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 Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 4:51 pm
 Johnny watched in humor as AJ fondled the young Dallas Cruz. A twisted grin appearing on his face as he saw the frustration grow in the Voodoo Queen. Letting out a chuckle as AJ commanded her to shut her face sphincter. Then with much delight Johnny let out a sound of excitement as he saw AJ's foot connect with her jaw, sending her to the canvas. "WOOOO!!!" He screamed out to the audience as he leaned way back, the only reason he didn't fall was cause he kept a grip on the ropes. After convulsing with happiness, Johnny jumped once more landing on the bottom rope, his weight from landing on the high tinsel cords forcing him to bounce up and down. Anyone watching the twisted superstar could see he was having fun watching AJ assault the young woman. As well as his eagerness to step into the ring.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 6:18 pm
AJ had seen the damage dealt to Dallas Cruz and how in control he was of this match. But seeing how excited the artist formerly known as Prodigy was to enter this tag match an display his power made Warner second-guess continuing his own assault on the Voodo Queen. He went to grab her by the ankle, imitated Ray Rice dragging his unconscious wife out of an elevator, and drag her over to his long-time brother, looking to slap Johnny Rotten's hand and let his enthusiasm dictate this match.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 2:49 pm
~Well I was gonna wait for Dallas to respond, but oh well...~ sweatdrop Seeing his partner drag Dallas to their corner, Johnny seemed to be bursting at the seems. Jogging in place, Johnny was baring his teeth as he seemed to be seething at the mouth. Reaching his hand out taking the tag off his partner, Johnny wasted no time in jumping on the offensive. He leaned back and used the momentum built into the ropes to help himself slingshot over the ropes. Coming down the freak looked to drop a heavy left on Dallas' skull. If successful Johnny would look to continue with a flurry and rain down more lefts into her noggin.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 8:02 pm
[ I'm so sorry, I'm having internet troubles hence my lack of response. However, I'm trying to work around it somehow. All I ask is for patience, I will post when I can. D: ]
Dallas could do very little to keep herself from getting dragged by the ankle to her opponent's corner, where the sadistic AJ would tag in the psychotic Johnny. Oh boy, things were definitely not looking good for Dallas. Groggy from the blows to the head from before, Dallas would try to roll over onto her side in attempts to try and sit herself up. However, this was stopped before she could fully begin to do so by feeling Johnny c**k a hard left right at her cranium, causing her to jolt back down to the mat, clutching her skull in her hands. More would follow afterwards, one right after another. Dallas yelped as the hits connected, each and every single one. The best she could do was to bring her arms up and cover her head to try and shield away as much hits as she could.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 8:46 pm
Jamie could only facepalm as the nWo began to take his tag team partner apart. The small male had spent the majority of the match looking for Hulk Hogan, but now his attention had been pulled to the action in the ring.
"I swear, I have to do everything--" Jamie mumbled to himself as he stood on the bottom rope and leaned over the top, extending his arm for a tag. When it came to bare knuckle exchanges, Jamie was the guy and right now 'the guy' was needed more than ever.
"C'mon! Drag your freakishly long limbs over here and tag out! Damn!"
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 10:05 pm
~It's all gravy.~ cool After a bit of pounding, Johnny scrambled to his feet. A wicked jester smile appeared on his face, baring tongue and all. His arms and hands stretched out as he let out a slow and comical laughed like a maniac at Jamie. He then spun back around and crouched right next to Dallas, and then went to gently grab Ms. Cruz's hair and pull letting the strands of hair fall from his grasp. He did this a couple times as he spoke to Dallas almost in a taunting AND flirting fashion. "I like your hair." He said with a grin, as his other hand did the same to his own hair. "We're two toned." He would then stand and look to boot Dallas in the face.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 10:43 pm
Relieved the manic of a man had backed off for a bit, she could him him laugh while she laid with her arms cradling her aching head. Her head was pounding, she didn't know how much more of this she could take. Surely, she probably had a concussion by now, or will be leaving with one by the time the match was over. She felt Johnny crouch by her, feeling his hands in her hair. He was oddly gentle when touching her hair, which he did more times than Dallas wanted. It was creepy, sending shivers down her spine. His tone of voice when comparing his hair and hers didn't help in the matter either.
