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 Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 6:24 pm
Howard Finkle: "The following non-title contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 7:06 pm
*champ always comes out second*
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 6:04 am
The heretic is always better dead... Saint Jimmy by Green Day blares across the arena...
St. Joey's coming down across the alleyway...
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade...
Lights on the silhouette...
He's insubordinate...
Coming at you on the count of One, Two...
One, Two, Three, Four!
A single pyro goes off, and Saint Joey leaps onto the ramp!!
He lifts his arm, pointing upwards as he stands triumphantly on the stage!
My name is Joey and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your momma talked about
King of the forty theives
and I'm here to represent
The needle in the vein of the establishment
I'm the patron saint of denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal...
Joey runs to the ring, sliding in...
He slides to the centre of the ring, winking at a crowd member!
Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a b***h and edger allen poe
Raised in the city in the halo of lights
The product of war and fear that we've been victimized
I'm the patron saint of denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal...
He stands, climbing the turnbuckle and working the crowd!
ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?
He jumps down from the corner... taunting again for the crowd!
I'll give you something to cry about...
He waits for the opponent...
SAINT JOEY! ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 3:59 pm
*"Know" by System of a Down hits the PA system. The loud drums play first, followed by the electric guitar and bass.*CURSED EARRRRRRRRRRRRRRTH!
CURSED EARRRRRRRRRRRRRRTH!
CURSED EARRRRRRRRRRRRRRTH!
CURSED EARTH!*Havok walks out from behind the curtain, the PAW World Heavyweight Championship draped over his right shoulder. He has a smug look on his face even though the crowd is booing him. His head is bandaged up, as his cuts from the Last Man Standing Match are still fresh. He raises the title above his head standing on the top of the ramp.*Oh I will never feed off the ever green luster of your heart
all because we all live in the valley of the wasp.
When they speak we can peak,
through the windows of their mouth,
See the land,
the woman chant as they fly up to the suuuuun!Howard Finkle: Making his way to the ring, now residing in BROOKLYN, NEW YORK! Weighing in tonight at 220 POOOOOUUUNDs, he is the P.A.W. WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIOOOON..... HAAAAAAVOOOOOK! *Havok matches arrogantly down the ramp with the belt over his shoulder. A few fans reach out to high five him as he walks by but he simply walks past then.*Books all say different things while people flap their yellow wings!
Tryin' to soar, bein a whore of life and almost everything! *Havok slides the belt into the ring and slides in after. He picks up the belt with one hand and walks toward Saint Jimmy, holding it right in his face.*Sheep that ran off from the herd may be dead, now's a bird!
Able to fly! Able to die!
Able to ******** your mothers earth!*Havok hands the belt to the referee and backs away from Jimmy as the chorus of his song is heard fading away in the background. The bell rings signaling the start of the match.*((See, I can put lyrics in my entrace too! =P))
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 8:52 am
The heretic is always better dead... (( xd ))
As the bell rang, Joey moved forward, offering a lock-up... ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 3:30 pm
*Havok started to cirlce towards his left, slowly attempting to accept the lock-up, but not end up getting caught off guard.*
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2008 10:48 am
The heretic is always better dead... Joey would move forward, slowly and slightly. He wasn't going for any fast, off-guard strikes... yet.
If the lock-up was fully accepted, he would try to convert it into a hammer-lock, trying to wrench the arm! ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 4:27 pm
*Havok felts his hands barely touch Joey's but Joey quickly transitioned behind him and locked in a hammer lock. Havok felts some pain but it wasn't too intense. He made his way forward and grabed the top rope with his free hand and told the ref to make Joey break the hold.*
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 10:06 am
The heretic is always better dead... Joey released the hold, lifting his arms and backing up slightly. With Havok holding the ropes, he had very little choice. However, he could still try to get a good hit in, as he went for a shot to his back while he was there. ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 2:16 pm
*Havok felts Joey let got. Before Havok could get off the rope he took a shot to the back which caught him off guard.*
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 9:38 am
The heretic is always better dead... With the shot to the back connected, Joey took little time in trying to grab Havok's head in order to try and throw it towards the ground, which would slam the back of his head on the mat (and likely hurt the champ). Joey knew he needed to gain the upper hand here, no matter what, and if that meant he had to resort to cheap tactics to get the win then so be it. ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 2:52 pm
*Havok gets his hea slammed on the floor hard and rolls out of the ring. He looks up at the ref and says something about Joey pulling his hair. Slowly he starts walk toward the edge of the ring. He steps on the stairs and tenatively makes his way back into the ring.*
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 8:38 am
The heretic is always better dead... Joey shrugs as Havok makes his accusations, hiding his grin. As Havok enters the ring, Joey goes straight towards him, aiming for an elbow shot to the face and an Irish Whip to the far corner, to wear him down a little further. ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 10:23 am
The heretic is always better dead... The elbow connected, followed with the whip to the corner. As Joey threw him towardsit he followed closely himself, and would aim to clothesline him while he was in the corner. ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 6:02 pm
((OH SNAP! I didn't realize i hadn't posted in this match! gonk ))
*Havok felt a shock go throughout his back as it collided hard with the turnbukles. Before he even had time to feel the pain though Joey connected a clothesline on him. Havok stumbled foward holding his lower back, doubled over in pain.*
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