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 Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2015 4:26 pm
The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2015 2:13 am
((Here, calling last entrance.))
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 10:26 am
The titantron flashed to life with a shot of Salem Croft, dressed in a pair of black swim trunks, lounging in the sun in a grassy backyard. Black sunglasses covering his eyes, he seemed peaceful, almost happy as he let out a sigh, his relaxation interrupted by a sudden approaching child. "Uncle Salem!" the young lad exclaimed, prompting the man in question to lift his shades and quirk a curious brow at the boy. "Evo is coming back! Aren't you going?!"Staring into the camera's line of sight, Salem seemed to look long off into the distance, a faint counting heard coinciding with a sparkly rain of electronic. As Andre shouted "YEAH!" Salem sprang from the chair, running through the grass towards the back of his house. Interrupting his nephew's birthday party, the Blackfoot Beast tripped on a wakeboard while stepping onto a slip-and-slide, surfing at great speed down the slick plastic. Continuing his swift stride across the lawn, kids and their parents cleared out of his way as Salem stormed through the back door, all manner of clatter heard as the camera panned around the outside of the house, watching Salem sprint through the front door mere seconds later dressed in his typical wrestling gear. Black baggy jeans with matching combat boots, hands taped up methodically to the elbow, despite not being wrapped mere moments earlier, even his hair appeared to have been washed and dried as opposed to the sun-starched look it had while he was lounging. Despite these inconsistencies, Salem started working his magic as he ran down the street to the thumping pulse of Outkast's "B.O.B." playing across the PA system. The view cut to in front of Salem, watching him run towards the camera as he took off down the cul de sac. As he ran, the man started to become a blur, his features made fuzzy by movement faster than the lens could catch. As Croft became a mirage in motion, the perspective pulled upward, showing Salem making his way towards the city lights off in the distance before cutting to a bustling downtown avenue. People were enjoying the afternoon weather, shuffling down sidewalks and across intersections with boxes and papers and bags...until a rush of color whizzed through the pedestrians, causing many to shout out in surprise and mishandle their belongings as Salem sped past. The shot cut once more to a train speeding down a track, weaving through the hills and trees of a lush countryside. The conductor sat inside the engine room, idly looking ahead before noticing a man running alongside the locomotive. Salem, matching pace with the freight-hauler, turned his head and waved as the engineer went wide-eyed with shock, calling for an all-stop while Croft vanished through the darkness of an upcoming tunnel. Fading to black with the vanishing Salem, the scene would come back to life with Salem sweeping through a variety of cities, each one a different locale from the last. From the windmills of Holland, to the Shinto Gates of Kyoto, Salem sped seemingly around the world as the sun set lower and lower upon the horizon, the M.W. Deuce coming to a stop outside a nondescript arena with an Evolution crew truck parked in the lot. Sprinting towards the stadium, Salem's video package started to play, instead, showcasing scenes of his clashes with Matt Shanahan, Rik Rip 'Em, and others. Popping out from the access tunnel, Salem was ushered to the ring with a standing ovation, fans on their feet and cheering for "The Most Wanted Man in Wrestling". Doing a lap around ringside, Salem clapped hands with those excited to see him, smiling as he bustled up the ringside steps and somersaulted over the top turnbuckle. Sticking the landing, Salem ran to the opposite corner, rushing up the turnbuckle to throw up a taped fist proudly and gesture to the audience, repeating the act in the adjacent edges. After leaping off the fourth corner, Croft ran the ropes as his music died down, stopping on the side opposite the ramp to lean back into the cables and wait for his ominous opponent to arrive.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2015 5:16 am
Shortly after his opponent's entrance was done, the lights cut out and everyone was left in utter darkness. Well except for those few people that had their cell phones out. They had been planning to take pictures more then likely. Nonetheless, the screen upon the titantron soon came back to life as a video began to play. What a appeared to be a cold, uncaring, concrete room with only a select few things within it. The camera that this had been filmed on, obviously, a gray metal chair with a man sitting upon it, and another man sitting across from the man on the chair. Now there were several key points of difference between the two men were easy to see. The man in the chair seemed to be the one in charge, he had on a nice uniform like outfit while the other man was merely sitting on the floor across from him. Dressed only in a pair of raggedy only pants. Upon closer inspection one could see that the man on the floor seemed to be chained