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 Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 6:52 pm
One fall for Saint Joey's title shot for the Destruction title. Introducing first..
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2008 8:13 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: Mon May 05, 2008 2:50 pm
Making one of two apperances here tonight,Readymade by the Red Hot Chili Peppers started up loud over the small PA systems of the arena and the lights lowered considerable. A spotlight hit just above one fan entrances way inside the crowd and out stepped Scott Honeycutt wearing black boots that come to just below the knee and his red wrestling trunks. He stopped at the top of the stairs and ran his hand through his "fauxhawk" then transitioned to adjusted his right elbow pad as the crowd cheered loudly for him.
"Weighing into tonight at two-hundred and twenty seven pound from Tortonto-Ontario, Canada, he is the GzW Destruction Champion and the GzW Endurance Champion. Scott Honeycutt!"
The announcer said with much enthusiasm. Scott began walking down the steps pointing at the champion Destruction Champion that he had wrapped around his waist for tonight as he carried the Endurance Title in his left hand. Scott got about half way down the steps and he looks over at a little kid wearing a shirt supporting him tonight, Scott shows appreciation and rubs the kid's head for good luck. He got to the barrier and did an impressive hop over it just to show off a little more, as he walked to the ring Scott pointed to the fans in the front row and gave a thumbs up sign. Scott Honeycutt got another pop.
He rolled into the ring and bounced up to his feet with excitement. Scott looked over at Joey and gave him a sort of glare to spook him a little. He unlatched the Destruction belt just after climbing the turnbuckle and now Scott held both titles in hand. He raised them both high into the air as the music got to the loudest part, the fans were twice as loud. Scott hopped down, the mat giving a little spring as he did, he handed both titles over to the referee and headed back towards his corner. Scott approached Saint Joey and stuck one hand out offering a clean match and begin it with a handshake.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 1:24 pm
The heretic is always better dead... Joey was wary of the champion, but he accepted the handshake, and would move over to his corner after it had been excecuted. As the bell rang, he moved out, waiting for Scott to offer the lock-up, or make the first move. ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 7:11 pm
Scott turned away from Joey after the handshake and faced the crowd. As he came closer to the ropes he raised his arm high into the air and decided that if the crowd wasn't going to start a chant he would. Slowly Scott began with it and it wasn't too long before he had most of the crowd right along with him as they chanted "Hon-eee-cutt Hon-eee-cutt". Scott faced Saint Joey again and grinned a bit as he shrugged, he though he had proven just now that he had the crowd well behind him.
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 8:14 am
The heretic is always better dead... Joey grinned, the crowd repsponse hardly phasing him. He stood in his corner, with a grin on his face as the Honeycut chants continued. Then, after they began to ever-so-slightly die down, he moved in closer to the centre. Staying agile on his feet, he began to circle, and would move in to try and force Scott into a lock up to start the match. ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 2:19 pm
Scott tried to stay with him as Joey circled, eventually ending up accepting the lock up.
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 1:58 pm
The heretic is always better dead... With the lock up accepted, Joey would bend his legs slightly to try and force Scott into the corner, where he would force pressure on his collarbone in the hopes to break a bone and severely handicap his display in this matchup. ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 5:23 pm
Scott began to get pushed backwards against the ropes a little bit and soon decided to end this little lock-up. He attempted a swift knee to the stomach to get Joey away.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 5:18 am
The heretic is always better dead... Joey was kneed in the stomach, bending over. He extended one arm, grabbing the top rope with it. ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 6:30 pm
Moving as fast as he could, Scott climbed to the apron and tried to grab hold of Joey's arm. His intention was to drop down to the floor while holding Joey's arm, yanking it right onto the top rope.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 9:08 am
The heretic is always better dead... Joey's arm was snapped backwards on the ropes. He jolted back in pain, holding the joint. ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 12:25 pm
Before returning to the ring Scott made his way over to the announcers table. He grabbed a chair that nobody had been using at the moment and slid it inside the ring before rolling in himself. Scott stood up and glared at Saint Joey daring him to do whatever.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 8:04 am
The heretic is always better dead... Joey, being the daring type, went for a solid punch to the jaw of Scott. ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 2:07 pm
Scott placed the chair in front of his face as Saint Joey swung his fist, naturally not only did the chair hit Saint Joey it smashed backwards into Scotts own face. It knocked him backward quite a bit and he dropped the chair at an even distance between Joey and himself.
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