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 Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 3:25 pm
Just like that, the table was gone. Just like that, Bad Boy was flattened by the weight of Cartwright and by the power that mixed with the weight that pressed him through the table. Just like that, Cartwright, who was only inches away from escaping this maneuver, would be thrown on top of Bad Boy, and through the table with an amazing amount of force from the Anti-Christ.
The crowd was going crazy, the commentary teams were blown out of their mind and standing up due to their table being blown to smithereens. It was the perfect moment and Trent would be the person to stand tall after it. Well, not exactly.
After Trent threw both men through the table, the Light-Heavyweight would fall back to the apron while a face of shock took over what used to be a face of exhaustion. The once tired and beaten Trent had found his second wind in performing that move. Even though he disliked the crowd, he was feeding off the fumes and energy that were spread out all over the arena. Whether it was the fans, commentators, the spectators on top of the ramp, or his two opponents who were laid to waste.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 9:32 pm
Multiple replays were being shown, as the crowd continued to roar loud. The referee started to check on both Bad Boy and Cartwright after being brutalized via the breaking of the table. Eventually the ref putting a fist up showing that both were still breathing and was allowing the match to continue.
While in reality the only thing Bad Boy would muster in response was simply lifting his head, before falling back. He remained staring up at the lights, unable to move at that moment. Pain shooting through his body from the trauma of the move, there was no quick recovery from such a huge move.
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 2:16 pm
The Anti-Christ who was breathing heavily. Inhaling and exhaling at a rapid speed, trying to make sense of the scene and think of what he could do next finally began to show some movement after his spectacular maneuver that broke both his opponents through a table.
He took two steps away from the apron, looking down on his opponents and the scraps that surrounded them, the scraps that once made up an entire commentator's table. But within a matter of seconds, it would have been put through so much force that it could no longer keep its previous form, just like his opponents will be when coming out of this match.
Trent turned toward the ring, an idea struck him and he was given the time to set it up. The Anti-Christ would take a kneel next to the apron, lifting up the skirt that hid many contents from under the ring. The search would begin, and finally, the Anti-Christ found what he was looking for; a pile of Light tubes that were stacked on a movable platform. How convenient!
JR:" What is Trent planning to do with that?"
King: "I don't know, JR. But I know it's nothing good!"
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 2:20 pm
The crowd gave a bit of a "Woaaaaaaaaah!" sound as they saw what Trent had just brought out. At this point the possibility of putting someone in the hospital was increasing ten fold!
Bad Boy finally started moving. He rolled over to his stomach, slowly trying to crawl off the table. He didn't have much sense of what was going on, or the amount of trouble he was about to be in.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2015 12:57 pm
Hearing the crowd and looking at what their old friend Trent had just pulled out, both Kallista and Kamonio got excited like two little schoolgirls. Kallista would continuously tap Kamonio on his arm, showing him that this was about to get good.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2015 7:25 pm
Trent, who previously pulled out the platform that held around 50 light tubes in a big old pile, would begin to adjust to his liking outside the ring. It seemed he was planning into the future for what move he would exactly perform and from which angle so the most impact could be made. Regardless, what Trent was planning was not family friendly and he had the intentions of hurting someone, even if it was himself.
Once he felt like the placing of the movable platform was in the perfect position, Trent would give his attention to the two downed men who were beginning to push off the scraps of which once the table was made of. Debris would fall off them with each movement, showing the intensity of the powerbomb and the damage that was received from it.
The Anti-Christ would begin to approach one of the two men, a man who has made Trent a ticking time-bomb, waiting to explode and it seemed he would now. Cartwright, the very person who has been building frustration in Trent for the longest time would be the target of Trent. The Anti-Christ would have paced himself up to Cartwright, placing his boot on top of the head of Cart, asserting his dominance in this fierce match.
JR: "This is unneeded, why is Trent doing all of this?"
King: "He is proving a point, JR! He is showing why he deserves that title and that he belongs in the big leagues with people like Bad Boy!"
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 2:05 pm
Cartwright lay in the wreckage, absorbing the damage he'd taken by going through the announcer table on top of Bad Boy. Trent just can't help himself as he places a foot on top of Cartwright's head, clearly getting cocky after what he has done to his fellow challenger. The crowd boos this jerk Trent guy!
Crowd: "TRENT SUCKS! TRENT SUCKS! TRENT SUCKS!"
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 2:10 pm
The crowd seemed to think that shouting out what they wished was true would help Cartwright get back to his feet, however, it only shows that Trent is in control and that he is getting a reaction from the crowd without even intending to do so.
Trent alleviated his boot from Cartwright's skull, but he wasn't done with the poor b*****d, looking to grab him by his hair, looking to bring him up to his feet with the strength that he has preserved in this match which was going in Trent's direction.
The crowd continued to boo at Trent, but they were still shocked from the powerbomb that caused Cartwright to be in his current state, which says a lot.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 2:15 pm
Bad Boy was off the table, and pushed himself up to a knee. His sight a little blurry from all the wreckage that was going on in the match.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 2:21 pm
Ooooow! Not the hair! Trent grabs ar Cartwright's luscious brown locks with both hands and drags him up to his feet in the most painful way possible! This guy has no respect at all man!
JR: "Trent's actions are so unsportsmanlike!"
King: "Who cares about that when the WWFG Legacy Championship is on the line?! Do what you have to do, Trent!"
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 4:57 pm
Cartwright was on his feet with the aid of Trent, of course, the only way he will be getting up is in that way. The Anti-Christ who previously had his hands grasped tight on the hair of Cart now changed his arm positioning, placing them now around the veterans waist.
If he was successful in doing so without any difficulties, Trent looked to gain a bit of momentum with a short run with Cartwright in his clutches, looking to bring Cartwright back first against the apron, looking to keep the torture consistent so that he can be controlled easier later in the match.
Cartwright, who was bound to be aching still from almost being killed by Bad Boy who struck the car that Cart was on, sending him and the car into a wall. Lucky he didn't die, unlucky that he came back to fight with Trent.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 5:37 pm
Cartwright is sent back-first into the apron, which isn't helpful considering his just went through the announcers table back-first! His back arches upwards, straightening on impact. He closes his eyes as he absorbs the pain.
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2015 12:09 pm
Bad Boy finally pushed himself up to his feet, and noticed that he had an opening. He went to move towards Trent and aim a forearm right to his lower back!
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 5:19 am
In the amount of time Trent took to gloat and show his dominance over Cartwright, the other competitor he was ignoring finally made it back to his feet. The very competitor that is the Champion and the largest man in this match, which was a giant error on Trent's side.
The forearm connected, causing Trent to let go of Cartwright and fall to a kneel close to Cartwright. His back would begin to throb from the stiff forearm sent from the Champion.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 11:51 am
Bad Boy would look to grab Trent by the head, and pull him away from the ring to have a bit more room. Once he would have Trent where he wanted him, he would look to send a knee across his ribs.
JR: I don't know how either two men are standing after that Powerbomb, but Bad Boy seems to find a way to find himself on offense again.
King: He's the Champ JR, he didn't get that by giving up after some punishment.
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