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 Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 1:03 am
The following is contest is set for one-fall and is for the WWF:G Intercontinental Championship! Introducing first....
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 10:55 pm
Aviator by Audio Push ft Brandy begins to play as the lights in the arena dim down. On the titantron, a video begins to play, starting with a highlight of Drako performing a moonsault. I'm flya then a motha sucka
Like an Aviator
I'm flya then a motha sucka
Like an Aviator
You know you can't touch me
'Cause I'm somehwere in the clouds
I'll be lookin' up or
I'll be lookin down
Flya then a motha sucka
Like an Aviator
Flya then a motha sucka
Like an Aviator Finally, a single spotlight reveals the Soaring Dragon on the stage. His attire has changed again, this time to black tights with a red Dragon designs on both legs, and a tshirt with a slightly different red dragon design. Added on are black boots with similar dark red kickpads and the MMA style gloves with red lining. Most dramatically is the red and black face paint. And of course he still has his bat in hand Whatcha doin? Press pause
We might can share time
I got so much keys
That maybe we can share mine
Catch me up in the air
I'm starein widda nice dime
I'm in the clouds
So now they call me Price-Airlines
Now you can try and tell me
Who can hold these streets
Or name a badda rapper
Who can hold these beats
I keep raisin' the bar
While yo flow decrease
'Cause where I'm viewin from
Is past the nose bleed seats On the titantron, more of Drako's highlights appear, including a personal highlight of winning the Deific championship, mixed in with strange images of mountains, trees, and a strange old wooden cabin with a single light in it, and an animation of a dragon flying through the air "Making his way to the ring, from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 200 pounds, Drako!" I'm flya then a motha sucka
Like an Aviator
I'm flya then a motha sucka
Like an Aviator
You know you can't touch me
'Cause I'm somehwere in the clouds
I'll be lookin' up or
I'll be lookin down
Flya then a motha sucka
Like an Aviator
Flya then a motha sucka
Like an Aviator On the titantron, the screen goes a crimson red as Drako begins to make his way down the ramp, a little quicker than in previous weeks and with a familiar smile on his face, noticeable even through the paint. The spotlight follows him and the titantron changes again, resorting back to some of his other championship highlights, but still flickering back to the mountains, the trees, the dragon, and the cabin, as well as shadowed shots of his face. as he approaches the ring, the music moves on into the next verse Now lemme lemme lemme tell
Hello to all y'all
We flyin' ova here
And you look so small
Girl I'm so fly
I'm never gon' fall
I'm busy or booked
Whenever these girls call
Yeah, all the girls
They tryna ride with me
I gott the G-4 baby
You can glide with me
I'm up in the clouds
So come and fly with me
We can go high
Fill the sky with me
Hit me 'cause I'm fly The titantron images have changed again, as Drako walks up the steps and goes through the ropes to enter the ring I'm flya then a motha sucka
Like an Aviator
I'm flya then a motha sucka
Like an Aviator
You know you can't touch me
'Cause I'm somehwere in the clouds
I'll be lookin' up or
I'll be lookin down
Flya then a motha sucka
Like an Aviator
Flya then a motha sucka
Like an Aviator Drako steps into the ring and sits the bat in the corner before stepping to the center. He grins, hitting a quick crotch chop to the delight of the fans before striking his old pose. Blue pyro shoots off behind him, a clear blending of his older lighter side as well as his darker one has taken place. Baby I'm some kind of
Touchin my swagga
Gettin' high off the ground
Yeah, you can check my wings
Phantom
High above the lane
And I don't plan on comin' back down Drako straightens up and hops up onto the turnbuckle, cupping his hands over his mouth and letting out a "WOOO!" that the fans quickly return Yeah, I got my jays (con-daze)
So... so fly (should prally have a cape for her)
