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 Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 3:03 pm
This is a Tournament match! Good luck!
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 12:57 pm
Even though this was Jim Frank's first ever match, he was no doubt well known by some of the audience for his public freakout many months ago, the smear campaigns against him by many big news networks, and candid interviews by fellow co-workers all succeeded in labeling him as "crazy". Well, this crazy man was now running through the hallways, wheezing and out of breath, but he kept running, had to keep running. Looking behind him, these big...hallways. He was alone, exposed. True, he had his pipe, but would that protect him from 3 of them? 5 of them? 10, 20, 100 of them?
Finally, he made his way...into the audience, looking around with wild, dangerous eyes. Many fans, though cheering or jeering, gave him a wide berth, even before the security guards made their way up there, making sure this wildcard didn't try anything. Jim, in an old throwaway shirt and dark green cargo pants, shakily made his way down the stairs, pipe in hand, eyeing the crowds dangerously. He didn't trust any of them, truth be told, where you had crowds of people, you potentially had crowds of attackers. Still, eventually he found his way to the security railing, quickly hopping over it, climbing the ringsteps, and slipping inside, waiting for his opponent.
But he didn't let go of that pipe. No matter what the officials tried.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 6:11 pm
"I don't love how you love
but please don't leave me here alone
I don't feel how you feel
Well it's my fault I'm bones.
I don't die how you die
I can't just waste away
You keep changing your life
Everyday
"-Link-The lights switch to black light as the song begins to play and smoke begins to pour out along the entrance and up into the air. The crowd was quiet as they watched in awe and confusion at this strange entrance. Laser lights flashed and rotated during the entrance, never staying in one spot for long. Matt slowly crawled out onto the stage like he was trying to crawl through tar. His face and body paint glowing in the black light as well as his white clothes. He was at center stage when the music picked up and Matt suddenly jumped up to his feet and fireworks shot up and out towords the ring! The lights went back to normal and Matt made his way down the ramp on one side, high fiving fans and getting the crowd pumped. "FROM WASHINGTON DC, AT A WEIGHT OF 235 POUNDS......MATT DRAVEN!" Matt climbed the steel steps and walked about halfway on the apron and turned back to the fans that sat along the ramp. He raised a both arms up so his hands were near his face and extended his pointer, middle, thumb, and pinky were up and his ring fingers stayed curled like when they were in a fist. He leaned back against the ropes and tipped his head back and strectched out his arms and screamed upwards at the ceiling of the arena. Matt straightened back up and ducked underneathe the top rope and into the ring, he ran to aturnbuckle across the ring and hopped onto the second rung and repeated the taunt from earlier. Matt then got down and repeated the taunt on the other three turnbuckles in a clockwise order before climbing down and loking up at the stage. 
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 11:08 pm
Jim glared around, jumpy at the lights show, but soon composed himself...It was just some jerk who just had to come in to Laser Floyd, except the tunes weren't that great. Frank was aware of the egos that most wrestlers had, and also understood that flashy, showy theatrics were all the rage. Still, that wasn't something that concerned the larger man, and kept gripping his pipe like a baseball bat, ready for anything as he watched Draven taunting on the turnbuckles.
Eventually, when the bell rang, he reluctantly released his weapon, tossing it nonchalantly out of the ring, and letting it clatter to the concrete, loudly. He edged toward the smaller man, fists up in a boxer's stance, and if Matt let Jim close the distance slowly, then he'd test the waters with a number of weak, slow, sloppy jabs.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 7:07 pm
'What the hell?' Matt thought to himself as he simply leaned back everytime this guy "threw" a punch at him. It was kind of like watching a fat guy in slow motion......oh wait it was a fat guy in slow motion!
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 11:02 am
The 'fat' thing was a bit off, as Jim needed to be in great shape to lug around a big heavy camera all around the world, but he definitely wasn't in shape like the average wrestler.
Jim realized that this wasn't gonna work, Matt was too fast to get caught with these punches. So, Jim threw what he hoped looked like a sloppy right hook, and when Matt leaned away from it, Jim would bring his boot up, trying to kick the side of Draven's knee with authority. He hoped it worked, as he had thrown his entire body into that kick!
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 12:43 pm
Matt had just about enough of this joke and stepped back and out of the reach of the hook. Then he saw that Frankie boy had really been trying for a low kick! "Nice try Frankie......." he said with a smirk as he motioned for Frank to come at him.
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2011 2:14 pm
The fans, unimpressed by sloppy brawling and dodging, began simultaneously laughing and jeering as Jim, missing that kick, spun and fell off balance, landing hard on his back. They were growing restless as they always did, they that demanded blood, pain and action, never satisfied by what wrestlers freely gave. Jim was completely ignoring Matt's taunts, as the big man went to his hands and knees, back turned, and working to his feet.
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2011 4:05 pm
Once Frank was just about up to his feet, Matt ran forward and attempted to plant the soles of his boots squarely into the center of his back!
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2011 5:36 pm
Jim was unprepared for the speed and force of the attack, grunting as those feed bruised his ribs and spinal cord, but that didn't matter as he staggered forward, quickly stumbling over his own feet, and smashing his face into the bottom opposite turnbuckle. Groaning, he pushed himself off after a moment, nose possibly broken, a thin trickle of blood oozing out already. He worked to a standing position, slowly getting his bearings...
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 4:15 pm
Matt waited till Jim was back up to his feet and facing him before he attempted to punch in the jaw. Why? To stund him long enough to hit a chop or two across his chest and keep him in the corner.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 12:31 am
Jim's head snapped back from the rough punch, a bit of blood splattering against Draven's fist, and his chest lit up from that chop, the flesh reddening underneath his shirt. From where he was, he had little leverage, against the turnbuckle and far too close to his opponent, but even still he threw out a jab, hoping to surprise Draven with the quick, light move.
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2011 11:53 am
Matt was far too close for the jab to even remotely hope of working properly, then again he also far to close to block or dodge it either. So Jim's lucky shot connected and Matt stumbled back several feet out of slight shock then anything else.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 11:19 am
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