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-ASaR- ELLIE Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 8:01 am
The ring was being taken apart hastily by small worker bots. They dropped the parts and hastily ran away as the final match of the night was announced...
"This final match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..."
((MATCH STIP: No ring, bare floor, ring components everwhere for weapon use (e.g. ring rope, apron, poles etc.) falls count anywhere))
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 5:57 pm
The brightness of the lights would soon be diminished, as the arena turned a sudden pitch black as soon as the guitar riffs set in. Neon green lights shot sporadically around the crowd to the rhythm of the guitar as the titantron showed a static television in a seemingly empty padded room. The television had a blue tint to it and at the beginning of each line showed a different famous wrestler from old corporations. Such wrestlers were Disciple, Hulk Hogan, and Randy Orton in this case, since there were only three lines. The laser lights died down with the guitar as only the vocals would now echo throughout the crowd.
Red eyes and tears, no more for you my love I fear. _[Disciple motionless on the ground.]
Red eyes and tears, no more for you my love I fear. _[Hulk Hogan being carried out on a stretcher.]
No more fear, no more fear, I'm in love. ___________lll[Randy Orton in a pool of his own blood.]
Once the riffs of the electric guitar kicked in again, the titantron showed Warner on that same television with a sadistic smile on his face, doing his main taunt and doing his finishing moves (HJK and Killing Spree) on a variety of opponents. At the top of the ramp, however, a very bright tinted blue light shone where the superstars entered and the laser light show if you will came back into play. The man some call the Bad Chyld pushed the curtain out of his face to enter this light and walk out of it with a cocky one-sided smirk slapped on to his face; anyone who had watched him before had become very familiar with it. AJ looked to his left and two his right to see the amazingly good-sized crowd, hell, it was the first show! Warner took pride in being in the main event, and also winning and so far only have of those things were done. He looked down to the ground for a second but then rose his head up with his arms out in front of him, his index fingers and thumbs meeting to make a W. Golden pyros rained behind AJ as he did this and he nodded to the audience seeming to mouth the words, "That's right." Warner dropped his arms and as he did this, and proceeded to walk to the ring with a spotlight following him. A bell to signify the start of the match was rung.
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a falls count anywhere match! Introducing first, hailing from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-eight pounds, he is the Bad Chyld... AY-JAYYYYYYYY WARNERR!"
By the time this was announced for the few among the crowd who didn't recognize him from earlier that night, Warner was down to the end of the ramp, looking at an empty space where a ring would usually lay. This was odd; from wooden cages to six man ladder matches, AJ had never experienced this kind of match before. Hell, wasn't a match supposed to take place in a ring? Warner decided to walk past that empty space, which was a very weird feeling to do. He snatched a microphone from the ring announcer and climbed on to the commentator's desk, looking at the crowd tapping the top of it for silence as the music died down and the lights came back to life.
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"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to ASaR!" The crowd gave a slight pop as they really didn't know how to react to Warner, yet they would very soon. "We've seen some good matches here tonight... and you know what? That's just great. Give it up to the guys in the locker room." The crowd applauded for the performances but AJ very sharply interrupted them. "... for trying to be better than me." The crowd silenced and gave only a few boos as they were busy trying to predict what he would say next. "You see, there's a huge difference between trying and being, which none of them are. Not to mention, there's going to be another big difference in this match! Absolutely..." The Bad Chyld looked down to the table then back up to the crowd he was facing before. "Just look, there's no ring. Now judging by the absence of a ring, and nothing but the remnants left, this seems to be one hardcore match coming up." The arena slightly cheered at the idea of a street fight between the two upcoming superstars in the main event.
"Another difference... it's the main event, and it should be a pretty good one. I mean, you look on paper, these are two guys that haven't liked anything about the other. You put me and my opponent on paper, and you will see similar fighting styles, body types and so on and so fourth. What you CAN'T draw on paper..." AJ seemed to be looking farther in to the audience with a blank yet determined stare. "... is talent. And you no class people take a long gaze at this because what you are looking can't be seen in your mirrors, because it is nothing, but talent." Jeers came quickly at the sound of this and Warner gave a small chuckle.
"For all of you people who wanted to see a good show, great you got one up to this point. But if you wanna beat traffic, the exits..." The Bad Chyld started to point with his free hand around the part of the arena where the exits seemed to be (the cameras weren't catching them). "... are all over, so all the smart non-inbred people in here, both of you, have a great night." More boos came directed towards AJ but he quickly talked again, this time in a much louder tone. He slightly bent to address the crowd in front of him. "BUT FOR THE PEOPLE WHO STAY TO WATCH, BRACE YOURSELVES. THERE IS A MURDER GOING DOWN, AND YOU ARE LOOKING AT THE MURDERER... TRUST ME WHEN I SAY THAT, IS A PROMISE ONL-" (interruption/entrance)
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 2:59 am
[[Will insert a suitable entrance after I get back from work.]]
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 4:23 pm
(waiting...will edit this when the entrance/possible mic time is done.)
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 2:56 pm
Tim Dunking (waiting...will edit this when the entrance/possible mic time is done.)
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 12:12 pm
[[No mic time for now, carry it on after the match?]]
Nuke looked over at Warner, both Superstars that had broken through in the business at the same time. Smirking, he stepped forward, reaching out and offering his opponent a tie-up to begin the match.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 6:15 pm
[K.]
Warner put out his hand before the tie up in offer of a handshake. If Nuke went to shake it, AJ would raise the same hand and slap him across the face with it.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 8:42 pm
(autohit)
Nuke was slapped, and Warner laughed. He then went for an irish whip into a clothesline.
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 2:06 am
[[ A bit of a harsh auto when I could have taken one on you, but okay .. whee ]]
The slap connected and Nuke was sent to the Irish Whip, as he came back to Warner ..
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 12:44 pm
[[ Auto Hit. ]]
Nuke came flying back at Warner, and hit him with a surprise Spear out of nowhere!
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 3:39 pm
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