And if you ain't on
You'll prally say Okt
Three... Two... One
It's time for take off (take off) He steps down and turns to the entrance as the music dies out, waiting for the arrival of the other participants
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 3:25 pm
 In For The Kill by La Roux starts to play as the lights dim before going completely out. Then, two girls in very scantily clad clothes come out with glow-sticks attached to each end of a long string. They would then seperate at opposite sides of the stage before starting to orbit, doing a rave dance known as orbiting. Kamonio and Kallista would then walk out together as the crowd gave a mixed reaction to who they saw, but both would be smiling regardless. '...from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, He is The WWF:G Intercontinental Champion....Kamoonioooo!!""I'm going in for the kill
I'm doing it for a thrill
I'm hoping you'll understand
And now let go of my hand
I'm going in for the kill
I'm doing it for a thrill
I'm hoping you'll understand
And now let go of my hand"Kamonio walks down the ramp, with his hand on his hips, wearing this attire before reaching ringside and jumping onto the apron as him and Kallista, wearing this attire, would backflip over the top rope to get in the ring. Kamonio then gets on the second turnbuckle and waves at the crowd before getting down and eyes down his opponent, smiling as Kallista got on the ropes and did a rather provocative bounce on the top rope.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2015 1:52 am
Normally in Four Way Matches, especially title matches, the crowd was super hyped and going wild as each competitor entered but man this crowd was as dead as Undertaker's Career is at this point. Sure a few fans gave Drako a good pop but no one cared for the Exotico failure that was Kamonio, so the fans were in pretty much a dead state after their entrance. Suddenly though the lights in the arena went dark, save for the Jumbo Tron Screen of course, the fans turned towards the screen as a silhouette appeared. Clearly this was Omega, identifiable by his size and body type, he moved his right hand behind his back and revealed a Sengoku Driver to all watching the feed. He placed it in front of his waist as the Driver's Folding Band formed around him, he then revealed a Lockseed in his left hand. He smiled in the darkness he was shrouded in as a single word escaped his lips "Henshin..." he spoke with a sinister tone in his voice.
Suddenly a clicking sound was heard as the Lockseed Opened causing a voice to loudly proclaim "OMEGA!" this cause a giant zipper to open above him and an orb appeared from the opening, he would then place the Lockseed in the center of the Driver before clicking it down causing it to Lock in to place "LOCK ON!" the voice proclaimed as a loud guitar riff echoed throughout the arena. after about 5 seconds Omega placed his hand on the Cutting Blade and moved it downward causing it to slice the Lockseed Open.
"OMEGA ARMS! THE PATH TO LUCHA RADIATES IN THE RING!"
The giant orb would descend and land directly on Omega's head before opening and adding to his silhouette before the screen went dark. Suddenly on the PA system all that echoed was "Si-Si-Si-Sinister Sy-Sy-Sy-Syndicate" revealing that Omega had allied himself with the new group known as the Sinister Syndicate! That's right Omega is in another Super Stable!! The crowd begins booing him loudly and he hasn't even appeared yet when his new theme song, I Hope You Suffer by AFI began playing throughout the arena. Then from under the stage finally Omega begins rising to the top, slowly I might add, as he is revealed to be in full armor! That's right ******** Armor!
Omega begins walking towards the ring as the crowd begins throwing any piece of garbage they can get their hands on and throwing it at Armored Rider Omega, but he is not bothered by it and just ignores all the fans after all they're all moronic imbeciles that can't tell an Armbar from an Arm Drag. He makes it to ringside and walks towards the Spanish announce booth and motions to the more portly of the two to do his ring introduction for him.
