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 Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 8:54 am
Good luck to both of you, and have fun doing this smile
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 10:43 am
((Sure will,Nuke.))
"If I gave you the truth,
would it keep you alive?
Though I'm closer to wrong
I'm no further from right
And now I'm convinced on the inside,
something's wrong with me
Convinced on the inside,
you're so much more than me..."
The sound of thunder and lightning echoes throughout the arena as the titan tron shows the image of a desert,the storm brewing off in the distance. A chorus of voices could be heard laughing,crying, and speaking- all at once. The noise stopped,but it welcomed something more. A deep,powerful voice spoke against the sounds of chanting and bells tolling in the background.A dark,shadowy figure appeared;rapidly walking to the screen. The face of this person couldn't be seen,leaving which left no clue as to who it was.
"No there's nothing you say that can salvage the lie
But I'm trying to keep my intentions disguised
And now I'm deprived of my conscience, something's got to give
Deprived of my conscience
This all belongs to me...
I'm beaten down again, I belong to them
Beaten down again, I've failed you
I'm weaker now my friend, I belong to them
Beaten down again, I've failed you..."
A bolt of lightning struck,creating a flash on the screen before it turned to darkness. The half of a pale white face emerged from the darkness,and that face was the face of Phoenixfire. At this time,Phoenixfire strode down the ramp with no emotion on her face while the lighting of the arena turned to a deep shade of purple. Her hips swayed from side to side as a layer of fog began to form at her feet. She approached the steel steps and walked up them,stopping at the turnbuckle before looking to the crowd. Phoenix stepped through the ropes and sprinted to one of the turnbuckles,then placing herself on the second rope. She held her arms open and her face pointed upwards as the lights flickered through out the arena. After the lights went to normal,she jumped down and began to pace around the ring.
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 1:32 pm
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 shower erupted, at around the same time that the shower of 'boos' from the crowd erupted. Saint Joey didn't perform his normal leap onto the ramp; he simply strolled onto the stage, posing arrogantly as the crowd jeered further. He grinned as he began to walk down onto the ramp. He talked to members of the crowd, giving some of them the one fingered salute.
"Shut up, you pathetic losers!"
He rolled into the ring confidently. In his mind, this wasn't even going to be a match. This was going to be a lesson, showing Pheonixfire that a women's place was in the kitchen, not on the mat.
He climbed the turnbuckle, shaking his head from side to side, disappointed in the p***y-whipped crowd, who were still booing him. He jumped back down, turning to face Pheonixfire. Rather then go to his corner, he stood relatively close to the centre of the ring, too confident that he was going to win this. ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 7:25 pm
Phoenixfire chuckled slightly at the overconfident gestures of Saint Joey. She watched as he traipsed down the ramp towards the ring,then entered the ring before ambling up the turnbuckle and gawking at the masses of people before deciding to approach the center of the ring. Phoenixfire let a smirk slide across her face as she watched him stand there. Alright,if he wants to play,she thought,I can play this game too. She sauntered forward to where he stood with a seductively sweet smile;the thoughts she had about how she'd work this match to her advantage playing in her head. Phoenixfire knew that this tussle was only the start of something greater,something that she'd have put forth her all for and never,ever back down because of anybody,especially a blockhead like Joey.
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 10:08 am
The heretic is always better dead... Joey looked at Pheonix as she walked forward, with smiling lips. 'Mind games,' he thought, as he looked her in the eye. He shook his head from side to side, indicationg that he was not impressed by this harlot, and then went for a disrespectful hard slap to her cheek! ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 4:44 pm
Phoenixfire recoiled from the slap to her cheek,moving her hand to hold the side of her face as she stepped backwards away from Joey. That b*****d,she thought. She glared back towards her adversary with eyes filled with hatred. What he'd done,it was so irreverent that it made her furious! Phoenix approaching Joey once more with her fists balled before she attempted to throw a hard right to his jaw.
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2008 10:35 am
The heretic is always better dead... Joey grinned as the slap hit its target, but was caught by suprise when Pheonix sent a hard fist to his jaw! He stumbled backwards two paces, looking enraged as a bull seeing red! He charged forward, aiming a lariat to her forehead to take her to the ground! ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2008 11:36 am
Not expecting the sudden reaction from Saint Joey,Phoenix was caught off guard by the lariat that came catapulting towards her,aimed for her forehead. She toppled to the mat,her feet slipping out from under her causing her to fall on her back. Her hands shot up to hold her face as she writhed on the mat in pain for the briefest of moments,wondering what was to come next from her opponent.
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2008 12:18 pm
The heretic is always better dead... Joey quickly turned to his grounded enemy. Rather then giving her a chance to stand, he would aim several hard stomps, with more focus on brute force then accuracy, to try and wear her down and keep her on the ground. ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 11:21 am
Phoenxfire recoiled as the hard stomps from Joey hit her in the abdomen and chest. The force behind the stomps were enough to pin her to the ground without a way of escape. She was trying to move away from the assault but to no avail,she was still trapped in the line of fire. The excruciating pain was enough to hinder efforts somewhat,while she remained trapped.
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 11:33 am
The heretic is always better dead... Joey's stomps subsided as he saw Pheonixfire struggling to get to her feet. He would try to pull her up, grabbing her hair, and lift her into the sky as he walked towards the corner, hooking her leg for a fisherman suplex attempt into the turnbuckle pads. ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 11:15 am
Phoenixfire shrieked as he grabbed her hair and began pulling her to her feet,presumably setting her up for another move. She tried but failed to struggle against the hold as Joey lifted her up high before hooking her leg in a fisherman's suplex. Phoenix felt her spine collide with one of the turnbuckle pads,causing her to crumple up in pain and fall to the mat.
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 12:01 pm
The heretic is always better dead... Joey went to pull her away from the corner, grinning like a madman as he went for a pinfall, hooking the rear leg. ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 7:42 pm
Phoenxfire,still reeling from the hit against the turnbuckle,had not even taken notice that she was being pulled away from the corner. As she gathered her senses,the first sounds she heard were that of the count coming from the referee. She knew she'd have to do something quickly,or she'd lose- and she for damn sure wasn't going to let Joey win without a good fight.
1...2...
Phoenixfire threw her shoulder up,hoping that the referee caught it and stopped the count.
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 6:52 am
The heretic is always better dead... Joey balanced on his knees as he looked up at the referee...
"Two? That should have been THREE!!"
He stood, enraged, and would go for some more hard stomps to his opponent. He wanted to beat Pheonixfire, to prove that women didn't deserve a place in the title-hunt, and he would ensure that they remained out of it in any way necessary! ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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