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 Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 9:39 am
[The following contest is a steel cage match, where the ways to win are by pinfall, submission, or escaping over the top of the cage.]
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 11:20 am
Scum of the Earth - Murder SongFilthy black soul, sluts with pus filled sores..
The God, The gun, No vasoline.
You dirty pig I'm cumming inside you.
The pain, The fear, The flash, The scream..
You dirty whores I'll murder all of you!
Murders Murders Murders Murder Suicide!! The lights began to flash to the beat of the music as two columns of smoke shot out from each side of the stage, each reaching a solid 40 feet into the air. Also smoke engulfed the entrance way. Soon enough the doors swung open and the smoke flowed out from the back and along with it, Johnny Rotten. He wore his black leather jacket, dirty white beater, torn jeans, old worn in boots and a black beanie slightly covering his eyes. Now Johnny had black face paint around his eyes giving him more of a sinister look. Rotten walked to the top of the ramp and pounded his chest with one fist then threw both his fists into the air. Johnny then marched right down to the ring and quickly slid in. Johnny was quick to get to his feet and climb the nearest turnbuckle where he would pound his chest once again, and throw his fists into the sky. As soon as Johnny brought his fist down he snatched his beanie off his head and threw it to the crowd. Johnny then leaped from the turnbuckle and made his way to the far right side of the ring, removing his leather jacket. Johnny then paced back and forth awaiting his opponent Matt Seraph.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 1:04 pm
Johnny began to go tired of waiting for his opponent, but he didn't care. A arrogant smile began to grace the face of Johnny Rotten, thinking he would get away match free, and head into Exile with the 100% advantage.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 8:29 pm
After waiting for his opponent for s long Rotten was fed up with standing in a ring by himself. Johnny walked to cage door and leaned over to the ref that was to look it once both competitors were in the ring, and demanded for a mic. Shortly after telling the ref to grab him a mic the ref ran back with a mic in hand and handed it to Johnny Rotten. Rotten snatched the mic from the ref's hand and made his way back to the middle of the ring.
"Well it seems that my competition has chickened out on me, and I'll be heading to Exile 100%. So since I have nothing better to do I think I'll waste what ever time I got left and say this." Johnny paused and scanned the crowd before continuing what he was gonna say. "Cyrus you better hope that ladder match with Edge didn't take too much out of ya, cause I'm going into Exile with plans of walking out with that title." With that Johnny dropped the mic and exited the ring though the cage door. Rotten then made his way up the ramp and to the back somewhat disappointed that his opponent hadn't shown.
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