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 Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 7:27 pm
*Owen stood in the ring, as stage hands and referees cleared out all his party crap. He waited for his opponent, confused*
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 7:31 pm
"Gold Lust" hit as Goldust sashayed out onto the ramp. The bizarre-one stared at Owen as he understood his mission. He was more than happy to get a shot at the champ, even a non-title match. He climbed onto the apron and took off his robe and wig, handing both to a stage hand before preparing for the bell.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 2:57 pm
DING DING DING
*As the bell rang, Owen tried to lock up with Goldust*
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