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 Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2017 5:00 pm
sorry kid, but even as the youngest of the Damone siblings, he's been around a while, and Drako knows he can't last long if Akira keeps bashing him with a chair. After the next shot, he stumbles away, just enough to put about a foot of distance between them so that when Akira raises the chair again, Drako drops down and attempts a low dropkick to the shin, aiming to drop Akira a second time on his face
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2017 5:04 pm
Akira was quite surprised that Drako could move so quick after having his leg almost crippled by the chair shots just seconds ago, Akira lost balance and lost grip of the chair which fell out of the ring through the ropes as Akira dropped face first between the ropes from the low drop kick to the shin. The move was not exactly good for his neck judging by the painful looking facial expression on his face but he was also now dealing with a sore shin from the drop kick.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2017 5:08 pm
if there are actual gods anywhere they have ice packs and heating pads waiting backstage for the end of the night. Drako for one will need it, as he can't pop right back up as he had earlier in the match. He ends up sitting up, immediately clutching his leg. He backs himself up to a corner again, keeping an eye towards the action while reaching up to use the ropes to pull himself to a vertical position again. He ends up somewhat sitting on the second turnbuckle, already contemplating the ways in which he'd be paying Akira back
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2017 6:15 pm
Hardcore Holly get dropped to the mat back first thanks to the sweep of the legs of Dan Danielson! He quickly rolls though to the bottom rope and hooks onto it, feeling as though that was the only way to stay safe right now.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2017 6:38 pm
Jamie Hedro was caught! In trouble, Hedro tried to push off but was flipped right over the ropes, and fell to the floor, eliminated! The crowd let out another roar of approval, the display of power and insane suplexing. Everyone was extremely happy to see AJ Warner back after Wrestlemania. Everyone that is, except for one man that was standing across the ring from AJ Warner. Bad Boy was watching the entrance, really surprised at him being there, especially after the extremely brutal match he had with Kelly King. The former two time WWF champion would step to the middle of the ring, waiting for Warner to turn around.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2017 7:06 pm
Having spent some down time on the ropes, Akira would begin to use the same ropes he was leaning against after the dropkick to the shins as a way to help bring himself back to his feet. He was still surprised that Drako could've moved that quickly after taking a few chair shots to the leg. Akira though was focused on the pain that was still throbbing in his neck from some time ago as he slowly used the ropes to drag himself back to his feet. Once in a up right position he leaned against the ropes to rest up whilst watching the other wrestlers fight each other, although he was still very cautious of Drako who was not to far away in the corner.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2017 10:04 pm
Jim Ross: By gawd what a Rumble we're having at this point! Feels like it's going a hundred miles per hour, the Road to Wrestlemania is already full of crash and burns!
Jerry Lawler: We have so many superstars fighting for their lives! Everyone wants to fight for that World Title shot at Wrestlemania!
Jim Ross: We got three former World Champions, two former Royal Rumble winners, young up and comers like Drako and Akira having a slobber knocker, and on top of that the returning AJ Warner who just tossed Jamie Hedro over the ropes with ease!
Jerry Lawler: I can't believe he's here, I thought his career was over after Wrestlemania! But look behind him who's staring him down!
Jim Ross: By gawd being spotted by Bad Boy, these two never been in the same ring before, and here they are, as the count down is on!5!
4!
3!
2!
1!
ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! I'M BLUE DABADE DABADA!
DABADEEEEE DABADA!
Once again Blue by Eiffel 65 plays, and Blue Blizzard jogs out to the ring, rather still sweaty and tired from the Tag Title match before. What he has left in the tank is being questioned.
Blizzard slides into the ring, as he sees Akira open for business. So he rushes towards him looking to kick him in the stomach, followed by a couple of right hands to the head.
#12: Blue Blizzard
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2017 10:16 pm
AND INTRODUCING THE PARTICIPANT WHO DREW #16....Burbank began to play signalling the WWFG debut of James 'Any man with two fists has a fighting chance' Ellsworth The music continued to play, but no one came out... On the titantron and screens around the arena showed the following vignette... ---------------------------- “Mr. Captain FG? Mr. Captain FG, sir? Do you mind if- oh.”
The diminutive blonde wrestler could be seen shrinking, the smile from ear to ear caving and his face dimming with the kind of embarrassment one experiences when they realize they might have gone a bit too far. He hung his head in shame until his chin gave way into his neck, his cheeks tinted red as if that could not have made an already awkward situation worse. Silence hung in the air like a question for what must have felt like an eternity before Ellsworth lifted his eyes to gauge the rather reflective company mascot’s reaction. Well, what he could of it anyway- you could see everything but the face behind the mask.
