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 Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2015 10:04 pm
"What" This was really happening. As the man on the inside looks on at the scene that unfolds a new look spreads on his face. Confusion. Larger machinations were at play here. Machinations seemingly beyond the comprehension of the man with the plan himself. He appeared paganistic drenched in visceral floods his hair stained brighter than the red on his Star Spangled Spandex as his gaze settled on the prodigal son. His eyes widened and dialated with shock, the Marauder appeared to be in somewhat of a dream state having just been blasted in the face five times. This couldn't actually be happening. His eyes focus as he pushes himself up on his elbows.
"Is this..?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2015 10:12 pm
Matthias looked back at Freakshow, giving him a look that said, 'this could be you,' threatening him without a word. He then turned back to Mad Dog, stalking him like an animal. He'd raise up the cane once again and try to bring it down across Mad Dog's throat. If it connected, he'd reach in to his pocket and pulled out two of the flame pads he usually placed on his arms and legs during his entrance to project his fire. Instead, he'd place it upside down on Mad Dog's back, stepping backwards and holding the remote in his hands.
"They say all dog's go to heaven...but i'll be sending you to hell..." He said grimmly before clicking his remote, igniting the pads right in to Mad Dog's back.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2015 10:24 pm
THWACK!
The kendo stick slams into Mad Dog again, this time right into his throat. Coughing up a mixture of spit and blood, Mad Dog was very uncomfortable. But things got worse when...
WHOOSH!
Flames ignite Mad Dog's bare back! Which wouldn't be so bad, as Matthias Landry wears these pads out for every entrance... but the flames crept up onto his gasoline soaked hair, setting his head on fire!
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2015 10:35 pm
The audience was horrified as Mad Dog's hair went up in flames as he frantically flailed on the ground in agonizing pain. Matthias, on the other hand, didn't even watch his handiwork play out. As soon as he flipped the switch, the traitorous young man turned and walked awY, even whisteling as he dug in his pockets for something, casual as could be, before pulling out a box of matches. He lit one up and fiddled with it in his finger for a bit, even playing with it, before tossing it carelessly behind him to ignite the gasoline soaked table!
With the table engulfed in flames, Matthias returned to Mad Dog, trying to kick him in the ribs like a soccer ball over to the table, before trying to lift him up on to his shoulders, eyeing the flaming table with a wicked grin, and trying to FireBomb the flaming haired Mad Dog in to the burning table!
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2015 10:40 pm
Freakshow latches onto the ring watching completely transfixed as his fingers dig into the fabric like a safety blanket. Slipping and sliding as he struggles to pull himself up he reaches for the bottom rope from the outside of the ring hooking his arm around it to keep himself somewhat vertical his head feeling full of raw s**t. "Oh man.." He pants reaching into the crotch of his pants for a pack of cigarettes and pops one between his lips. Producing a lighter he raises it to his mouth slowly, closing his eyes as he flicks the lighter. His senses had been dulled to the point that he was left blissfully unaware of the gasoline surrounding him. And besides, this was cause for celebration. Matthias Landry had come home. He had become the man he always knew he had been. A scumbag, as all men are inevitably destined to be, just like his father. Vindication washes over Freakshow as he flicks the lighter. CLICK. CLICK. CLICK.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2015 10:48 pm
Mad Dog frantically tried to roll on the ground and pat his hair out but is roughly kicked in the ribs. With the wind knocked out of him, the burning Mad Dog is kicked right next to the table, where he lies on the ground still trying to pat his hair out to no avail.
Suddenly, Mad Dog find himself lifted into the air by Matthias and powerbombed onto the flaming table. Wood splinters and fire scatter everywhere as the venue grew quiet. The fans in attendance were genuinely concerned for Mad Dog's health as he lied still in the flames for what seemed an eternity before ring crew rushed in with fire extinguishers.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2015 11:04 pm
Matthias seemed to be the only one in the arena besides Freak who wasn't disgusted and horrified. Quite the opposite, even giving the medics and firemen who rushed to ringside to help a curious and annoyed look, wondering what the hell the big deal was. Matthias was positively without malice, in fact he was noticably calm, acting as if he'd just done the dishes or something. He simply shrugged and moved to the ring apron next to Freakshow, leaning against it casually, even bumming a cig from him as he watched everyone attend to Mad Dog.
Matthias grabbed a mic, looking like he'd forgotten something. He lifted it up and grinned, "The Sharpshooter Society...sends its regards..." Matthias says, oh so satisfied with himself, before putting out the cig he'd taken a few drags on, and grabbing Freakshow by the scruff of his neck, and throwing him on top of Mad Dog for a pin, before simply...walking away. He was boo'ed tremendously on his way out, but again, Matthias didnt seem to know why, nor did he care.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2015 9:28 am
Freakshow is thrown into the rubble for the pin by the rogue Matthias! Piling himself ontop of the burnt redneck he waves the referee over shouting at him loudly, "HURRYHURRYHURRY!" As he hooks the leg deeply.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2015 9:34 am
Freakshow was urging the official to come make the count, but the referee wasn't nudging - inciting both anger from the aged a*****e and cheers from the captivated crowd. It seems Freak had gotten caught up in the moment and forgotten the rules of the match. This wasn't falls count anywhere, so no matter how long he lay on Mad Dog on the outside, he wouldn't score a pinfall!
