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 Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 5:28 pm
The following is an Exile Live Audience Exclusive! Introducing first...
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 5:08 am
[[Lazy, will update later.]]
Nuke entered, raising his fist to many youngsters in the crowd, before rolling in to the ring and awaiting his opponent.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 8:27 am
If I only could I'd set the world on ******** you, ******** me, ******** ******** Tom, ******** Mary, ******** ******** ******** the west coast, and ******** everybody on the east
Eat s**t and die, or ******** off at ******** pre-schoolers, ******** rulers
Kings and queens and gold ******** wine ******** chickens, ******** ducks
Everybody in your crew sucks, punk mother ******** the World rings throughout the arena as Mad Dog comes bursting through the doors, stomping and raising hell like usual. Particularly amped up to be destroying a new opponent tonight, Mad Dog stretches out as he walks, limbering up by pulling his arms in funny directions over the top of his head. Pulling a stapler out of the back of his pants, Mad Dog begins his usual pre-game with a CLACK CLACK CLACK as staples rupture the skin on his arms. Within seconds, streams of blood flow down his arms, staining them red before the match even starts. Sighing an ecstatic sigh of sweet relief at the bloodshed, truly the mark of a sick individual, Mad Dog regains his composure as he arrives at the bottom of the ramp, just before the ring.
Boos rain down on the Dog as he grins wickedly, surveying the audience before him. Sliding his stapler into his boot, Mad Dog walks up the steps, paces the apron, and steps onto the side of a turnbuckle. Climbing up the top rope, Mad Dog perches above the crowd and raises his bloody fists, squeezing before flinging his hands out toward the crowd, showering the first few rows with fresh blood. Looking at a young lady in the front row (probably much too young), Mad Dog makes an "eating bloody p***y" motion with his fingers and tongue, accompanied by a wink as the girl's entire family is angered.
Turning his head to look at Nuke, Mad Dog throws his head back and spits with authority to his side, blowing air out of his nose, huffing angrily at Nuke simply for being present. Leaping from the turnbuckle with a thud on the canvas, Mad Dog simply freezes in his stance, looking at Nuke with much menace, snarling as he waits for the bell.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 5:22 am
Nuke smirked as the bell was rung, knowing that the crowd would hate whoever lost here. Starting to circle the ring, after the bell was rung, Nuke offered a classic tie-up to initiate the match.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 1:39 pm
Charging into the tie-up like a bull, Mad Dog attempts to bypass the entire proceeding by sending a headbutt launched hopefully directly into the face of Nuke.
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 11:39 am
The headbutt connected, but this seemed to enrage Nuke, rather than cause him to turn away. He looked down, and then attempted to stamp on the boot of Mad Dog, the same one that had the stapler in!
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 5:13 pm
As the staple clacks into Mad Dog's ankle, a result of Nuke's stomp, Mad Dog's head tics for a moment as a trace of a smile seems to form on his face, the sting of a staple being absolutely not new to the Dog. As Mad Dog can feel the blood begin to trickle into the bottom of his boot, Mad Dog stands his ground and attempts to fire back with a huge right fist to the face of Fusion.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 9:44 am
Mad Dog sends a heavy fist directly into the face of Nuke. As the referee bitches about an open hand, Mad Dog simply ignores this and attempts to capitalize by grabbing Nuke's wrist and going for an Irish whip into the ropes behind him. If successful, Mad Dog will try to catch Nuke with a clothesline on his way back, swinging his entire body's weight into the arm.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 10:33 am
Nuke's arrogance caught the best of him, but he still had wit about him. Flung against the far ropes with the Irish Whip, Nuke slid underneath the bottom rope, instead of the conventional method of running back towards his opponent.
It was there that Nuke dropped to his knees, just underneath the apron, seemingly injured but out of view of both the ref and Mad Dog.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 1:38 pm
Mad Dog conventionally walks to where he needs to be for Nuke's next move.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 10:46 am
Slowly making his way up, Nuke sees Mad Dog walk forward, and attempts to hit his legs with a Singapre Cane as he reaches the apron.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 12:31 pm
Leaning over the top rope to look down on Nuke, Mad Dog immediately gets a facefull of cane, as he falls backwards, holding his face as he hits the canvas growling. As the ref attempts to signal for the bell, Mad Dog instead violently rushes the official and shoves him, knocking him off balance and through the middle ring ropes, snarling. Cocking his head to the side and spitting, attempting to shake off the sting in his face, Mad Dog slides the stapler out of his boot and licks up the metallic side of the tool. Clack-ing a few staples off in the air, Mad Dog stands in the middle of the ring facing Nuke in a bowed-up stance, simply waiting for Nuke to make the move back inside.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 9:33 am
Nuke watched Mad Dog pull out his signature stapler, and slid halfway in to the ring. Thinking about what he was doing, Nuke then got back out of the ring, and started to back up the ramp, cane still in hand.
The crowd jeered, not wanting the match or brawl to end this way, and the fact that Nuke was backing out of a fight.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 9:08 pm
Livid at this point and realizing Nuke might as well be long gone, Mad Dog slides out of the ring, stapler still in hand. Hoisting the referee up jerkily in one swift motion by the collar, Mad Dog swings his arm and wallops the metal side of the stapler slam upside the head of the referee, who promptly crumbles before being dropped to the floor mats. Not content, Mad Dog continues his atomic tantrum by shoving the time keeper off of his steel chair and swinging it with much force into the nearest television camera, taking out thousands of dollars in equipment in seconds. "If I can't be on TV, no one can" is heard by only the closest audience members. As camera crew scatters, Mad Dog tips the entire camera rig over in one final act of defiance before pointing to the sound booth, signalling his music. As <******** the World picks up, Mad Dog hoists two bloody middle fingers in the air as the audience boos. Hopping the guard rail, Mad Dog takes off through the nearest audience exit.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 7:45 am
[[Possible storyline here, that's why Nuke backed away wink ]]
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