"Señoras y señores, por favor den la bienvenida al futuro Campeón Intercontinental de la empresa WWFG. El pesó esta noche a los 226 lbs. Él reside en Jalisco, México a través de Anaheim, California. Para él no hay misericordia dejada para dar. Ha garantizado para reclamar la victoria esta noche. Él tiene cero miedo a perder contra sus oponentes. Él es 'Él Rey De Lucha Libre' y un verdadero 'Depredador Del Aire'. Con ustedes, este es OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Omega basked in all the boos the crowd gave him during his introduction, mostly cause none of these hillbilly white folk could understand the beauty of the Spanish language due to having so much damn corn shoved into their ears. Regardless he climbed into the ring and ascended the nearby turnbuckle and aimed his arm high into the air before firing off a rocket that exploded and formed a Melon like shape. He descended the turnbuckle and began removing all of his armor to reveal his normal ring gear underneath. The final piece to be removed was his helmet as he revealed a new mask based off the design on his helmets face. He then awaited the final entrant in the match along with the other two chumps he was burdened with carrying tonight.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2015 10:25 pm
As Omega's theme ended, the lights turned to a dark green, with a slight spotlight to the middle of the stage. Strange Clouds by B.O.B hits and the crowd continue their chorus of boos for the final competitor. Out of the curtain steps Bad Boy, wearing his black tights with the single green strip from the waistline down to the knee, on both sides. His normal black with green trim vest and new Ray Band shades being worn for the entrance gear. However what was important, at least to this match, was the Intercontinental Championship in his right hand down to his side.
Bad Boy stood in the center of the stage, and stared out to the crowd. Shaking his head at them, a slight laugh every now and then. He walked to one side of the stage, looking to the crowd, pointing at the Championship, yelling about how he has "TOO. MUCH. ICE." currently. Finally he walked a couple of steps down the ramp, Good Question joining him as he was taunting the crowd, carrying the walking cane Bad Boy normally carries around. Bad Boy walked to at least until he was at a safe distance from the stage before turning around, backing up a few steps from the stage before spinning back, raising the Intercontinental Championship with his right arm, green fireworks shooting up, and exploding as Bad Boy poses. After a few moments of holding the pose, Bad Boy hung the title over his shoulder and sauntered down to the ring.
Justin Roberts: The final competitor, weighing 235 pounds.....he is the Intercontinental Champion...BAAAAAD BOYYYYYY!
Bad Boy made it to the end of the ramp, and looked in the ring at all three of his opponents. The IC Title still on his shoulder, to which he held there with his arm. Suddenly Bad Boy decided to make his way around the ring, past the hard camera side, to the Time Keepers area. The lights turned back to normal, and cameras followed Bad Boy to the area. There was Justin Roberts, who had just finished introducing all four in the match, and was sitting down in his normal area to avoid and physical harm that could be done to him in the start of the match.
Unfortunately, the Time Keepers area wasn't much of a safe haven for him. Bad Boy walked right up to him, staring him down as he was in his chair, Roberts looking up at him wondering why he looks like he is about to harm him. Bad beckons for Roberts to give him a mic, Roberts obliges and Bad Boy snatches the microphone from his hand. Bad Boy then signals for Good Question to grab Robert's by the dress jacket and pull him up to his feet, keeping him there so he couldn't move.
Jim Ross: Oh come on now Bad Boy he's just an announcer! Leave him alone you've got 3 guys in the ring that you're defending your title against!
Bad Boy turned to JR, really quickly snapping to him.
Bad Boy: ROSS! YOU SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH!
The crowd letting out another chorus of boos, it was obvious that Bad Boy's had problems with Jim Ross, but Justin Roberts!? What bothered Bad Boy so much that he's in his face? Bad Boy answered that question as he turned back to Justin Roberts, still in the grasp of Good Question.
Bad Boy: What exactly did I hear you say a couple of moments ago? During.....one of the entrances earlier in the match?
Bad Boy put the microphone to Justin as if he was going to let him speak, but only allowed Justin to barely come up with an answer before Good Question wrapped his hand around Justin's throat, Bad Boy yelling at him.
Bad Boy: DID YOU JUST ANNOUNCE SOMEONE ELSE AS THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION!?
Bad Boy put the IC title near his face, continuing on.
Bad Boy: Do you see what I have here? I AM the Intercontinental Champion, I WON the Intercontinental Championship on Legacies, and YOU ANNOUNCE SOMEONE ELSE AS THE CHAMPION!? And why is that? Because when that so called "champion" was put up against me; when he was put up against REAL competition; he thought that bitching, whining, and complaining could keep the championship on them. The reality is doing all that BS can get you so far, reality is that not EVERYTHING is handed to you on a silver platter, and if you can't live up to the competition; either get better or get the hell out of the company. So as far as YOU are concerned, you disrespect me like that again, you'll be beaten into a bloody mess faster than you can say "Future Endeavored!"
