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 Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 4:52 pm
"This match is scheduled for one fall and will be contested under no rules but pinfall and submission. Introducing first..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 2:51 pm
The arena lights dim as fans look toward the stage. Waiting for several long moments in silence, <******** the World finally begins to play. Fans jump out of their seats with cheers as the arena seems to explode in recognition of the once familiar song. The cheering continues as Mad Dog steps onto the stage, trademark stapler in hand.
3D - "'Mad Dog' McLendon has returned to wrestling! Where the <********> has this guy ******** you, ******** me, ******** ******** Tom, ******** Mary, ******** ******** ******** the west coast, and ******** everybody on the east
Eat s**t and die, or ******** off at ******** pre-schoolers, ******** rulers
Kings and Queens and gold ******** wine ******** chickens, ******** ducks
Everybody in your crew sucks, punk mother ******** Dog looks back and forth at the fans, half smiling, as he begins his descent down the stage. Clicking the stapler in the air, Mad Dog smiles as he places it against his wrist and begins stapling himself through his fist wraps. Repeating the process on his other hand, Mad Dog brutally works the stapler all over his hands. After many punctures, blood begins to soak the wraps as he savagely beats his chest with one hand, smearing blood across his scarred chest. With his other hand, Mad Dog slides his stapler into his boot.
Mad Dog stops and looks at the still-cheering fans before walking up the steps, not even stopping to talk s**t to the fans as he usually does. Pacing the outside apron, he scales the turnbuckle and blankly looks down on the fans in the rows ahead of him. Raising his blood soaked hands, Mad Dog squeezes his wrapped hands before wildly flinging his wrists back and forth, shaking blood droplets all over the nearest fans as the crowd pops even louder in recognition.
Gweedo - "Now 3D, as we all know, Mad Dog's been with a rat or two in his day, and rumor has it that he has an entire host of diseases that he's flinging at the fans faces right now, but that's purely speculation!"
Effortlessly, Mad Dog hops to the top of the turnbuckle, balancing both feet on the pad before front flipping into the ring and taking several steps forward to the opposite side. Leaning outward, Mad Dog receives a microphone from a ringside employee.
Looking at the expectant audience for a moment, Mad Dog finally begins to speak.
"GORE... your Hardcore Messiah is here."
The fans immediately pop again as he continues.
"But he isn't here for any of you in the crowd. He isn't here for any fun and games; he isn't here for any midcard championships. The reason I'm back is to wreak as much havok as possible, starting with my match here tonight."
The audience immediately boos in response.
3D - "Mad Dog's not making any friends with the GORE audience!"
"You see, even though I'm clearly the biggest name on the card; even though I've accomplished more in my career than I can even remember; even though I'm the Hardcore Messiah in a deathmatch company, I'm booked in the midcard, forgotten by politicians and bookers yet again. They've forgotten me; they've forgotten how many people I've hurt; they've forgotten the draw that I am. Tonight, in my return to professional wrestling, live on ******** You TV!, I'm going to ******** someone up and it's not going to stop there. Next week I'm going to ******** someone up. The week after that? Someone's getting ******** up. And I will continue to ******** up everyone I meet until I get the main event slot I deserve!"
Mad Dog throws down the microphone, red-faced from screaming into it. Pacing the ring, Mad Dog breaths deeply, eyes wide as he waits for his opponent.
Gweedo - "Look at him panting! He's been gone so long he's already blown up!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 5:53 pm
Take a flight to London sing my song
Bring me back to New York that's where I get paid
Dance with the ladies all night long
Take train to Brooklyn tryin' to get laid
I see your walkin away
Brooklyn by Buckcherry played and John Manson stepped out from the back, not holding a weapon. He walked down to the ring, high fiving some fans on the way. 3D: Does this kid know what he's getting himself into? Gweedo: You know, 3D, I don't think he does! He looked at Mad Dog, ready to fight, he had a cocky smirk on his face and jumped onto the apron and climbing into the ring.
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 12:12 am
Mad Dog tosses his flannel onto a turnbuckle and stretches his arms on the ropes as he waits for the bell to ring.
When the bell does ring, Mad Dog looks to start the match with a bang by stepping forward and immediately attemptting a flurry of punches aimed at Manson.
Gweedo - "And Mad Dog just... doesn't GIVE A ********, 3D! Look at him trying to bum rush John Manson!"
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 4:22 pm
John was ambushed with the flurry of punches, falling down.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 4:49 pm
Mad Dog remains standing for a moment, smirking cockily. Mad Dog grabs the top rope and attempts to lay in a series of kicks to the back and side of Manson.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 7:42 pm
Manson tried to roll out of the way before he was kicked.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 8:35 pm
Mad Dog's kick misses it's target, instead only hitting the rope to no effect. Backing up, Mad Dog allows Manson to stand.
Momentum having fizzled already in his first match back, Mad Dog immediately changes his game plan, looking to slow the match down. As Manson stands, Mad Dog attempts to grab him by the head in a tight side headlock.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 9:32 am
Manson was put in a side headlock, but he attempted to shove Mad Dog off of him.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 12:07 pm
Mad Dog tries to hang on for a moment, but gets shoved off. Using Manson's push, Mad Dog runs to the ropes and comes back looking to swing an elbow towards Manson's head.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 7:29 pm
John ducked the elbow and went for a dropkick to the back of the head.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 12:02 am
Mad Dog swings with the elbow and comes up short, turning backwards with the momentum of his swing. As he turns, a Dropkick tags him in the back of the head as he stumbles forward a few steps before turning around.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 6:41 am
John got up and stared at Mad Dog, then went for a couple of punches to the face.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 12:06 pm
Mad Dog is punched in the face several times. Temporarily stunned, Mad Dog regains his senses quickly and attempts to shoot a knee lift to the gut of Manson.
Gweedo - "It's gonna take more than that to put away a guy like Mad Dog!"
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 6:38 pm
John doubled over from the knee.
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