"Don't...touch-," she groaned at him, trying to swat away his hands, only to receive a boot to the face. The woman once again brought her arms up to her head, rolling onto her side, trying desperately to turn in the direction of Jamie in order to tag him in. Rolling onto her stomach, she tried to crawl towards him and away from this mad man, the best she could, trying get the disorienting feel out of her head.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 10:54 pm
Who really minded their own business anyways? Not AJ Warner. The Shooter was given the moniker for his love of talking at ineffable limits, and standing next to his corner with the exposed turnbuckle, he looked to expose some lies about Jamie by spouting out some very rude things. He paced back and forth on the apron, calling Jamie's motorcycle a one-man limo for white trash, he slandered about how he had more wrestling ability without legs than Jamie did in his prime, and how Bader's mom and her worth were equal to that of recyclables. Leave it to Warner to instigate things in a match he was (momentarily) not competing in.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 10:57 pm
Watching her roll away and seemingly looking to escape, Johnny slowly followed behind her, a said grimace on his face as he looked down at the hurt young woman. As he followed he lightly tapped at her ribs with the tips of his boots. Talking to her as she dragged herself across the canvas. "Oh come on... I like you! You gotta have a bit more fight in ya!" Johnny would now stand over her walking as she crawled away. He would allowed her to crawl about 3/4 of the way there before turning his attention to Jamie. "Oh, him? You wanna tag him in?!" Now hoping that AJ's taunts had distracted Jamie enough Johnny would then explode from his position over Dallas, and look to knock Jamie from the apron with a forearm to the side of face, all the while still talking to Dallas. "Not yet!" If successful Johnny would return to Dallas, and try to drag her to her feet.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2014 2:08 pm
The forearm connected flush with the side of Jamie's face, causing him to slide onto his butt on the apron before stepping to the padded floor while holding his jaw.
...Jamie was going to make him pay for that one.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2014 5:29 pm
She thought she was getting away from Johnny, but boy was she wrong. He only seemed to follow her and her pathetic crawling, tapping at her sides with his feet, taunting her as she tried to inch closer and closer to her partner. She looked up to her corner, looking up at Jamie's face...only to see him being knocked off the apron. While this was going on, she could hear AJ slandering Jamie's name from his own corner. A look of desperation spread across Dallas' face, seeing her chance to tag herself out being foiled. Feeling herself being grabbed and dragged to her feet, she took the opportunity to turn things around. She only had one shot, so she couldn't mess this up. Through the daze of being knocked around, Dallas would try to toss his arms aside, away from her, then would go for a clothesline in attempts to bring both him and her down! It probably wasn't as strong as it usually was due to her disorientation, but hopefully it would be enough to at least stun him.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2014 6:45 pm
Perhaps Johnny should of dialed down the taunting, as it seemed to give Dallas time to recover. Before he knew it he was sent back first to the canvas, by a well placed clothesline. He quickly rolled to the ropes, and sat up, one arm resting on the bottom rope as the other tended to his neck and chest area. With a look of disbelief Johnny stared at Dallas as anger began to brew inside of him.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2014 7:07 pm
With the clothesline successfully connecting, Dallas fell alongside Johnny, crashing down with him against the hard canvas of the ring. She rolled away from him, moving towards the ropes. She laid on her side, breathing deeply to catch her breath, all the while glaring at Johnny with a look that said, 'Told you not to touch me.' She would look to her corner, looking to see of Jamie was back up in his spot. She would need to tag him in if she wanted to recover from the damage she had sustained during the match. Slowly, she would go to grab at the ropes, in attempts to slowly lift herself up.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2014 7:22 pm
An irritated look was smeared on Johnny face as he heard Dallas reiterate her desire of him not to touch her. Still so defiant after taking such abuse. Johnny wasn't gonna have that. He stomped his way back up to his feet with a little help from the ropes. "I'll touch you all I want!" He said as he marched his way over to Dallas, looking to boot her in the stomach. Hopefully it would be enough to keep her from getting back to his feet. He was hoping she would drop to a knee, so he could go for a gutwrench suplex.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2014 7:29 pm
While rubbing his jaw, Jamie grabbed the bottom rope and began to pull himself back onto the apron. The fire in his eyes could scorch the earth three times over. He was seeing every shade of red imaginable and his target lock was dead set on the rainbow haired freak with the stoner eyes mere feet away.
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