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 Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 5:25 pm
Just then, the Canadian Enforcer's theme hit the PA. The lights start to flash red, and white, as the crowd erupts in a boo. Kyle Marx in his ring gear walks from the back, that same mean look was planted on his face, as usuall. Kyle looks to the crowd as he walks down the ramp, quickly he slids into the ring, getting to his feet. Kyle walks to the far right turnbuckle, and grabs a Mic, that a stagehand had waiting. Kyle quickly grabs it, and raises it to his mouth to speak, the crowd still booing. "Over the past couple weeks... SHUT UP!" The crowd boos heavier but then quickly quiets down. "Good... Now that I have your attention. I can continue." Kyle pauses and scans teh crowd then starts again. "Over the past couple weeks DUW management, and fans have been hyping the return of one: Lucas Delane." Kyle paused he seemed eritated about the return. "I've seen noting special come out of this man. Nor have I seen him show me any reason to fear him, the claims, and statements about his return, are nothing but false hopes. I'll tell you what... When he comes back I will greet him personally."
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 9:58 pm
The arena lights dimmed out, and the titantron flashed red and blue. A single white light came on, backlighting a giant of a man. The man spoke calmly, his voice deep and loud.
"Think you're a big man, Marx? Think you can step up and run around with the big boys? Who the hell do you think you are?" The man cracked his knuckles loudly. "Honestly. Why would someone of my caliber bother with you? I have sold out arenas. I have thrown people into barbed wires, into walls, decimated them...and you come out here to say that you aren't afraid and that you want to welcome me back? You poor deluded fool. You don't deserve to meet me. I wouldn't give you the honor. But maybe after you've been around a little longer, then I can show you what there is to fear."
The lights rose again.
Behind Kyle, a man in a preacher's suit and wide-brimmed hat climbed the barricade, holding a metal pipe. Brimstone slid into the ring and went for a hard cheap shot to the back of Kyle's knee.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 12:38 am
When the lights came up Chandra was also in the arena. She stood on the stage looking down on the mayhem in the ring. Chandra watched like the mother creator would watch the Earth grow and spawn. A grin that was purely wicked and conniving spread across her well rouged lips. Chandra lifted the microphone in her hands to her lips. "Here you are Kyle, say hello." She dared just before brimstone went for the cheap shot.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 3:21 pm
Kyle was'nt stupid, when the lights dimmed he was already perpairing himself for anything. Looking around quickly, until he saw the man slid into the ring. Just as the man got to his feet, Kyle went for a series of clubbing forearms to his back.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 12:46 pm
The clubbing caught Brimstone, pausing him in his rise to his feet. However, as he rose, Brimstone went for a cheap shot at Kyle's kidneys with the pipe he still clutched tight.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 1:39 pm
The pipe connected, but Kyle was a fighting man and would'nt go down without a fight. He continued to go for shot after shot at Brimstone's head, going for hard, powerful rights.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 4:50 pm
While Brimstone and Kyle fought in the ring Chandra went unnoticed. This was good. She charged down the ramp and slid into the ring. Chandra climbed up to the top turnbuckle and went for a drop kick from the top rope to the back of Kyle's head.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 8:03 pm
While Kyle brawled with Brimstone, he was nailed with a dropkick in the head. The impact sent him over Brimstone, and onto the canvas, landing hard on his back. He held the back of his head, as he rolled to the ropes.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 1:34 am
An extremely loud police siren split through the arena, nearly deafening. At the same time, a hulking behemoth of a man came charging down the ramp, twirling a police baton and clad in a Corrections uniform. He stormed into the ring and ran forward, attempting to straddle Kyle Mark and go for a series of hard blows to the head with the butt of the baton.
Brimstone moved forward as well, going for another set of blows at Kyle's ribs.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 10:59 am
Chandra, the smart girl that she was, rolled out of the ring and let the menfolk finish the dirty work. She manage to get the man down, now all they had to do was keep him there.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 8:08 pm
Kyle was getting pumbled by the baton. his forehead slowly began to bleed, but as the hits continued on the bleed grew more intense. Kylestarted to swing wildly, hoping to hit or push the man off.
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 12:34 pm
Brimstone and Lucas both stepped back, waiting for Kyle to rise. Lucas got himself ready to grab Marx by the throat once he was on his feet.
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 4:51 pm
Kyle slowly got to his feet, via help from the ropes. He stumbled to his feet, and was gripped by the neck. Kyle thought quick and went for a kick to the balls. If connected Kyle would make a quick exit to the outside, rolling under the ropes.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 12:28 pm
[sorry, internet was dodgy. Power bill needed paying.]
Lucas grabbed at his injured scrote, dropping to one knee.
Brimstone grabbed the pipe again, sliding outside to give chase.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 4:06 pm
Kyle made his way up teh ramp, and vanished into the back, he knew that taking onto Lucas, and Brimstone with a pipe was trouble.
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