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 Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2008 12:52 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2008 1:57 pm
"from Las Vegas, Nevada...the sinister minister, the twisted mister, the unclean fiend...Mr. Business." Not an angel started blaring as Biz stepped out. he walked toward the ring a cocky smile on his face and a evil look in his eyes. he slid into the ring as red pyros went off. he threw off his jacket and waited.
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2008 5:00 pm
Forty-six seconds into "Bullets" by Creed bursts loudly, echoing throughout the arena. Dark blue lights flash around the arena and Fox comes running out hard, slapping food, drinks, and anything else out of the hands of the fans. Down the ramp, around outside the ring, and then rolls into the ring. He stands in the middle of the ring embracing the crowds' welcoming roar!
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 3:16 pm
Biz moves quickly and attempts to dropkick his oppponent in the back.
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2008 12:39 pm
Hit square in the back by Biz's dropkick, Fox falls flat on his face.
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