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 Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 9:43 am
[The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the FFA Canadian Championship! Introducing first...]
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 9:50 am
DANANANAAAA DA-NANANAAAAAAAAAAAAA
DO DI DO DO DI DO DI DI DI DO Some randoms words start on the speaker before Kid Cudi featuring MGMT's Pursuit of Happiness starts out on the speakers. Brantley then is lifted onto the stage from out of the ground with his head down and both arms up as if he were already getting in a attitude to win. He then lifts up his head to an explosion of pyrotechnics in a row behind him. He then spins around to a shower of gold sparks. He then drops both his arms to his side and gets prepared to walk down the ring.
Brantley starts to slowly, but cockily walk down the ramp. About half way down the ramp he stops himself and dropped to his knees with both his arms and head down. He then lifted up to flex his biceps before getting up to listen to the announcer introducing him. He started jumping side to side as he waited."Making his way to the ring, weighing in this morning at a weight of two hundred, forty-five pounds, he is the one, the only, BRANTLEY SUMMERS!" Brantley heard his name and made one final jump up before starting to sprint to the right side of the ring and started up running again. He'd slap every fan in the face all the way around the ring before ending at the edge of the left ramp side and punching the man standing there in the face as hard as he could.
He stepped back before the man could retaliate and a cocky grin fell across his face. He then went to the steps and jogged up them going to the apron and continued jogging to the middle of the apron. He kicked his leg up dramatically and placed the foot on the middle rope. Brantley then put one hand in a fist and humped the air before going to the turnbuckle and stepping on the second and third ropes lifting both his arms up yet again in a sign of victory. He then flipped into the ring and sat on the second turnbuckle. He waited for his arch enemy Marxx.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 11:45 am
}Your Midnight Role Model{ The arena is under a dimmed light. Only the tron is flashing as Welcome to the Masquerade by Thousand Foot Krutch plays through the arena. All of a sudden, four bright spotlights starts turning around like on a red carpet and stops all of a sudden, doing a "X" form with their rays of light. Red and blue spotlights turns in circles over the crowd as Marxx appears from the entrance ramp, wearing his signature black vest and the Canadian title around his waist.
He walks to a side of the ramp, raising his arm, then walks to the other side, where he does the same thing. While walking to a side to another, we could notice he was dancing a little bit. After, he comes back to the middle of the entrance ramp as he motions the crowd to cheer louder with his hands each sides of him. From there, he puts his arms in front of his face in his usual X, and then drops them quickly at each sides of him, pointing at the championship. He let go a "Woo!" before starting his walk to the ring.}Making his way to the ring, from New Brunswick, Canada, weighting in at 241 pounds, he is the FFA Canadian champion: Marxx! {He starts walking on the ramp, clapping in the nearest fans hands. He stops in front of the ring, then turns back by the fans as he takes off his vest to the crowd's excitement. Then, he rolls inside the ring and jumps on a corner, where he does an X with his arms in front of his championship before dropping them to each side, pointing at the belt. He jumps off the turnbuckle and does the same thing on the opposite side before going back to his corner, where he takes off the belt and starts stretching. }MARXX!{
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 11:55 am
Brantley had been waiting for this moment and would not wait. He charged at Marxx while he was stretching attempt a forearm. If the move was successful, Brantley would try to repeat the forearms to the face of Marxx.
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 7:11 pm
That's what happens when you meet people you didn't see in a while backstage. You completely forget to stretch, you have to do that in the ring and you end up being ambushed by a forearm that traps you in the corner, in position to get more forearms shots to the back!
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 7:19 pm
Brantley tried to step back as the referee started pulling him back. Before he could get all the way back, Brantley would try to sneak in a slap to the face of Marxx in an attempt to insult him.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 5:11 pm
A slap is not subtle usually, but what could the referee do about it anyway? Once Marxx turned, he was slapped in the face. That was, indeed, frustrating.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 5:16 pm
Brantley finally backed up into his own corner. He had a cocky smirk on his face as he, said, "Imma shake ya' down... Not going to be many of your fans left around..." With that, he offered a lock up with the man roughly his size.
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 5:41 am
Marxx shook his head, getting on his feet. As Brantley offered the lock-up, Marxx was a little hesitant. He approached, then stepped back, then went closer, then stepped back a little more, but then ran to Brantley and accepted the lock-up.
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 4:19 pm
Brantley then attempted to put Marxx in a side headlock. If the move were to come through, Brantley a side headlock takeover onto Marxx while screaming, "Respect my technical s**t!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 6:35 pm
Oh yeah, no problem, Marxx was respecting his technical s**t. He didn't like it since it was done on him, but he was respecting it.
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 1:48 pm
Brantley tried to apply more pressure hoping to make Marxx tap. He tried to yank and pull the neck and head of Marxx.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 6:22 pm
As Brantley pulled harder, Marxx had absolutely no choice, he had to do something. From that position, Marxx could always try to swing a little and put Brantley's shoulders on the map, which would, hopefully, force the guy to release the hold if he wanted to kick out. Not exactly the best solution for Marxx's neck, but he could always try...
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 7:38 pm
((Ok, getting an auto-hit is lame. But getting an auto-hit by me is quite ironic and humiliating. So please BS, do yourself a favor and post! xd ))
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 12:08 pm
Brantley would try to get his legs under them after being rolled over. After the count of two, he'd push off and roll back up hoping to get Marxx to finally tap out to his ferociousness .
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