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 Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2007 11:32 am
This a round 2 match in the Vincent Kennedy McMahon Classic, introducing first...
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 2:13 am
a bag pipe played over the sound system
the loud noise only grew smothering the crowd noise
the lights dimmed down to a light blue and smoke began to cover the arena floor. a snake hiss followed as the song came on.
Ring around the rosies
Pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down
the pyro's where set on either side of the entrance way.
and when python came out, he shot both arms to the side.
the pyros shot up. crimson red in color. the pyros where a mixture of sparkles. and a small packet of red liquid. the blood colored paint splatted lightly across the skin of python as he came down to the ramp. already black war paint covering parts of his face.
Nursery rhymes are said, verses in my head
Into my childhood they're spoonfed
Hidden violence revealed, darkness that seems real
Look at the pages that cause all this evil
Python looked at the ring as he came down the ramp. he stopped about half way, and looked to his right, he took a hard step over and lifted an arm, as if ready to hit one of the crowd members standing too close to the rail. he then looked to the left. and spat to the ground, making sure nobody tried to reach out at him. he continued down the ramp. once at the bottom. he rolled into the ring and lifted to his feet.
One, two, buckle my shoe
Three, four, shut the door
Five, six, pick up sticks
Seven, eight, lay them straight
London bridges falling down, falling down, falling down
London bridges falling down, my fair lady
Python moved over to the far ropes. looking into the crowd, he yelled a few harsh words at them before moving to the turnbuckle. he climbed onto the second one, and lifted his arms. he would continue this, on all four corners, making sure to give the crowd a bit of a show, as if to make sure they knew that he would beat the hell out of any one of them. he dropped off the turnbuckle and continued to his corner.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 12:15 pm
Announcer: "And introducing his opponent... weighting in at 297 pounds. The Canadian Enforcer, Kyle! Marx!!!" Red and white pyros shout out from the stage, barely reaching above the fans (much like Jeff Hardy's). The light flash red, and white as Static-X's Push It, hits the PA. From the thin fogg left from the pyros, Kyle made his entrance, with Canadian flag in hand, resting over his shoulder. He looks at the fans with a pissed off look, scanning back and forth between each side of the stage, and ramp. Kyle walks up to the ring and hops a knee onto the apron, pulling himself to his feet with help from the top rope. Kyle stands on the apron for a moment, starring at the fans, then he swings his leg in, followed by the other. Kyle sped walks to the far right corner, and climbs the turnbuckle pounded his chest twic, while he holds the Canadian flag high in the air. Kyle then gives the crowd a dead stare once again, then hops from the turnbuckle, and puts the flag in his corner. He turned and stared dead straight into Python's eyes. he rolled his neck, cracking is shoulders, and neck. He then stood tall, waiting in his corner for the bell, as he continued to stair down Python.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 12:26 pm
Python moved in, always ready for a battle. he would go for a quick chop across the chest of Marx.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 1:40 pm
~Now that I think about it, it's been awhile since me and you really had a match together.~
The chop connected, Kyle held his chest leaning back slightly from the impact.
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2007 1:21 am
[Indeed]
as Kyle fell back. Python reached out, he would go for the wrist of his opponent, in attempt to send him to the opposite ropes.
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2007 12:51 pm
Kyle was pulled by the arm, and sent into the ropes. He bounced off them and came rushing towards Python.
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2007 11:56 pm
Python, dove shoulder first at the knee caps of Marx.
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2007 11:59 pm
Kyle was flipped from the impact, soaring right over Python and onto the mat. Kyle grinned his teeth in pain as he clenched at his knee.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 12:05 am
Python lifted back to his feet, and with one motion, turned and went for a hard stomp to the knee of Marx.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 8:04 pm
Kyle was stomped on the knee. He groaned in pain, he tried to push Python away, and get to the ropes.
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2007 1:10 am
Python was pushed back. but with that, he would only come forward, attempting to pull Kyle from the ropes, before going for an elbow drop onto the knee.
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2007 11:04 am
Kyle wrapped his arms around the top, as he bounced into them.
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2007 1:41 pm
[[This really wouldn't stop my situation with the elbow drop...XD counter or be hit!
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2007 1:57 pm
~Oh! I read it wrong. sweatdrop Well forget the last post.~
Kyle went to kick Python way woth his good leg, as he pulled on him.
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