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 Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2015 3:06 pm
"The following contest is a Tornado Tag Team match, and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2015 2:10 pm
As the crowd in Mexico City started getting ready for the fourth match of the evening to begin, the arena went pitch dark! It remained this way for a few moments until a low buzzing began over the loudspeakers, which gave way to a theme that hadn't been heard in a while in BBW. It was OVER by High and Mighty Color...the official theme of the Sharpshooter Society! Once the drums and guitars started pounding, a flash goes off in the middle of the stage as a ball of what looks like fire shoots out of the stage, up about five feet in the air, before coming back down, the flames separating to reveal that Matthias was the man behind the fire. In fact, to those looking, it seemed that Matthias was actually burning, as he was wearing straps of fabric on his biceps, forearms, hands, thighs, calves and shoulders that were providing fuel for the fire coming off of him, though we're cool to the touch on Matthias' skin. As the lighting returned to its normal levels, his tag team partner J. W. Caliber could be seen standing on the stage behind him. I will kick door
I will crash wall
Stop!? Go!?
Cut a way, yourselfIku saki mo wakaranai mama
Tomarazu ni hashiri tsuduketeru As the duo threw their hands skyward, with Caliber giving a loud Rebel Yell in the process, flashing the TOO SWEET sign that the Society was so fond of, the cowboy's duster parted revealing that the Crimson City Championship that had been around his waist for the last 393 days was no longer there. J. W. and Matthias paused for a moment to take in the crowd's reaction before making their way down to ringside at a leisurely pace. Kick door and crash wall
Genjou Tension saikouchou nenshou
Headway JYANPU shite norikoe
Te ni suru Natural Mind
Kick door and crash wall
Zenzen motto I want more
Just now!! Go!! I over border line!Karamitsuku musuu no OMORI
Furi hodoki hashiri tsuduketeru "Introducing first, weighing in at a combined total of 445 pounds...The Phoenix Risen, Matthias...The Dirty South Outlaw, J. W. Caliber...THE SHARPSHOOTER SOCIETY!!!"Over Over 20 borders
Kuru beki mirai no keshiki wa dou da?
Mune itameru you na hanashi wa
No more I don’t wanna listen it
Takamaru kitai motte mae ni
Tamerau kimochi nante nakushi
Kamawazu Try!! That’s right!!
Itsu demo hashiridaseru Just nowKIRAMEKU toki wo sotto mune ni Lala
Himete mukau kono michi no naka
Mou mayowa nai sonna wake wa nakute
Boku wa hitasura mou hisshi nan da
Boko ni mo boku no koto wo yurushita
Basho ga mada mitsukaranai nara
Tada shinjita michi wo kirihiraki
Kyou mo asu mo susunde yukun da Once the pair reached the ringside area, while Caliber made his way up the steel steps and onto the apron, Matthias made his way to the apron, leaping up to it before jumping again, turning in mid air, and 450ing backwards in to the ring, sticking the landing and spreading his arms as the fire burned hotter and brighter like wings. The Dirty South Outlaw stepped between the top and middle ropes to enter the ring before quickly scaling the turnbuckles of the nearest ring post, while his partner did the same, and both men flashed the finger guns and TOO SWEET while they waited for their opponents to arrive.
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2015 5:24 pm
Matthias was a bit more impatient than his partner J.W., and pulled a mic from his back pocket he stole from the production truck earlier that night. The audience began to boo immediately.
"I know! I know! I know why you're all upset, ESSES! You see, everyone has the right to my opinion, but seeing as we're down here in MEHEEKO, none of you are going to understand what I'm saying! It's a pitty, truly it is. But the bright side is, all of you here down in the only south dirtier than J.W's home town, get to see the SINGLE GREATEST FACTION IN AAAAAAALLLLLL OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING, THE SHARPSHOOTER SOCIETY, bring a few minutes of perfection to your poor, crime ridden, dirty, ignorant, desperate lives."
The audience looked like it was on the verge of rioting, well, everyone but the rudos fans. Matthias didn't seemed phased though, instead he turned to Nuke Fusion sitting at the announce booth.
"In a way, you're al like my poor friend Nuke Fusion sitting out at the announce booth. I mean, look at him! At one point, you were both powerful, proud, influential people! But now, well...you're sad, pathetic, shells of your former selves, begging to sneak in to some place that doesn't want you!" Matthias cracked, laughing at his own joke while the rest of the arena wanted to kill him.
"But I digress! We're not here to remind you how terrible you're lives are or that nobody wants you, we're here to prove that, like my father, Matt Draven is a washed up, has been, broken down one trick pony, and that Claire Hawkins in a worthless waste of sperm that would have been better served being flushed, only to inevitably end up in your toilet of a country. And once we do, you can be damn sure that my buddy J.W. and I will reclaim the championships STOLLEN from us and put those two MUTS down for good, and continue our takeover of BBW! And that, just like everything we do, is TOOOOOOO...SWEEEEEET!"
