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 Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2016 3:07 pm
 "THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!! INTRODUCING FIRST..."
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2016 6:37 pm
Hunger. It's a feeling everyone has felt in their life. Whether it's a homeless man scrounging up change for his next meal or a kid from Japan eager for success, all walks of life have felt that emptiness in their stomach. But not everyone has truly starved, and the starved individuals who have been able to satisfy their appetite and live to tell the tale struggle to find the words.
Anatoli Koshkov didn't need words to show that he was starving -- starving for dominance on a worldwide platter.
Darkness engulfed the arena, which was very fitting for the display that he was about to put on. The Soviet Son wasn't a fan of close matches, where audiences guessed and wondered who would emerge victorious. The only thing that made Anatoli crack a smile was watching his opponents suffer and his audiences tremble. He wanted all of them to know that after the first punch thrown, the winner was clear; victory resembled a three-hundred pound Russian who knew more ways to knock an opponent unconscious than he did English words. The single spotlight in front of the entrance way awaited the arrival of Anatoli Koshkov. As for the fans? They had no idea what to anticipate.
"L'Ultima Diligenza di Red Rock" - Ennio Morricone
There were no flashy taunts necessary. In fact, mystery would be his first strategy. Perhaps his Japanese opponent had no idea who the Soviet Son was. Anatoli sure as hell didn't know what to expect out of his opponent. But when the fans saw the sheer size and strength of Anatoli as he walked on top of the rampway, they knew he had every reason to be confident. With no acknowledgement of the crowd, the Soviet Son walked towards the ring with the spotlight following his every step.
"... from Moscow, Russia, weighing in at 137 kilograms... Anatoli Koshkov!"
Anatoli loosed up his hands and shook his fingers towards his side, gritting his teeth. He had been ready to show the world what he was capable of, and it was only fitting his first murder on a national stage was in a coliseum. It fit his barbaric approach to this blood sport. The Soviet Son walked towards the steps and climbed over the top rope. Silence and a blank stare. Oh how he masked his true thirst for violence. The lights came back on and the music faded away. He was ready to fight now, and with his eyes locked on the entrance way he came from, he waited impatiently for his opponent.
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2016 11:51 pm
The crowd eagerly awaits the next participants and the wait is over as the opening riffs of Blade Monster by Neo Atomic Motor start blasting through the PA system, after a few seconds out come the Takahashi twins of Hayato & Kana!! They stand on the ramp looking out into the crowd and then pose for bit as they stand back to back each one extending the arm closer to the other sibling. They then begin the trek down the ramp and towards the ring.
"Making his way to the ring, accompanied by his sister Kana from Adachi, Japan. Weighing in at 335lbs, he represents The Mighty Don't Kneel. Hayato Takahashi"
They had made it down to ringside and went to interact with a few of the fans and sign a few quick autographs before climbing up on the apron. Kana climbs up on the turnbuckle and poses a bit by pointing towards the sky and jumping down, Hayato meanwhile stood on the apron and flexed his muscles a bit getting a few whistles from male and female fans alike. They went to their neutral corner and awaited the match to start.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2016 8:11 am
DING DING DING!
Unless he dug up some tapes from pro wrestling archives in Russia, Hayato wouldn't have a clue as to what to expect from the Soviet Son. So with his blank stare never breaking contact with the Japanese fighter, Anatoli stood in place and decided to let his opponent make the first move. Just how was he planning to approach Koshkov when he towered over him?
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2016 12:23 am
Hayato was vastly unfamiliar with his opponent, like seriously who was this guy? Where did he come from? Why was he here? The answers were Anatoli Koshkov, Russia, and probably here to wrestle and make money so........ Hayato decided the best way to approach this match was to step up and go toe to toe with the man who was like an inch taller than him. He would walk towards Anatoli and was fully intent on going for an attempt at a Stiff Slap right to his ear
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2016 2:11 am
Disrespect and anger rang loudly in the Soviet Son's head. A slap? The first move in his debut on an international stage was... a slap? This certainly couldn't be undone, but there had to be consequences. What kind of self respecting hero to the audience did such a thing? Let this Japanese superman taste his kryptonite. Anatoli let out a loud roar in anger before throwing a fast left hook aimed for Hayato's jaw.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2016 10:56 pm
Hayato was rocked by the stiff Left Hook from Anatoli, he took a few steps back and smiled. This was gonna be fun, he thought to himself as he would attempt to respond in kind with a Stiff Right Cross
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2016 10:59 am
Anatoli was rocked. He was expecting more open handed strikes, traditional of Japanese wrestlers he had faced a few times in his short-lived career. Needless to say, the Soviet Son stumbled back into the corner from the vicious blow to his chin. He leaned against the corner, trying to shake off the attack.
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2016 6:21 pm
[I'll just save this auto hit for a rainy day 3nodding ]
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2016 1:21 am
((My bad bro, working V-Day Weekend sucks at Department Stores))
Hayato managed to make Anatoli step back towards the turnbuckle and he would try to take advantage by attempting to grab his arm and whipping him towards the ropes. If his opponent rebounded he would attempt to catch him with an attempt at a Sidewalk Slam
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2016 9:35 pm
((Guess this makes us even huh wink ))
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2016 3:47 pm
((HERE IS YOUR WINNER AS A RESULT OF A SUBMISSION...HAYATOOOOO TAAAAKAAAHASHIIII!!!))
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