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Extremist-Saint-Joey Captain
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 Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 2:43 pm
METAL FLOOR SINGLE MATCH! GOOD LUCK!
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 2:25 am
Suddenly unfamiliar song began to play through the arena as a female growl was heard during the broadcast of the song before kicking into the lyrics which happen to be Japanese. The english translation appeared in subtitles in the titantron as Melissa walked out on stage with her father Harli Drummond behind her with a cocky smile on his face. Kachitotte mo mada mitasarezu mata hashiri dashita
Maku wa kitte otosareta tomadoi mo naku kane wo narase
Dore dake ubaeba mitasareru yosou mo tsukanai
Fuan ge na kimi no senaka ni kono kotowari oshieyou
Jiyuu wa amaku aimai na sonzai gensou no you de
Kousoku naku shite arienai sonzai koikogaretekuEven though I obtained it I was still unsatisfied, ran out again,
the curtain was cut and dropped, ring the bell without any confusion!
How many will I steal before I’m satisfied? I can’t even predict
I’ll tell the reason to your back, you who looks insecure
Freedom is a sweet, vague thing like an illusion,
an unrestricted, impossible thing that I’m falling deeply in love with Melissa began to rock her head back and forth during the song as she proceeded to throw up the horns into the air as a salute to Ronnie James Dio as she proceeded to walk down the stage, ramp and towards the ring. On her way down to the ring she looked like she would hi-five some of the people in the crowd only to fake it and laugh before jumping up onto the ropes and rocking her head back and forth with her hair whipping about. Mean while Harli continued to follow Melissa down to the ring and walked around to the other side of the ring. Melissa climbed into the ring as she rushed over to the furtherest turnbuckle and jumped up onto it as she raised her hand in the air in the sign of the horns fashion before climbing back down and waiting for her opponent
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2014 6:58 pm
"Head down on a pillow of concrete...
I won't rest in peace either way-hey-heyyyy...
And I won't be forgiven, and
I will never give in...
I'll give you somethin' if you wanna believe!"
"Won't ever belong...
Just wanna be free..."As the playful plunk of "Wanted Man" by Rev Theory started to play, the acoustic set wafting out the speakers, Salem Croft stepped out from behind the stage curtain for the first time in ASaR. Dressed to kill in his typical ring gear consisting of faded black jeans and forearms wrapped in tape from knuckle to elbow, Salem started down the ramp to a boisterous roar of applause from the audience. Reaching out to slap hands and bump knuckles with fans as he made his way to ringside, Salem contemplated the potential hazards of being in this peculiar kind of match. A steel canvas? This was certainly different, not the usual type of gimmick and one he'd certainly never been in before. But if the "Most Wanted Man in Wrestling" did anything well, it was adapt, and tonight would be no different. "I'm a wanted man,
I've got blood on my hands...
Keep telling me to back down, won't do it...
Living on the wrong side of
A wanted man...
Never stood a chance...
Renegade from the day that I knew it,
Livin' on the wrong side of a bullet..."Once he'd made it to the ringside, Salem would slip in under the bottom rope across his stomach, popping up as his music quieted while the crowd cheered louder. Raising a hand and slapping his chest proudly, the M.W. Deuce nodded and gestured to the fans on each side of the ring before turning to an empty corner, putting his back into it while waiting for the bell to ring. He'd yet to face Melissa Drummond before, but he knew her father well from their previous encounters and respected the name she carried with her to the ring. This would certainly be a fun match, if nothing else. Leaning into the corner, Salem stretched out his arms by hanging from the ropes, squatting a little as he clenched the top cable, eager for the bout to begin.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2014 2:15 am
Melissa had not noticed that the mat was actually made out of steel for this particular match. She knew that this wasn't going to be easy considering the size of her partner but none the less she is a Drummond which makes her quiet the fighter. She began to circle the ring like a shark circling it's prey.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2014 4:47 am
The last time Melissa and Salem were in the ring together, it was when the latter was tossing her father into a casket, sending him on a temporary retirement. Truth be told, Salem hadn't much considered what she had taken from that incident, what grudge she might harbor or potential insight she may have glamored from his fighting style. Salem was then much was he was, now - focused on the moment, on the now, eyes following Ms. Drummond's as his feet shadowed hers in a circle across the canvas. While it seemed his fair-framed associate was more apt to hold back, the M.W. Deuce saw fit to take the initiative, stepping forward to offer a lock-up with his lady counterpart.
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2014 4:21 am
With a devilish grin on her face, Melissa gladly accepted the lock up with Salem however she was more fragile than Salem and quicker too. She would aim to launch a quick couple of kicks to the back of Salem's legs hoping that this turned the start of the match in her favor.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 6:56 pm
(Auto hit)
Melissa's kicks to the back of Salem's legs wrre a smah hit as Salem backed away closer to the ropes after each kick slammed into the back of his legs. Melissa looked to take the opportunity to attempt to clothesline Salem over the ropes and hopefully down to the floor.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 10:25 am
THE WINNER, BY VIRTUE OF AUTO-HITS, IS MELISSA DRUMMOND.
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Extremist-Saint-Joey Captain
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