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 Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 6:44 pm
One fall, introducing first..
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 12:25 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 Endurance Champion..... Scott Honeycutt!"
The announcer said with much enthusiasm. Scott began walking down the steps, 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 the ref and gave him a sort of glare to spook him a little. He then laughed along with the referee and handed over the Endurance title. He raised them both his hands high into the air from the top turnbuckle 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 stretched his back as he waited for the bell, yet he never took his eye off the ramp. He just waited.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 5:10 pm
"Coming in at six feet and one inch tall, straight from heaven...
The "Hooooolllyyy Rooolllleerrr" Archangel!!"
Be still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side;
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul; thy best, thy heavenly, Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.
No flashing lights and no video played for him on the titatron, as The Archangel strode out onto the stage, donning a large wide smile, showing off his pearly whites. He went from one end of the stage to the other, on each side he would make an "X" on his chest with his arms, and point out to the crowd, nodding.
Be still, my soul; thy God doth undertake
To guide the future as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul; the waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.
No pryotechnics went off as he began to make his way down the ramp and that didn't seem to stop the crowd from cheering loudly, as he handed his shades over to the first fan that he reached. He slapped hands with fans, going from one side of the ramp to the other, and once he had reached the end of the ramp, The Archangel sprinted toward the ring.
Be still, my soul, though dearest friends depart
And all is darkened in the vale of tears;
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sorrows and thy fears.
Be still, my soul; thy Jesus can repay
From His own fulness all He takes away.
Not bothering to go up the steel steps, he simply slid in the ring, he headed straight to the far left turnbuckle. Stepping up to the second rope, he made an "X" again onto his chest with his arms and this time pointed out with both arms, out to the vast crowd of fans. This time he didn't just nod his head, he would yell out "This is for you!!". Unfortunately, only the first few rows of fans might have heard him through the roar of the crowd, but the rest of the fans had a pretty good idea of what he was saying and responded their thanks in cheers. He repeated this going counter clockwise on each turnbuckle.
Be still, my soul; the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul; when change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.
After he finished playing to the crowd, he pulled off his costume shirt. The blue t-shirt had been custimized, with angel wings that was sewn in with his shirt, and rested easily on his shoulders. The halo that hovered over his head was connected to the wings, by a thin transparent plastic stick.
Eager to show his worth, he tossed the customized shirt outside of the ring, toward any random official to hold for him until after his match.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 1:43 pm
Scott wasn't messing around today, not after losing one of his championships. No way, no how. He crossed over the ring where Archangel stood and immediatly went for a jab to the face. Not really the most conventional way to start off a match but hey, it's worth a shot.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 3:20 pm
Archangel held out his hand to start the match of with a respective handshake, but instead was met with a jab to the face! He stumbled back a little, obviously not expecting an outright offensive attack like that!
After regaining some of his composure, he went to retaliate with chop to the chest of Scott!
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 6:38 pm
The chop was followed with a sharp snap and the crowd responsding with a resounding "WOO". Scott took one step back and grabbed the spot that Archangel hit, he too tried to come back with a stiff chop.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 10:08 am
Snap!
"WOO!" went the crowd! And Archangel held his chest, that hinted an already a slight pink from the chop. Not wanting to go for an exchange of chops, despite how much it would entertain the crowd, Archangel was out to win this match and to do it, he went for a knee to the gut! He would following it up with a elbow to the head, in hopes to send Scott to his knees.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 1:09 pm
As he let out this terribly grunt of pain, Scott doubled over cluching his kneed stomach. He wasn't allowed to enjoy the stomach pain too long because Arachangel had elbowed the back of his head and Scott went down to his knees. He held his balance with one hand on the mat as the other hand held the back of his aching head.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 5:31 pm
Archangel turned and ran toward the ropes, rebounded off of it, going for a dropkick to the face of Honeycutt!
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 6:01 pm
Scott was knocked way back with the dropkick.
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 4:43 pm
Archangel attempted a roll-up!
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 5:12 pm
1..
2..
No!
Scott was able to kickout of the pinning situation just in time!
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 5:12 pm
Archangel grabbed his hair in shock! He was sure that he would win, he was sure of it! He kind of gave a slow look around in shock, with a slight mix of confusion, but got to his feet for a kick to the side of the head!
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 2:14 pm
Scott felt the kick hit him in the side of the head. He rolled over onto his side showing signs that his head was in a lot of pain. As Scott began to stand up he cursed Archangel under his breath.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 11:56 am
Archangel backed up into the center of the ring and beckened Scott to 'bring it'.
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