Matthias put the mic down and basked in the hatred being poured down upon him and his partner. It was just too delicious.
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2015 8:49 pm
While the crowd let the two men in the ring know what they really thought of what Matthias had to say, J. W. pulled down the bandana that still covered his face before picking up the microphone.
"Since most of you PENDEJOS no saben inglés, I'm going to speak...real...slow...so...you...can...understand...me! This country...is a SHITHOLE...and if it weren't for the fact...that our opponents...have something...that the Society WANTS...we wouldn't be gracing you with our presence!"
It would seem that with Caliber further fueling the fire that Matty started, the crowd was finally pissed off to the point of throwing anything at hand at the Sharpshooter Society, forcing the arena security to get off their lazy asses to try to keep a little order in the building and prevent some fans from jumping the railing.
"Now, if the...ahem..."champions"...would be so kind as to hurry up, maybe we can still catch the next flight back to civilization. I mean, being stuck in Mexico might not suck so horribly if ANYTHING was safe to drink around here!"
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2015 5:50 am
"Nuke, your thoughts?"
"Well well, how original, someone calling me out. What's this now, the second or third time this evening? Take a shot at the big man, think it puts you in the spotlight."
"Well, it's effective, isn't it? If they're not already established and on the map, you take a shot at the big name and immediately you're thrust in to the spotlight?"
"Sure, but all they're trying to do is get a reaction from me. Personally, I find it quite sad that this random guy is trying to call me out. While he called me unwanted here, it's probably worth noting that management are paying me a fair fair sum just for right now. Tonight, I make in one night equal to what most superstars here make in a month."
"And do you not think that will get on their backs, and maybe that's why you are being targeted?"
"Honestly, I don't know and couldn't care less. I make a big paycheck, and they will strive to do the same. If they want to be a big name, they'll have to at least win their match tonight, so let's see if they can get that job done first."
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Guy. Troy.
Nuke.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2015 12:57 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2015 3:04 pm
Matthias mocked the duo, throwing up a Jeff Hardy symbol with his tongue sticking out a la Luke Gallows' biscuits and gravy days. Again, he was the only one laughing at his own joke. The bell rang, and Matthias focused on Claire instead, leaving the flier to hopefully be grounded by the muscle bound J.W.
Matthias rushed forward, aiming a stiff elbow to Claire's head.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2015 3:48 pm
The bell sounded, and Matthias rushed after Claire, which left Draven to the rather unhappy and STONE COLD SOBER J. W. Caliber! Not intending to waste a second, the Dirty South Outlaw went right on the attack as he attempted to take his target down with a Lou Thetz Press!
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 4:52 pm
((auto-hit))
The Dirty South Outlaw had a little Bionic Redneck in him as he took Draven down with the Thetz press! Now that the high-flyer was grounded, it was time to start pounding! Caliber would quickly look to open up with a flurry of closed-fist punches to his opponent's head and face!
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 8:08 pm
((Auto hit))
The elbow connects right on the temple, knocking over Claire. Matthias decided to try and kick Claire out of the ring so he could help J.W. Double team Draven, thinking Claire would be easier to deal with if she interfered.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 12:36 pm
((Sorry guys, ended up going on a last minute trip for the weekend. gonk ))
Claire fell to the canvas and quickly found herself being kicked out of the ring! Once outside the ring, Claire fell ot the floor, her head ringing. She had to get back in there! However, she had to make sure she was able to help first.
Matt, who was taken down with he thez press by the bigger man, tried to cover his face as best he could while the blows rained down. Well this was a craptacular start, and to think it was only going to get worse!
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 6:17 pm
The match turned in to more of a schoolyard mugging very rapidly as Matthias tried to lay in some repeated boots to Draven's head and upper body area while his partner hammer fisted away.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 12:32 pm
Matt, who was still covering up, could do nothing as blows rained down from both Caliber and now from Mathias! Needless to say, he was in a very craptacular situation.
Claire, who was still rocked from that elbow, began to pull herself up. However it was clear she wasn't going to be able to help her partner at the moment.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 12:35 pm
After Matthias joined in on the beatdown and started laying in the boots, Caliber dismounted and rushed the ropes, rebounding off and attempting to catch Draven with a running Senton splash!
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 12:44 pm
Matt, who was protecting his head, was pretty wide open for an attack on his torso. Which, as it turned out, Caliber took advantage of! The bigger man rushed the ropes, rebounded back, and bam! Landed back to belly upon the defenseless Draven with the senton! As soon as Caliber had sat up, Matt immediately rolled onto his side and covered his stomach with both arms. Coughing the entire time.
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