Bad Boy bounced the microphone off of Justin's head, before backing out of the time keepers area, and turning to the ring. Good Question throwing Justin down into his chair roughly. Bad Boy took off his vest, handing it to Good Question and kept a hold of the Intercontinental Championship in his hand, mouthing to each competitor that he's the champion.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2015 11:20 pm
Omega had been waiting to see if Kamonio had any response to the tongue lashing Bad Boy had given him, but even a Rider's patience is limited and rather than wait he would attempt to go for a quick Running Super Kick attempt on Kamonio to get this godforsaken match started
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2015 8:17 pm
Drako isn't patient, and there's one person he hates more than anyone in this match, and that is the reigning Intercontinental champion. Bad Boy doesn't seem ready to get into the ring, and that's fine. Drako figures it's time to live up to his nickname and dashes across the ring, diving over the top rope with a somersault plancha aimed to take the champion down on the outside
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2015 8:47 pm
Bad Boy was caught off guard, and Drako landed right onto his chest with the flip. Bad fell with Drako on top of him, the Intercontinental Championship dropping to the ground, completely stunned by the move!
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2015 9:03 pm
Drako winded himself slightly with that maneuver, but attempts to make his way back to his feet as quickly as possible. While he's at it, there is someone else that it'd be smart to eliminate from being as much of a threat. The crowd was loving the dive, and they'd love what Drako had in mind next even more, as upon standing, he'd look to catch Good Question with a surprise superkick
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2015 4:19 am
Bad Boy was slowly starting to come too after the dive.
Good Question meanwhile, was picking up the Intercontinental Championship, when he was unceremoniously Super Kicked across the head! Question dropped to his side, unconscious from the kick.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2015 9:17 am
Kamonio was just smiling at the Superkick had just taken from his main nemesis, Drako. Well, that was until he took a Superkick from Omega himself. It dropped him as he would bounce off the mat and sit up, holding his nose in pain.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2015 1:47 pm
Drako refocuses, as he has to pin or make Bad Boy tap to win here tonight, or one of the others but frankly, this is too good an opportunity to pass up. He can't help but remember the past couple months of Bad Boy's mind games, and he feels it's time to let his temper fly a little. So he turns his attention back to Bad Boy and with all the fury he can feel, especially after last Legacies, he attempts to simply pummel the champion with rights and lefts while he's down
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2015 9:45 pm
Bad was getting hit with the rights and lefts, the only thing he could do is cover up, and look to push Drako off of him. Once he would get off Bad would try to roll and push himself to his feet.
Good Question meanwhile is on his stomach, crawling towards the steel steps.
Jim Ross: Drako with the dive to Bad Boy, and a Super Kick to Good Question!
Jerry Lawler: How dare Drako jump onto Bad Boy like that! He wasn't ready to get into the ring!
Jim Ross: Drako with too much hatred for Bad Boy ever since Summerslam! And in the ring Omega just knocked Kamonio for a loop with his own Super Kick!
Jerry Lawler: It's already too fast for us to call JR!
Jim Ross: It's a chaotic start to this Intercontinental Championship match King! A lot of personal vendettas to settle!
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2015 11:22 pm
Omega looked down at the body of Kamonio and groaned in disgust, knowing this b*****d had once been Intercontinental Champion "Maldito perro, mi das asco!" he shouted angrily at Kamonio as he would attempt to go for a Jumping Double Foot Stomp to Kamonio's stomach! Talk about a Belly Buster!
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2015 8:12 pm
Drako's rage isn't gone, and probably won't be gone anytime soon. Bad Boy pushes him off to try to get to his feet and Drako isn't done yet. He goes back at Bad Boy and attempts to kick him in the gut, then toss him onto the announcer's table
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