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 Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 12:04 am
Matt, who had been released and forgotten about for the moment, lay on the canvas with a hand clutching the back of his head/neck. Oh boy, this was going to be a doozy!
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 9:58 pm
Mr. X crossed his arms and frowned, '"Dawg, y'know wah I'm talkin' 'bout. He pointed at Draven and stepped passed Tyson, "I feel like I been standin' behind ya, in ya shadows, y'know." He mentioned speaking of his time as WWFG Tag Team champs with Tyson, "Time to rise and grind, homie. It's a new day."
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 10:43 pm
Just as Mr. X stepped passed Tyson, Tyson grabbed X's shoulder and spun him around to face him again. He then stepped closer to Mr. X. "Naw dog... That's not how it's gonna be..."
~Nevermind the PM.~
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 5:40 pm
[ Oh, alright. xD ]
Mr. X felt a hand touch his shoulder and he was being forced to spin around. As he came full circle to Tyson, his right arm had swung up and he went for a wild clothesline!
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 5:52 pm
The crowd exploded as Tyson was leveled with the standing clothesline. He laid on his back holding the back of his head. Shocked that Mr. X would attack him like that.
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 6:04 pm
Mr. X looked around at the crowd, emotionless, yet dark look upon his face. He looked down at Tyson and then stepped back towards the corner waiting for him to stand... He'd attempt to strike him with X-Kick. Even if it landed, he wouldn't end it here, not yet.
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 6:14 pm
Tyson looked up a bit dazed from the smack to the back of his head from the canvas. Shaking his head he rolled onto his stomach, getting to his hands and knees. He then realized that Mr. X was out here for himself and himself alone, not Tyson, not Matt. He was just here to chase in his MITB Briefcase, and win the title. And so a fury brewed in Tyson rather quickly. He looked up to see Mr. X feet in the corner. Before he'd let anyone get the better of him, he kept his hands on the canvas to make it seem like he was still getting his senses straight. Then as soon as his feet were firmly on the mat, Tyson charged from his football like stance. Bolting for Mr. X looking to ram his shoulder into his former partner's gut.
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 6:19 pm
Matt had recovered a little bit and rolled out of the ring. For now he figured that it would be wiser to watch the drama play out for a little while. Seeing as he had taken the most punishment so far in the match.
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 8:17 pm
Mr. X was ready- or so he thought. He moved in for the move, but even before he could get his leg off the floor and plant it on Tyson's chin, his former partner landed a hefty shoulder into his gut that swept him off his feet and brought onto his back, knocking the air out of him. Gasping for air and with pain following, Mr. X was vulnerable to whatever was next.
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 8:42 pm
Tyson quickly got back to his feet and went for some ghetto stomps to Mr. X's gut.
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 9:22 pm
Damn those ghetto stomps. Really hurt a *****.
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 7:07 am
(You have one more day before I end the match!)
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 4:07 pm
Anyway, Matt slid back into the ring when Briggs had been stommping the holy hell out of Mr. X. With a ripe chance for some offense, finally, Matt ran at Briggs and attempted to dropkick him square in the back!
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 5:30 pm
Tyson was to busy unleashing his fury out on his former partner, Mr. X to notice Matt was finally back running on all cylinders. He was nailed with the dropkick and was plowed chest first into the turnbuckle.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 6:39 pm
Mr. X rolled out of the ring, cowardly like and stood up on his feet, staggering forward a little bit while leaning on the ring. He glared furiously at Tyson, nearly cheering for Draven when brought him down.
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