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 Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 7:47 pm
No chance! No chance in hell!
Its what you got!
No chance!
No chance, no chance in hell!
The ring was set with a nice red canvas with a table in the center of the ring, with a black drape over it. On the table was a glass display case with the DUW Heavyweight Title in it.
Slowly, the CEO of DUW came out in his normal pose. Fully dressed in a nice black suit, with a million dollar smile. Vince started to strut down the ramp, still smirking the whole way down. He stopped ringside and waited for a moment, before making his way to the steel stairs.
He climbed them gracefully and stood on the apron. McMahon looked at the sold out crowd before going under the top rope and into the ring. He picked up a microphone that was conveniently placed on the table. Vince lifted it up to his mouth and began to speak.
"Desire Underground Wrestling." He paused as the crowd started to cheer. "It was really cheap, so I decided to pick it up from its washed up owner." He was again stopped by the booing from the crowd. "Calm down, Krator is doing fine. He's some where in the back waxing the floors or cleaning the toilets or something, but back to business. Most of the titles are vacant, so thus I will start the first ever, Vincent Kennedy McMahon Classic!" The crowd booed, but quickly hushed as the CEO continued to talk.
"The tournament will be for the title that is here on this very table, the DUW Heavyweight title! So, all the superstars in the back, for whom ever is interesting come on out here, but we can only accept a selected amount, so better be fast." Vince rested the mic at his side, waiting for the themes to come over the PA.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 7:55 pm
Just then the newcomer, Kyle Marx's theme hit the PA system. The massive man made his way from the back, and down the ramp with a slate face, no expression. Kyle hopped to his knee onto the apron, quickly pulling himself to his feet, and entering the ring. He walks up to the Vincent McMahon, and stares down at him. And grabs his hand with the mic in it. "With your looking for a champ, then I say you forget about this stupid Classic, and you award me... The DUW Heavyweight Title." Kyle said not letting go fo Vince's hand, and just staring at him with his cold, menacing look.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 7:58 pm
McMahon looked at him and let go off the mic. He backed up getting another mic from a ringside crew. "Do you know who you are talking to? I'm the one that signs your paychecks. I'm the one who tells you how fast to run and how high to jump. You're talking to me all wrong, but then I couldn't really expect more from someone on this roster, you're all semi-retarded." Vince said as he rested the mic by his side waiting for more themes to come on. McMahon looked at Warner's hand and shook his head, mouthing that he didn't want to shake.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 7:58 pm
The guitar riffs were heard in the background as the lights flashed pitch black and dark green, the fans jeering because they knew that the Double AA (Arrogant a*****e) was coming out for his title shot.
Killing in the Name of.
AJ Warner came out in a loose suit with only the very bottom two buttons buttoned, his thick brown hair messy. He wore a red dress shirt under and black baggy pants, his hands wrapped and his wrestling boots on just in case a fight was coming. Although, the fans caught eye of something that could go around his waist. No, not his p***s, but his DUW Heavyweight Championship. He crossed his wrists and raised his thumb and index finger as golden rain fell behind him. He turned around and walked backwards, throwing his arms out to show his greatness.
And now you do what they told ya.
And now you do what they told ya.
The Bad Chyld walked down the ramp, nodding to the general manager, and hopping on the apron. He walked across the apron and onto the corner after a pause, mouthing off to some smart a** fans. AJ looked around the arena, camera flashes going off and whatnot. He threw his arms out in a Jesus Taunt, and chuckled.
Killing in the Name of!
Killing in the Name of.
He hopped down once his music died out and the arena lights came back to light. He nodded to Vince McMahon with a smirk under his Stunner Glasses, and AJ, unlike himself, put his hand out for a handshake. He looked to his fellow Canadian superstar and nodded. "Fair game, fair play."
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 8:00 pm
Can you feel that?
The crowd began to cheer as the DUW original theme came on. He slowly stepped out from the curtain with his shades over his eyes in his street clothes, instead of going down to the ring he went off to the end of the stage and took a seat, waiting for the rest of the themes.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 8:02 pm
Kyle stared down Vince as he insulted him, then looked to AJ as he entered the ring. Kyle then heard another one's theme, this one of the one they call Jackel. Kyle stared down at the ramp where the DUW origianl waited.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 8:02 pm
AJ had a fake smile and looked to Vince. "Good, it took me a lot of acting skills to do that." The fans chuckled, but some marks booed, obviously not understanding the joke.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 8:05 pm
Vince glared at AJ, wanting to yell the words 'You're Fired,' but resisted. He raised the mic to his mouth once again. "5 more."
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 8:12 pm
Freedom, By rage against the machine came on.
and soon enough Charles stanley came out onto the top of the entrance way. he wore a black suit, with a white hanky in his pocket. he brought one hand up, and placed it over the pocket, looking streight up. a very patriotic pose indeed. but it quickly ended. and Charles began down the ramp. he unbuttoned his jacket and hung it on a ring post before lifting onto the steel steps. he would swing in under the top rope, standing ready for a fight in a white dress shirt and black slacks.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 8:15 pm
McMahon looked at the Gentleman and raised the mic, "Welcome, General America, or who ever you are. I never thought that issuing a tournament for a Heavyweight title would be as hard as pulling teeth. Oh Well, 4 more."
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 8:19 pm
Put it down!
The music came on and the lights flickered, within seconds it could be seen why. the heavy rap music continued as J-smoke hit the stage. he wore a black and white Adidas jogging suit. with a nice set of bling around his neck. including one necklace that said 'bling' he didn't look to prepared to fight as he bad mouthed the crowd.
but behind him was Gaza wiild. one of the biggest mother F--ks to walk the federation. Gaza wore his black tights. both men slid into the ring, meeting the rest of the group. Gaza stood still, J-smoke continued yelling at the crowd.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 8:22 pm
McMahon looked at the new entrants in the ring and had nothing to say. He just merely looked on with pity in his eyes.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 8:24 pm
Kyle looked to the two that had just entered, and his eyes focused on Gaza Wiild, he simple had no interest in J-Smoke. Kyle was nearly just as big as Gaza.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 8:28 pm
AJ looked around the ring at everyone who was here, the giants, the personas, everyonewho was a threat. And that was... everyone.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 8:33 pm
many seconds passed, men where staring each other down. the ring was tense. the crowd was silent. it was as if everything was happening, whilst nothing at all was going on, Until...
Slowly getting louder over the sound system, the bag pipes filled the arena. some of the crowd lifted lighters others flashed cameras at the entrance way.
Ring around the rosie
Pockets full of posies
Ashes ashes, we all fall down
The music continued playing and soon enough, the black curtain swung up. and in a storm down the ramp. steel chair in hand. Python was coming down. he made it to the bottom of the ramp and quickly slid into the ring. lifting the chair up as if to threaten anyone and everybody that came near. "What ya want?!" he let out. slowly turning to watch both his left and right side.
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