“Pardon my enthusiasm, sir; it’s not everyday you get to rub elbows with a hero.”
James’ laugh jittered across his lips and into the chasm between the two superstars as they stood backstage in a hallway that led like a holding area to the locker rooms and onto where the magic happened with production and management. With the Rumble going on, activity had grown sparse because either everyone else was watching the action, was in the action themselves, or had left.
“...I hate to interrupt but I was wondering if you mind if I shook your hand.”
Captain FG had been sitting with his back to the camera, perched on one of the huge backstage crates when this admirer approached. He had gotten on his feet when Ellsworth first began to make desperate grabs at his attention, returning his glimmering gloves to the safety of the hoodie pocket from where they had been making minor adjustments to his boots. Ellsworth had begun to extend his hand toward him and he could be seen pausing to crane his neck downward, letting Ellsworth’s gesture hang even more awkwardly in the air than his words. Had he caused some offense to the man behind the mask- better, how would Ellsworth even know if he couldn’t see the face?
“Listen; if I interrupted something, I get it. I didn’t mean to intru-”
The Unsung Hero of FG swung an arm out when his silence had marinated for long enough to feign offense. Had the masked crusader only wanted to inspire a little humility in his admirer? Only the Captain could tell and the hush that spread between the two was very telling. His glove of many colors collided with James’ outstretched hand, the colors of his fingers dancing in the halogen light from the ceiling as they grasped the other and the pair shook hands. Moments later, Ellsworth tried to free his hand from the Captain’s grasp.
“Man, could you let my hand go now? I… I-I’m going to be late entering the rumble.”
Captain FG tilted his head to the side as if he were puzzled his acquaintance would have to go so soon. He kept his grasp on Ellsworth’s hand and opened his other arm wide and rotating his free hand in- was he trying to bring Ellsworth in for... a hug?
“That’s sweet of you, Mr. Captain FG, sir, but you really don’t have t-”
A hug is innocuous. No one would expect anything from someone giving you something as amiable as a hug. But this was no hug- it was treachery. Once Captain FG wrapped his arm around Ellsworth’s shoulder and his hand reached the flat expanse between his shoulders, he began to pull the twerp toward him. The realization that he was being stabbed in the back had just begun to dawn upon Ellsworth’s face when the good Captain moved out of his path without releasing his grasp or taking his hand off his back and pushed him into the solid mass of the backstage crate, letting go only to retreat a step or two and watch the superstar lose his footing before squirming against the crate in pain.
“What are you doing, man? I don’t understa-”
When Ellsworth began to plea for mercy from the Captain, he grabbed the star’s shock of blonde hair and buried the man’s face in the side of the crate with a mighty shove. Ellsworth could be heard starting to groan when he grabbed the man’s head and kept burying his face into the crate again and again and again and again. Captain FG retreated enough to give Ellsworth time to support himself in a desperate attempt to get up by placing his palms flat against the crate lid and pushing up. His ascent quickly reached its apex when he attempted to stand but his equilibrium was too weak to support something so bold after having his head bashed into equipment and he swayed before falling to his knees down the side of the crate. When Ellsworth braced himself to stand again with a hand gripping the corner of the crate, Captain FG swooped in one last time for a curbstomp.
Before too much more attention could be drawn to himself, Captain FG squatted by Ellsworth’s unconscious body to check his prey for any signs of wakefulness. When none could be found, he went rifling through Ellsworth’s pocket for what he must have been waiting on the whole time. Back to the camera, he could be seen holding up a small, folded square of paper, unfolding it, holding it to the light before shrugging and shoving it into his hoodie and walking down the hallway toward the ring intended for Ellsworth. The music on the tron changed, and was now the official tron of
CAPTAIN WWFG!
Freddie Mercury's The Great Pretender began to play:
“Oh yes I'm the great pretender ooh oohPretending I'm doing wellooh oohMy need is such I pretend too much
I'm lonely but no one can tell
Oh yes I'm the great pretenderooh oohAdrift in a world of my ownooh oohI play the game but to my real shame
You've left me to dream all alone
Too real is this feeling of make believe
Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal…
Ooh, ooh yes, I'm the great pretenderooh oohJust laughing and gay like a clownooh oohI seem to be what I'm not you see
I'm wearing my heart like a crown
Pretending that you're still around…Ohhhhhh yes, I'm the great pretender...
