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 Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 6:27 pm
Howard Finkle: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 2:31 pm
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But of course, none of his entrances were complete until he had given his glasses away to a child in the audience. Stepping out of the ring, he moved over to a young boy in the front row. Removing his visor, he'd place them over the kid's eyes with a light smile, patting him on the head. Truly a rolemodel, Bret turned and moved back into the ring. It was that ring that he called his own, where he truly was the best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be. ::
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 10:58 am
The menacing backwards sound rang out through the arena, letting the crowd know just who exactly was coming to the ring. Just then the blasted beats of the drums and guitar hit the PA, and the crowd erupted into a fenzy for the King of Battle. As the stage filled with smoke Renegade's figure could be seen in the entrance way, he bounced from foot to foot waiting for the right time to reveal himself from the smoke. Renegade busted out from the smoke and the crowd again gave off a pop. Renegade began to make his way down the ramp towards one of the man he truely respected within the Wrestling Industry, Bret "The Hitman" Hart. Renegade had small smirk planted on his face as he stopped at the bottum of the ramp. He removed his shirt and threw it to the crowd, and with honoring gesture Renegade removed his bandana and handed it to a small child in the crowd, giving the kid a friendly smirk. Renegade then climbed the steps and entered the ring, keeping an eye one Bret Hart. Renegade then climbed the closest turnbuckle and began to pump his fists starting his chant of war. "War... War... War! War! WAR!" The crowd began to pump their fists in the air chanting along with Renegade. Shortly after Renegade hopped from the turnbuckle and walked to the middle of the ring to have quick stare down.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 7:19 pm
:: Hart watched Renegade's entrance from start to finish, and soon, he met up with Renegade at the center of the ring. As soon as that bell rang, the two of them would begin to try and tear each other apart, but it was moments like this, moments before the bell, that were priceless. Running a hand back through his hair, Bret patted the man on the shoulder and nodded before stepping back .. waiting for that bell to ring. ::
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 7:30 pm
Renegade gave Bret a slow but friendly nod, as he slowly backed up aswell. Renegade adjusted his elbow pads as he backed into the corner waiting for the bell.
*Ding! Ding! Ding!*
Once the bell rang out, Renegade quickly made his way to the middle of the ring to met Bret with a classic lock up.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 2:32 pm
:: The bell rang and Bret eyed Renegade carefully before snapping into the collar and elbow tie-up. After a few moments of trying to figure out Renegade's strength in comparison to his own, Hart would try and slip around behind the man with a waistlock, bent at the knees to keep his center of gravity low. ::
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 3:55 pm
Renegade's arm was torqed behind his back, but after a moment Renegade went to spin around Bret and reverse it into a waistlock of his own, only to push him away in a competitive gesture.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 8:25 pm
( It was actually a waistlock, in case you wanted to adjust your post. )
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 9:31 am
~Oops. There fixed.~ 3nodding
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 12:49 pm
( -thumbs up!- mrgreen )
:: The standing switch was made by Renegade, and Hart found himself within that waistlock, hands going to Renegade's hands to try and push them off -- only to get pushed away a few steps. Putting his hands at his waist for a moment, he turned around to face Renegade now. Nodding a few times in return, Hart recomposed himself and circled with Renegade, hands raised for a potential test of strength. ::
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 2:48 pm
Renegade raised a hand, possibly agreeing for a test of strength. But just before he could lock his fingers with Bret, Renegade went for a solid toe kick to the gut.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 10:30 pm
:: Expecting the test of strength, Renegade landed that kick into the midsection of The Hitman, and Bret doubled over with a grunt, backing up a step or two .. ::
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 12:02 pm
As soon as Bret bent over from the toe kick, Renegade was already sending a hard rising knee to his chest.
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 7:24 pm
:: The knee cracked sharply against his chest and Hart grimaced, stumbling away and leaning back against the ropes with a cough. ::
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 7:53 am
Renegade followed after Hart, going to push him further into the ropes, then sling shot him across the ring.
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