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 Posted: Sun May 14, 2006 4:58 pm
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2006 8:56 pm
:: The tribal music blasted through the arena while Armando Alejandro Estrada made his way down to the ring. Lillian was about to say his name, but he signaled for her not to. As he passed the large pit of a casket, big enough for a whale, he made his way into the ring and snatched Lillian's microphone. ::
'' Hola! Ladies and Yentlemen...Listen... ''
:: Pulls off shades. ::
'' TO ME! My name...Is Arrrrrrrrmando Alejandrrrrrro Estrrrrrrrrrada! Ja ja! Aund I just one message to Senor Paul Bearer...Once joo are buried 'oonderground, I'll make sure to take care of that upcoming US Title...WHICH...Is why after mah team, Evolution, will win the tag titles, Randy Orton gets da first shot at the winner! 'Jer son and 'jer client will get what's comin' to 'dem! Ja ja!''
( I'm leaving in abit, So just showing you that I'll be fighting! )
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 4:04 pm
The Undertaker's original music (see profile) hit as the arena was lit by an eerie blue light. Paul Bearer emerged from the back, carrying the infamous urn in his hands. The pasty and plump man creeped to the ring, his feet obscured by a light mist, eminating from the ramp. He stepped up the stairs, and held the urn high in the air. At this moment, the lights returned to normal, and he stared at Estrada with his ghastly eyes. He had a pale expression on his face as he stepped through the ropes, leaving the urn on the steps. The bell rang, signally the match to begin.
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 4:05 pm
:: He ignored the bell and pulled a lighter and a cigar out of his pocket as he tried to light it. ::
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 4:12 pm
Paul approached Armando, and tried to slap the cigar right away from him.
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 4:14 pm
:: Armando looked at Paul and slapped him back. ::
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 4:18 pm
Paul tried an ear clap, hoping to deafen the cuban loudmouth.
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 4:20 pm
:: He cupped his ear and stumbled back. ::
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 4:22 pm
Paul then stepped back towards Estrada and attempted a body slam.
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 4:23 pm
:: Armando fell from the body slam as he tried to crawl out of the ring. ::
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 4:24 pm
Paul didn't waste time, he climbed onto the apron and jumped off, hurling his masive body at the thinner Estrada.
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 4:26 pm
:: Armando tried to roll out of the way. ::
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 4:28 pm
((You could just say you rolled out of the way, I can't change direction in mid-air. smile ))
Paul crashed to the floor, shaking the barricade with the impact. He lay on the ground in pain.
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 4:32 pm
( Sorry. And very sorry about not replying fast enough!)
:: Armando slowly got up. ::
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 4:34 pm
(Its cool, I was just making a suggestion. Oh, and your only like 4 minutes since I posted, no big deal))
Paul grabbed the barricade with both hands and pulled hard to get up onto one knee.
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