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Extremist-Saint-Joey Captain
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 Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 2:31 pm
SINGLES MATCH [WITH MANAGER]! GOOD LUCK!
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 7:44 am
Brantley Summers walked out to a triumphant roar of jeers from the crowd. Assuming the crowd didn't know the card, you know, just because, they were surprised at him being there given his lack of appearances around the circuit recently. Summers had a microphone in his hand and cheap smirk covering his stunningly handsome face. The snake that Summers was, the crowd knew that he had no good planned.
"Over the past century, man has been looking for the best draw for a wrestling promotion and even in this new age of computer-aided wrestling, a promotion needs a champion. I'm here to introduce to you, on this very occasion, fighting out of Chiraq, Illinois. He is six foot and eight inches and weighs three-hundred twenty pounds. To say he was carved from granite would be selling him short. He is the future of the Computer Aided Wrestling Federation. He is the one, the only, the One Man Wrecking Crew.... JACK ARSON!"
Summers would then step to the side to allow Arson to come out as Survival began to play throughout the crowd.
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2014 12:10 am
"I can see the finish line with each line that I finish
I'm so close to my goals I can almost pole vault...over the goal post!!"
As Summers introduced Jack the crowd would begin to jeer even louder...there is no way Jack actually thinks he is going to defeat Kelly King here tonight I mean JACK hasn't he faced an opponent of his caliber in nearly 2 years being mostly a tag team wrestler and wrestling with factions here and there. A win in a gauntlet match that looked to be staged from the beginning that led to Jack holding a briefcase that he failed to cash in successfully despite having the backing of 4 other men.
One reading might think why would someone mention things like this in a place where they don't matter, and the reasoning is that call these events are similar as collectively tel hey represent the downward spiral that Jack Arson has been on since his return to professional wrestling...and the funk that has caused him to be on a very big losing streak all around coming into this evenings test. Which is the main reason Arson agreed to be a part of this experiment to begin with. But enough back story and boring old s**t let's get back to the action...
"And if there should ever come a time where my life's in a rut
And I look like I might just give up, eh might've mistook
Me for bowing out I ain't taking a bow, I'm stabbing myself
With a ******** knife in the gut, while I'm wiping my butt!
Cause I just shitted on the mic, and I like getting cut
I get excited at the sight of my blood, you're in a fight with a nut
Cause I'm a fight 'til I die or win
Biting the dust it'll just make me angrier, wait
Let me remind you of what got me this far, picture me quitting
Now draw a circle around it and put a line through it, slut
It's survival of what?"
As Jack's music continued to echo throughout the arena, Jack was standing right by the entrance to the tunnel that led out to the ring, hopping back and forth on his heels as be began to psych himself up to enter the arena...whose boos only made him smile, heel heat is still a reaction after all.
Finally, Jack would crack his neck and charge through the tunnel at almost a sprint, bursting out through the curtain and triggering an explosion that computer probably didn't anticipate...sure hope there is no collateral damage there. He would survey the ring as he made his way toward it, a loon of focus on his face that had been missing for a very long time. A match with his former tag team partner may well be just what Jack needs to begin building some momentum toward winning a singles championship here.
Jack would slide into the ring, coming up to his feet and pounding on his chest with both hands, a statement that he was ready for King, who had no idea what he was getting into tonight.
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 11:25 pm
Counting All The Assholes In The Room
Well I'm Definitely Not Alone... Well I'm Not Alone.
You're A Liar You're A Cheater You're A Fool
Well That's Just Like Me Ooohoo. And I Know You Too
Mr. Perfect Don't Exist My Little Friend
And I Tell You That Again, And I Do It Again
Counting All The Assholes In The Room
Well I'm Definitely Not Alone. Well I'm Not Alone. Still Counting - VolbeatAfter a long moment of the music playing, it became very apparent, from the lack of pyrotechnics and the awkward pause, that Kelly King wasn't coming. The fan's they cheered and cheered until the song drew long, and then they started to boo. Being promised an A list talent like King only to have him not show up was almost a personal insult to them, and they didn't like it. After a long moment, their hopes were renewed, as King's voice appeared throughout the arena.
"Sorry. Sorry. I'm sorry. I'm not in the arena tonight, Jack Arson. Fans... As you can see... I'm a little preoccupied."
The King's titantron hype video faded away and instead focused on the horrifying man that appeared on the screen. If he could be called a man. His face was covered in blood, and his skin was mostly hidden by bandages, where he lay on an operating table, mechanical arms and apendages whirring all around him as they plucked at his skin. King was wearing some kind of device over his eye, the one that wasn't covered in bandages, that hummed a cool blue color.
"Jack Arson, I have been undergoing a few... upgrades to my repetoir that only ASaR has been able to provide to me, which they gladly have agreed to do so in exchange for some of FFA's old Referee Robot prototype designs. You see, when I heard about this place... imagine my wonder. Me. Kelly King 2.0. A man who's gimmick relies on technology and puns... what if... what if I could take that step further? What if I could become more than a character, more than a gimmick... what if I could... becomes something else entirely?"
King smirked and looked down at the ring from his place on the operating table. "Jack, my former partner, if you want to wrestle me, then next week is when we shall wrestle, as I will gladly come down to the ring to show you what I can do. If you are willing to wait, I promise you, you will get a fight unlike any you've ever faced in your life."
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2014 7:53 pm
Arson would listen as the disfigured King spoke from the table, wondering just what on Earth his former partner and good friend had done to himself, and why he chose to do it instead of being out here putting on a show. After King finished speaking, Arson would walk over to the ropes and ask for a mic, he had to salvage some kind of interaction between himself and King or these fans were going to riot...was Arson actually about to try and calm a crowd down?
He walked back to the center of the ring, pausing for a moment before he began to speak.
"Holy s**t King, you look like you got hit with a bus, and instead of dying you just fused with it instead. But let me see if I understand this correctly, you want me to wait for a week for what you are calling the fight of my life. Well King I have to say from what I can see, you look like you will be out of action for a while, I mean have you seen yourself, your covered in blood and bandages and you look worse then Angel when he got beat into a coma. But just for the sake of it... I'll come back out here next week because I accept your challenge. But know, if you leave me standing out here again, the shape you are in now will seem like you with a clean bill of health... Believe that!!"
Arson would lower the mic and stare at the tron, his former partner now knew Arson had accepted his challenge.
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