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 Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 7:27 am
THIS MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL! INTRODUCING FIRST...
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 8:47 pm
Before the organ would begin it's uncomfortable melody, the lights found themselves completely void of brightness within milliseconds. However, once the song's intro had begun, the titantron was filled with a bright white, illuminating the stage and it's surroundings. The only other flashes of light in the arena were that of cameras and cell phones. A silhouette of a tall, muscular man arose from the stage on a platform, the outline of his physique being provided by the light of the titantrons behind him. No reaction would come from the signal of it being Jake Roman; from him being such a new commodity in the wrestling business, they were unaware if they'd get the humble, naive version of the Kid, or the manipulative, pretentious side of him. Only time would tell as Jake Roman was set to make an impact in his debut in the Coliseum.
Once the guitar riffs kicked in, a spotlight hit Jake Roman at the top of the ramp, and without a moment of hesitation, the oily young man began walking down the ramp in a methodical manner. He didn't pay the impatient fans any attention; after all, the Kid had a debut to focus on, and pandering to the interchangeable live audience simply wouldn't help him keep his focus. He was going to face a very versatile and unpredictable opponent in Boxer Anarchy that Jake would not only have to trade Boxer, but surpass him, with every punch and boot and grapple applied. Once reaching the bottom of the ramp, Jake took his glasses off and handed them to a stagehand nearby. He'd need those after his well-deserved and assumed victory, after all. The jacket would simply be dropped behind him; the crew man could pick that up himself and maybe, just maybe, some of Jake's talent would rub off on him. Speaking of rub, the babyoil on Jake's torso and arms were quite obnoxious. Sure, he had a nice physique, but this was just silly. It was a reflection not only of the spotlight literally, but figuratively his infinite and completely excess amount of over-confidence.
Jake turned the corner to his left, rolling his wrists at his sides while he approached the steps. He hopped onto the second step and grabbed the top rope, walking across the apron before stopping halfway through and giving the fans a disgusted scowl. Jake would then swing his leg over the middle rope before finding his way into the ring. Roman then did what he did second-best to wrestling -- taunting. The Kid threw his arms across his chest in an X with his hands flat, only for half a second, before throwing them back down and turning around. He started pacing back and forth, facing the entrance way and waiting for the Demon to meet his maker.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 2:06 am
The future is bulletproof.
The aftermath is secondary.
It's time to do it now and do it loud.
Killjoys, make some noise.Boxer's entrance began as it always did, the beginning of My Chemical Romance's Danger Days album. The music cut out and so did the light but this time a different piece of music started playing. Something classier and more befitting the arena the match was going to take place in. Ennio Morricones "The Ecstasy of Gold" began playing. Boxer was nothing if not a showman, the crowd sang along with the legendary piece of music as the lights came on revealing The Demon of Wrestling standing on the main platform with his arms crossed and a sneer on his face. The crowd erupted in cheers much to the surprise of Boxer walked down the ramp to a choir of fans singing his entrance theme. It was quite the debut for him, main eventing the reboot show of CWA against a new competitor. Boxer was excited as he slid under the bottom rope to enter the ring.. "From Battery City, weighting in at 225 pounds, Boxer Anarchy." Boxer held his hand above his head, his hoodie still covering his face. The Demon flipped the hood down and unzipped his hoodie. He tossed it out of the ring and looked confidently at his opponent. 
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2014 3:08 pm
Ding ding ding! An aggresive Jake Roman looked to make an impression quick, and by that, he had to display his superior upper-body strength. Therefore, as soon as the bell signaled the start of the match, Roman went to engage Boxer quickly in an elbow-and-collar tie-up.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2014 12:47 am
Boxer stared at his opponent offering the lock-up for a moment. "One of our grips is going to slip on that body oil. Did you mug Randy Orton for all that?" Boxer snickered, remaining in his corner.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 9:51 pm
Jake wiped off a smear of baby oil off of his chest. He didn't know who this Randy Orton character was but perhaps Boxer could find out the brand of baby oil through his senses; taste, smell, sight, feel. Jake would look to introduce him to his favorite brand of baby oil with a slippery slap to the face! How dare he insult a man's texture.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 1:58 am
Boxer was hit by the wet slap and jerked back in shock and disgust more then pain. Jake was disgusting. He reminded Boxer a lot of Hakan from Street Fighter, and not in a good way. Boxer, still in the corner would try to shove his oily opponent away from him. He doubted his opponent was even familiar with Turkish Oil Wrestling, let alone actually a practicer of it.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 3:44 pm
Jake, a former self-proclaimed world champion in Turkish Oil Wrestling, was shoved back a few steps by Boxer's instinctual retort. After finally finding his footing and not swaying backwards, Roman went to start things off with a running big boot to the head to throw things in his favor early. Big boots were a staple not only of Jake Roman, but baby oil-related activities.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 12:42 am
Boxer tried to brush the oil off of his hand on his pants. He still couldn't stand being in the same ring as Jake. Boxer, not focusing on his opponent, found himself eating a boot on the side of his head. His neck whipped back a bit and he dropped to the mat, rolling out of the ring. Boxer held his neck, cursing in the ringside area.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 11:57 pm
Seeing Boxer fall and tumble out of the ring from Jake's most traditional form of offense made the big man feel even more pretentious than before, assuming that was possible. While keeping his attention on the downed demon, Roman started to give the fallen hero a big round of applause while the crowd booed loudly. They couldn't stand how self-righteous such a rookie was. After a few moments of clapping, Jake sat on the middle rope on the side of the ring nearest Boxer and pushed the top rope up with his right arm, inviting Boxer back into the ring in a very condescending manner.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 12:08 am
Boxer ran around to the other side of the ring, quickly sliding in across from his opponent. His patience was wearing thin with the Oily man. Standing in the center of the ring, Boxer took a fighting stance, waiting for his opponent to stop dicking around in the corner. Play time was certainly over. The crowd cheered for Boxer even more as their dislike of Jake grew. Boxer wasn't used to playing the good guy in these scenarios but if it meant getting to beat the ******** out of Hakan from Street Fighter he was all for it.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 12:17 am
Jake kept his eyes intently on the demonic veteran standing across from him. Rather than looking to have a wrestling battle of wits, the Kid went to get in his face and talk down to Boxer nose-to-nose for however much time his opponent would let him. Insults had ranged from calling Boxer "a tomato looking freak" to "a down syndrome dog on its last leg."
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 12:18 am
Boxer was NOT one known for his patience, the demon flipped out and charged at his showboating opponent, joking aside, he was going to bury his opponent 6 feet underground and drag his soul out of the Colosseum and straight to hell.
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