there. Not only that but the man on the floor seemed to be quite a bit larger then the guy in the chair. Slowly the man in the chair leaned forward and seemed to be confused. Like he was faced with an incredibly complex puzzle of sorts. He licked his lips like he were about to speak, but he paused and leaned back and picked a bag up off of the floor. "No name, no discernible age, no background, no nothing. Just one hell of a creepy mask and an incredibly twisted temper. Just who are you my masked friend? Maybe this will finally get you to talk."With that, the man in the chair tossed the bag at his counterpart, where it slammed into the man's face and fell to the floor. The man slowly tilted his head up to the man, and then back down to the back. Slowly the camera zoomed in on the bag, all the while hushed but frantic whispers could be heard. That is until the metallic creaking of the metal chair cut through the whispers as the man had shifted his position yet again. Faintly, in the background, Ora Pro Nobis Lucifer began tofade in. Slowly the man chained to the floor began to speak in a hushed, dry, raspy voice. ".....Can hear.....""Hear what?"".....them....."Them? Them who? WHO IS THEM?!""......the voiceless......"As soon as the temp in the song picked up, a blinding eruption of fire came up from all four ring posts! Once the fire had died down a lone spotlight could be seen focused on a very large person at the top of the ramp. For clarification, the light seemed to be coming from above/behind the man thus making him into more of a large silhouette. Wait, how in the hell had he gotten there? Wait, distractions. Never mind. Anyway the large silhouette began making it's way down the ramp at a methodical pace. Like a predator stalking it's prey, or more like, a psychotic killer stalking it's prey. Letting their target think about what they were getting into. What could happen to them, more importantly, what WAS going to happen to them! Soon enough the silhouette made it to the bottom of the ramp, where it stopped.. It titled it's head to the side and the spotlight went out. After a few moments the lights came back on and revealed that what had been the silhouette was now standing in the middle of the ring! "And his opponent weighing in at three hundred and five pounds. Standing at six feet and nine inches tall.........The NAMELESS!"The silhouette turned man, now revealed to be the returning Nameless, continued to stand in place with his head slightly cocked to one side as if puzzled from what he was looking at from behind his leather mask. Other then his long, dark hair and signature leather black leather mask the was cracked and worn, the big man wore a plain, blood stained pair of pants much like what one would think of when they heard the term "asylum". Not only that but her wore very plain black ring boots, and on his hands and wrist just plain white wraps. Now the real story here was his bare chest and back. This man was clearly carrying around a great deal of power within him, as well as an incredible tolerance to pain if any one of the vast scars on his chest were of any indication.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2015 3:09 pm
Nameless may look like he belongs in an asylum, but Salem held a special meaning for that word, the name of his first ever professional championship here in E:E. Salem had waged wars for the Asylum Title, and tonight would be no different - the M.W. Deuce had faced big men before, and chopped them down. So, with a fearless charge, Salem rushed over to Nameless as soon as the bell rang, looking to throw the big man off balance with a wicked chop to the chest!
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2015 4:46 am
Salem may have waged wars over a championship, but the Nameless had simply waged wars. It felt strange to be back within the confines of a wrestling ring, that is until Salem went and slammed his hand squarely across his chest! The fans shouted WOOO and The Nameless grunted and took a step back as pain began to spread across his chest. However that wasn't going to go unpunished. The Nameless stepped forward and attempted to catch Mr. Croft flush on the chin with an uppercut!
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2015 4:42 pm
Salem's chop had inspired a pop, but an uppercut from Nameless caused Croft to stop! The pure power behind the big man's punch rattled the M.W. Deuce, rocking him backward in a stubble towards the ropes. Bouncing off, he tried to reverse his momentum into a makeshift clothesline into the giant!
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 1:05 pm
Salem slammed into him with a clothesline and Nameless didn't budge! Not because he was that much bigger then Salem, but because he had enough time to brace himself. Very little time, but time nonetheless. In response, The Nameless attempted to place his hand on the face of Salem and shove him back!
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2015 2:34 am
((Auto-hit))
The Nameless palmed Salem's face and shoved the smaller man down to the canvas! However he wasn't done. Just as Salem was getting back up, he lunged forward and attempted to plant the sole of his right boot squarely into Salem's face for a big boot!
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