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Drive Type Wild Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 3:28 am
Snypa stands in the ring, obviously brutalized from the falls count anywhere Iron Man match. Falls count anywhere is one thing, but when you have to beat the hell out of your opponent for sixty minutes in that setting- ouch.
"Damn, it hurts to walk. It hurts to even talk to you people," Snypa says, the Inter-Star Championship around his waist. "But why don't we look up to the jumbo screen to see what happened?"
The viewers at home get to witness the start of the match and how it later evolved with:
Brandon Damone getting the first fall after covering Snypa with a trash can and superkicking him.
Snypa answering back with Hardcore Highlight on a midair Damone onto an unfolded steel chair he was sure broke up a few ribs.
Snypa and Damone taking the match up the ramp, with the youngest brother getting the advantage with the Damone Snap DDT (at least, that's what I call it in the game) onto the steel mesh. The camera clearly reveals the champion's opened-up skull as Brandon climbs up the side of the jumbo screen, scaling it carefully before launching himself off backward into a moonsault for his second fall at the 35 minute mark.
Snypa delivering and taking kendo stick shots before delivering a Black Russian Leg Sweep onto the concrete to tie it up at 20:10.
Also on the video is the two fisticuffing into the parking lot with Damone countering a powerbomb attempt into a failed hurricanrana which sees Snypa launching Damone backwards into the windshield of a car. The camera clearly closes in on the newly-bleeding cuts and gashes followed by the champion covering Damone for two.
With 20 seconds left on the clock and pure exhaustion running through these two, Snypa's gonna need to put this one away. He goes to the nearest car and opens the door, revealing another steel chair.
Brandon intercepts with a superkick that misses, only to turn into a chair shot that dazes him.
10 seconds left.
Snypa wraps the chair around Damone's neck and brings him into the piledriver position, before jumping up and coming down.
An old move called the Assassin's Prayer. The referee makes the three count as Snypa goes up 3-2, right when time runs out.
And now the camera cuts back to Snypa in the ring.
"Holy hell, that was fun," Snypa says. "A bit rough, but fun. As Inter-Star Champion, I ain't going anywhere for a while. I'm pretty much glad to still be holding this belt in front of all you. Tonight's gonna be a bittersweet night, for we have a new XCW Undisputed Champion."
And the crowd boos heavily.
"Unfortunately our new champion also wields the Tag Team Championships. A bitter pill for you all to swallow, sorry about that. But that's not why I'm here. I'm here tonight to be with the Fireteam. I'm not exactly medically cleared to compete tonight, but that ain't gonna stop me from being amongst you people. So let's get this show started, baby! Yeah!"
(planned interruption)
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 2:54 am
"Whoa, whoa, WHOA. Snypa Rifle.. you're in my sights."
A voice? From where? More importantly, who's? Questions which would soon be answered as a figure walked out onto the stage. It was clear from his attire that he was Canadian. He had a mic in hand and glasses on, so it was hard to tell his appearance. Though a few people knowing him from other places to be Justin Amaze. To no reaction from the crowd, yet, the man stop at the beginning of the ramp, staring down it and into the ring, at Snypa. The man took off his glasses and indeed revealed himself to be The Canadian Standard, Justin Amaze. However, a lot of people still didn't know who he was. Some of the crowd cheered. "SHUT UP!" And the boos began from everyone in the arena! Looking at the crowd as he said that, his attention turned back towards Snypa.
"Stop yourself right there Snypa. You're right, the lets get this show started.. with me! Oh, right, you fools don't know who I am, why should I be running my mouth? I am The Amazing One, The Canadian Standard, Justin Amaze!" The crowd began to boo even louder. "I SAID, SHUT. UP. ... Anyways, Snypa, like I was saying. This show tonight starts with me and my needs and wants. You see, I recently signed a contract with XCW, that's right, your newest Superstar right here, and I already don't like you. I watched your Wrestlemania match, and if you ask me, you're a pathetic excuse for a champion! I mean like, you just rewatched the footage. Tell me, do you actually think that's a decent championship match? Hell nah! Do you want to know what the problem with it was? Your sorry excuse for a champion, right over there in the ring, Snypa. Your Inter-Star Champion! The guy who survived a horrific match and can't even compete tonight. No, that won't happen. Snypa, I won't let you keep on being XCW's half a** champion. So, let me put it simple. You either come down here, and hand me the Inter-Star championship, or you're going to have 270 pounds of Canadian muscle in there real soon. Which is it going to be?"
The crowd kept on booing, not liking this new guy at all. Who did he think he was?
((It's 4am in the morning, and I'm still sick. I know it sucks, but give me a break. xD ))
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Drive Type Wild Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 5:50 am
"Holy crap!" Snypa says. "Am I being given a choice?"
Snypa walks to the edge of the ring leaning over the top rope as "USA" chants begin.
"Let me get this straight: either I just up and hand over this championship to you, on your first night without proving yourself. Or you're coming down to this ring. Well, the choice is obvious: the only way you get this championship is if you rip it out of my cold, dead hands. I may not be cleared to wrestle, but that doesn't stop me from enjoying a good fight. Get your Maple Leaf a** to this ring, b***h."
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 10:34 pm
"Without me proving myself?"
Justin lowered the mic as he looked around at the crowd cheering on the Inter-Star Champion. He raised the mic again. "How's taking out the Inter-Star Champion sound?"
Justin dropped the mic, flipped his hat off, took off his glasses and dropped them on the stage. He began to walk down the ramp, getting the finger from a few fans. Justin took his shirt off and dropped it on the ramp. As he neared the ring, he stopped. Entering the ring now would result in getting attacked by Snypa, but what did it matter, it couldn't be too hard to get the upperhand over him in his current state. As soon as Snypa were to back away from the ropes, Justin would slide in under them and get to his feet as quickly as possible.
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Drive Type Wild Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 1:18 am
Snypa backs up, waiting for Amaze's first move.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 2:39 am
As Snypa backed up, Justin nodded and smiled, taking it as a sign that he was scared. But for some reason, Justin wasn't attacking. Justin looked back at the mic he dropped at the stage, and then to some ring crew, who hand mics. Justin signaled for one and was given a mic. He looked back at Snypa.
"Snypa, you have no idea what I'm capable of, and you're not even in shape to take me on. You're backed against a corner now, what do you plan to do?"
Justin took a couple steps forward acting as if he was finally ready to attack Snypa, but stopped. He very slowly raised the mic to his mouth.
"Well, I know what you can do. Give me a title shot next show, and I'll think about not ending your career. Sparing your career, don't you think that's worth a title shot?"
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Drive Type Wild Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 7:15 am
What Justin doesn't know is that when backed into a corner is when Snypa is at his toughest.
"You'll think about not ending my career? What makes you think you'll be the one?" Snypa says, pacing the ring. "You don't have to tell me to do anything? You want a shot at the Inter-Star Championship? Be careful what you wish for, Justin Amaze, because you just got it."
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 2:23 pm
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Drive Type Wild Vice Captain
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