But, before Freakshow could become incensed at the official, the crowd would come to life as a man ran unannounced down to the ring, a burlap sack slung over his shoulder! It was none other than Salem Croft, speeding to the end of the ramp with great urgency! While the crowd was unsure of his intentions, "The Copperhead" would lay bare his intent by trying to punt Freak in the face while he was distracted by the ref's inactivity!
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2015 5:56 pm
The referee looks at Freak like he was an idiot. Freak knew he wasn't an idiot because he actually wasn't going for a pinfall, he was infact applying the Tupelo Prawn Hold, one of the oldest professional wrestling maneuvers in the books. It involved laying across your opponents shoulders and applying downward pressure, while easily mistaken for a pin attempt the hold is in fact a submission as the inventor of the hold Randolf W. Svidrigailoz intended. It was only at the dawn of the 14th century that the tradition was perverted with the addition of an accompanying three count to signify a win or loss. Getting up on his knees to browbeat the ref he see's a friendly face, Croft sprinting down to the ring. Putting his arms out to greet the man who bailed him out of prison he opens his mouth, "Boy am I glad to see-" WHACK Freak launches himself backwards onto his feet for a brief moment before hitting the ground splayed out like a starfish.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2015 8:26 pm
As Freakshow is kicked off of the still warm, burned body of Mad Dog, the Dog lets out a cough. The audience breathes a sigh of relief - he was alive. Opening his eyes, he sees Salem and slowly begins to register what just happened. Saved by the skin of his teeth! But what was Salem doing here? Wasn't he a Marauder himself?
Not fully recovered from the flaming powerbomb, Mad Dog lies still and tries to catch his breath while the steam from the fire extinguishers meeting flame continues to rise from his bloody, burned body.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 3:37 am
It was true, Salem was the Dr facto leader of the MMI, but there seemed to be no love between him and Freak as "The Copperhead" walked past Mad Dog, towards the laid out wrestling equivalent of Leisure Suit Larry. Slinging the burlap sack off his shoulder and around to his front, Salem looked down at Freak while the crowd grew restless with anticipation. "You thought things were over between us?! Salem snarled, snapping a foot forward to dig a hard jab of his toe into Freak's ribs. "You thought we were buddies, huh?! That I was coming out to save you?! he continued, emphasizing his words with another stiff toe kick to Freak's side. Using his hand, Salem unlashed the twine sealing the mouth of his sack, looking down at the elder statesman with an expression that blended fury and joy. "Oh, no...I'm making sure I never have to see your face here, again!"With that, Salem tilted the sack upside-down, letting it's twelve feet of scaly contents spill out onto Freak's body. It was the king cobra, excited from the pop of the crowd and smelling blood and fear on his would-be victim, slithering around Freak's limbs with a spread open hood, hissing as it waited for its prey to move!
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 12:52 pm
"WHAT THE ********!!" When Freak opened his eyes he saw a big a** snake in front of him. No one would ever say that the businessman had urinated himself or s**t himself at this moment. After all, the accumulation of fluids over the course of the match was such that one would be hard pressed to differentiate any given substance in what had grown into a primordial stew of gross injustices. As the wrestlers natural instincts kick in permitting him to overcome the numbness in his head to spring to his feet the cobra coils tightly around his leg carried around the corner of the ring by the fleeing and screaming millionaire. His retreat comes to an unceremonious halt as his feet slip in a small deposit of leftover gasoline and loses his footing careening straight into the ring steps!
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2015 8:38 pm
As Freak and Salem settle past differences, Mad Dog uses this time to recover. It was looking like another fun trip to the ER after the show tonight, but Mad Dog wasn't thinking about his pain or injuries at the moment. He was focused on beating Freakshow, shaving his head, and banishing him from BBW.
Crawling to a guard rail, Mad Dog pulls himself to his feet, leaning back heavily on the guard rail, continuing his rest as he watches the two men fighting. Sensing an opportunity, Mad Dog surges with adrenaline, a second wind! As Freakshow falls into the ring steps, Mad Dog pulls himself onto the ring apron. Grabbing Freak by his hair, Mad Dog attempts to pull him in close, butterfly his arms, and Dog Pound piledrive him onto the floor!
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 8:31 am
Freakshow, having smashed himself face first into the ring steps, is hoisted up to the apron with Mad Dog fairly easily. Looking down as the blood leaks from his mouth and forehead he has both arms butterflied in preparation for a Dog Pound Piledriver from the apron to the floor. His heart pounds hard in his chest. Partially from the fact that his neck was about to be obliterated. Partially from the fact that a ******** poisonous snake had been dropped onto him. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!" Using whatever reserve of energy he had built up from getting his s**t kicked in the early going of the match the Marauder throws himself backwards hoping to use his body weight to leverage McLennon face first into either the ringpost or the turnbuckle he had exposed at the very beginning of the match!
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