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 Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 2:56 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 2:56 pm
[ Bad Boys start to blaze over the PA system as the Crowd goes wild.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-goG1-5JqE&feature=related
The Titantron lights up showing Alex doing his most spectular moves.
Making his way to the ring weighing in at 250 pounds from Columbia South Carolina
He is The Punisher Alex Stripe
A loud sound can be heard from the top of the stadium as fans look up. A black helicopter with the white numbers 803 can be seen on the side. As the helicopter lowers a long rope ladder can be seen hanging from it. Alex then climbs down the rope and into the ring. He motions at the pilot to take off as he gets settled in the ring. After turning around to Dj his body started to tense up. His eyes were as intense lions fighting over a kill. His blood boiled with the hotness of 1000 suns. Alex started to grind his teeth as he waited for his other opponent to come out.
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2008 11:48 am
Terminatior 3 theme plays then Trytan walks out looking around and processing everything around him. He then starts to walk down the ramp and looking around. The fans try to high-five him but he doesn't seem to know what to do. He steps on the apron and then over te ropes and into the ring. He then takes his jacket and sunglasses off and gives them to a nearby official. He then looks at his opponent and goes and steps on the apron.
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2008 12:26 pm
Woooooooah, RIGHT!
"Get me some division.."
"Called the dead by night..."
"To the god allay the chaos!..."
"Chains to my last victim!"
[(Making his way to the ring! From Chicago, Illinois!)]
[(Weighing in at 230 pounds, DJ!)]
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~~ The arena went pitch black as "Lake Bodom" blares throughout the arena. Suddenly the arena started to flash a Silver Lighting. The sound of the high pitched guitars can be heard screeching throughout the arena. DJ can be seen behind the curtain aiting for the right moment to pop out. DJ, 'The one-hit wonder', honors the fans with his presence here tonight hoping to put them in awe of his greatness. DJ bursts out from behind the curtain, with a very confident grin on his face. Tonight, his attire consists of a white vest and some long white wrestling tights, plus a pair of black boots, some dark black gloves, and black shades. He struts down the ramp. The fans give him a very negative reaction. DJ doesn't look too bothered by the smattering of boos, and just wanders down the ramp. He knew he was way better then these foolish morons. He slowly struts up to the steel steps and climbs to the top step. He stops and looks back into the crowd as he taunts the crowd. He gets a very negative response which mostly consited of 'boos'. He knew it ticked the fans off everytime he would start to taunt, so he started to laugh with amusement. He steps into the ring and taunts the crowd once more before removing his vest, and shades. He then jumped up to the nearest ring post and began to taunt the crowd yet again. His feet rested on the second ring rope of the turnbuckle. He begins to laugh as these fans amused him. He turned around and then jumped off the second ring rope and landed savely on the canvas. He began to stretch and warm up for this match. ~~
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2008 6:05 pm
*Headstrong by Trapt Sounds. The Crowd erupts in boos*
*They Hated this guy
Circling your, circling your, circling your head,
Contemplating everything you ever said
"Weighing in at 241 lbs"
Now I see the truth, I got doubt
A different motive in your eyes and now I’m out
See you later
"He stands at 6 feet 2 inches"
I see your fantasy, You want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, Inside of our heads (yeah)
"From Sparta, Ohio"
Well now that’s over
"He is one half of the Tag Team Champions"
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide
"This is FALCO"
*Pyro engulfs the stage. As the smoke clears Falco is seen in his classic wingspan taunt tag title in his right hand. He makes his way down the ramp taunting the crowd. Once he hits the ring Falco walks up the stairs and climbs in through the middle rope. He talks with DJ before looking over his shoulder. He smiles at Tryton for wanting him in a match. He waits to see which one will start the match*
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 3:03 pm
DING! DING! DING!
As soon as the bell rung Alex knew who he wanted. With his sights set on Dj he went for a few punches to Dj's face.
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 3:14 pm
DJ turned to Falco and started to laugh. "You kidding me?" He pointed to them. "Guess I'll go first" He said. Suddenly before DJ could turn around DJ was stricken by a hard right to the face from Alex. DJ backed up to team Rock & Flock's corner. He was hoping he can find a way to retaliate back. For now he continued to endure the hard hits to the face.
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 3:23 pm
Usually Alex didn't start off matches this aggresivelly but Dj struck something inside of him. A more sadistical and manical Alex that wanted to hurt Dj with every fiber in his body. As Alex fist came pouring down he saw how defenseless Dj was so he then tried to whip him into his Trytan and his corner.
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 4:07 pm
DJ was whipped, but attempted to keep his grip on Alex's arm and irish whip him to Trytan's corner instead!
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2008 8:43 am
*Falco climbed to the apron. DJ was bouncing back!*
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2008 9:14 am
As Dj reversed his Irish whip ALex hit Trytan's corner with authority.
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2008 9:58 am
A huge grin came across the face of DJ. He watched as his opponent's back hit the turnbuckle. DJ would try to inflict further damage to his opponent by trying to run towards the cornered Alex and try to hit the man's throat with a clothesline.
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2008 2:52 pm
Before Alex could even gain his composure he was hit with a wicked clothesline from Dj.
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2008 3:34 pm
DJ grinned. He would then try to grab a hold on Alex's leg and pull him to the canvas, if successful we would try to drag him towards the rock and flocks corner.
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