Just laughing and gay like a clown ooh oohI seem to be what I'm NOT you see”The Captain of WWFG spun out clad in rainbow, a cape and mask concealing their identity. Posing with their back to the crowd, thumbs extended in the air.
The Captain jumped up and spun facing the crowd before squatting to the ground and leaning forward, fingers slowly grasping at the mask’s hem and preparing to pull up to reveal their identity...
James Ellsworth
Captain WWFG
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2017 10:21 pm
Escape the Fate- One for the Money
“Are you reaeaea-eaeaea-
Are you ready?
Are you reaeaea-
Are you ready?
Let's go! ”
Phoenixfire pushed up with pure, explosive energy out of the squat, ripping her mask off to reveal her signature shock of red hair as she went. She had been the great pretender to come into this rumble under the guise of Captain FG, to beat the s**t out of Ellsworth and rob him blind of his rumble shot, and fight her way back into a federation that had been unwelcome territory for years and return home.
“Everybody in the world are you with me?
It's too late to try to run, we run the city
It's my time, it's show time,
Held me down, now it's don't give a ******** time
It's go time, it's show time
Sing it with me everybody let's go
Cause it's one, it's one, one for the money
Two, it's two, cause two is for the show
Three, it's three, three get ready..."
Phoenixfire grinned from beneath the unruly mound of frizz atop her head before she ran the reflective gloves through her hair to make her face plain to see for everyone. She craved the attention, lusted for it even… and she was getting precisely what she wanted. Cameramen came crawling up the ramp toward her as she stood there, undoing the clasps of her gloves before tossing one and then the other before grabbing the side of one camera and shouted into the lens…
“It’s showtime, ********! Look alive!”
“Let me see you start a war, start a riot
When there's nothing left to burn, hear the silence
Hate me, you can't escape me and you ain't ever gonna change me
I can't stand it, I've ******** had it, I'm about to blow”
"Introducing first, weighing in at 145 lbs, from Seattle, Washington, by way of Anchorage, Alaska..."
Phoenixfire shoved the camera aside before continuing down the entrance ramp, grasping at the neck of Captain FG’s bodysuit where the cape was clasped together and pulling until the suit gave way to reveal her signature black halter and tights.
"She is... PHOENIXFIRE!"
“Cause it's one, it's one, one for the money
Two, it's two, cause two is for the show
Three, it's three, three get ready,
Are you ready ********? Are you ready? Let's go!
Are you reaeaea-eaeaea-
Are you ready?
Are you reaeaea-
Are you ready?
Let's go!
Are you ready ********? Are you ready? Let's go! ”
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2017 10:27 pm
Akira watched as the entrant known as Blizzard had made a mad dash down to the ring, he was still leaning against the ropes recovering from Drako's attacks from earlier before being met with a kick to the stomach which forced him to double over in pain. Before Akira could get a chance to recover or stand up straight, he was met with a couple of right hands to the head courtesy of Blizzard. The punches forced Akira to stumble sideways in pain caused by the new entrant, he was growing agitated by the minute as things were not going his way at this present time.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2017 10:33 pm
The Blizzard was on his "Entrant momentum" with some quick strikes to Akira. Looking back at the ropes, he had a plan! Looking to run and bounce off the ropes, Blizzard would attempt a Clothesline! Hoping to do some big damage to Akira!
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2017 11:31 pm
Akira turned in time to see Blizzard run towards him, what Blizzard wasn't expecting was an attack by Akira who launched himself at Blizzard hoping to hit him with a crossbody attack.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2017 11:34 pm
The Blizzard didn't think that Akira would be able to get off his feet so quickly, but underestimation is a terrible mistake. The speed of Akira is used to advantage as his head is driven into the sternum of the Blue Blizzard! Ultimo Hero fell back, and rolled to his face, holding his stomach trying to regain his breath!
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2017 11:37 pm
It looks like the Ultimate Hero was about to become a punching bag for the once calm and collected man known as Akira. Although not so calm now as he rose to his feet slowly after the crossbody, he looked to jump up and attempt a double foot stomp to the back of Blizzard's head whilst he was down from the crossbody. Akira was certainly looking to make a big impact in his debut in WWFG.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2017 11:45 pm
Phoenixfire rolled one shoulder and then the next as she descended down the ramp toward the ring, keen to enter the fray. The last two entrants were focused only on themselves- she couldn't blame them- and that left her to wait for either the next entrant or insert herself into the conflict unfolding in front of her. With the latter not working in her favor, what did she have to lose by waiting?
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