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 Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 8:25 am
"The following contest is scheduled for one-fall and it is for the EEW Speed Tag Team Championship! Introducing to you first...!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 4:51 pm
(Champs call last! blaugh )
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 4:57 pm
(Whatever!) The arena goes dark and lights flicker on, slowly transitioning between a deep, dark purple and a dark navy blue. A guitar can be heard as "Walk" by Pantera plays throughout the crowded arena. Justin appears beneath the titantron and begins his descent to the ring, a smirk across his face as he looks from fan to fan.
Cant you see Im easily bothered by persistence
One step from lashing out at you...
You want in to get under my skin
And call yourself a friend
Ive got more friends like you
What do I do?
About halfway down the stage, he stops as the ring announcer introduces the blonde man standing on the stage, looking down.
"Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 250 lbs... From Los Angeles, California... He is 'The Shocker'... Justin McCormick!"
As the ring announcer finishes Justin's introduction, Justin looks up and throws his right fist in the air and red flames shoot up from the stage.
Is there no standard anymore?
What it takes, who I am, where Ive been
Belong
You cant be something youre not
Be yourself, by yourself
Stay away from me
A lesson learned in life
Known from the dawn of time
Afterwards, Justin makes his way to the foot of the ramp and continues to his left. He climbs up the stairs and quickly climbs the turnbuckle, raising his fist in the air and looking around at all the faces.
Re-
-spect...
Walk!
The flames shoot up yet again with each of the three well-known word fragments. He jumps inside the ring and moves to the center, making his Shocker pose as his song fades out and the lights return to normal.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 2:03 pm
Bad Boys By Inner Circle blaste over the PA system Bad Boys By Inner Circle starts to Blast over the PA as the Announcer begins to speak Bad boys, bad boys whatcha want Whatcha gonna do when sherrif John Brown come for you tell me whatcha gonna do. Standing at 6'4 and Weighing 250 PoundsBad boys bad boys Watcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do when they come for you Bad boys, bad boys Watcha gonna do, watcha gonna do when they come for you Wrestling out of Columbia South Carolina He is the Punisher Alex StripeThe music immediately stopped as Alex emerged from backstage with a passion of rage. The titantron did not start as it had usually done. The fans wondered with wandering eyes as it had seemed Alex did not have his famous police baton with him. His mouth gave no expression as he began down the ramp. Alex's eyes burned with the hotness of 1000 sun's, fixed on the ring and his partner inside. The air filled with uncertainity as the fans wondered what had happened to one of there favorite cops. Sweat seemed to drip from every inch of his body as Alex made his way into the ring. Something had changed in Alex, but what was it? Only time would tell as he waited for his opponents.
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 7:53 am
Scream, Aim, Fire!Suddenly, the tune of Scream, Aim, Fire, began to echo throughout the arena and into the ears of the fans.
The fans then began to boo as they already had an idea who was making their way to the ring. [-•-•-•-]Kill your enemies,
My brothers dead around me,
Wounds are hurting
Death is creeping for me,
Smoke is blinding
Hearts are pounding
Chaos soon ignites
The call is made
It's one for all
Will I meet my makerDJ came running out from behind the curtain, almost ripping threw the wind while doing so. DJ had his tag team belt strapped around his waist. He was confident that he was going to pick up a win against these two men, but it was hard not to be confident for this man, he is fresh of two wins. DJ then began to make his way down the ramp way, and towards the ring. DJ, made his way down the ramp, walking in a straight line, of course. He was not going to let the fans touch him. [-•-•-•-][X3]
Over The Top Over The Top
Right Now It's Killing Time
Over The Top Over The Top
The Only Way Out Is To Die
Suddenly, the announcer began to introduce him.
{Making his way to the ring... Weighing in at Two Hundred and Twenty-Two Pounds!}
{From Chicago, Illinois! He is none other then, one half of the current EEW Speed Tag Team Champions, DJ!}
DJ then began to pick up speed, as he started to run towards the ring. DJ then slid under the bottom ring ropes, he was now inside the ring. DJ quickly headed to the closest turnbuckle and jumped upon it, as he began to quickly taunt to the crowd. DJ then turned around and jumped off landing safely upon the softly cushioned canvas. He then unbuckled his belt and called for a nearby referee so that he can hold it for him while he competed in this tag title defense.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 9:43 pm
Justin smirked at his opponents and approached his partner, offering to let him go first.
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 3:24 pm
[ I needed Falco to puppet me, but looks like I'm going to have to control him. Oh well. xd ]
Falco heads to the ring xd
DJ decided he would start things off, as Falco went to stand on the ring apron.
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 5:02 pm
Alex normally would go after Dj in a hurry but his rage had subsided for a moment. After some quick debating in his head he would let Justin go first.
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 7:45 pm
(/) ...Perfection At it's best... (/) ( DJ ) DJ could sense Alex's hatred for him, all he could do was chuckle to try and taunt the man. ( DJ ) (/) ..."The Perfectionist", DJ... (/)
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 9:55 pm
[[I was offering to let you go first, but whatever. mad D ]] Justin smirks as he turns around to face his long-time rival. He approaches DJ in a rrelaxed manner, and then attempts a lock-up.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 5:23 am
(/) ...Perfection At it's best... (/) ( DJ ) DJ accepts Justin's test of strength. He didn't plan on letting this match turn into a grappling contest, so he would quickly try to launch his right knee into the gut of Justin! ( DJ ) (/) ..."The Perfectionist", DJ... (/)
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 8:20 pm
((Well I was going to come late to add effect.. So pretend I'm just now coming out XP)) *Falco comes out on the stage, without his title. Did he forget it? Why was he late? The world may never know. Falco blows off the fans and walks to the ring. He walks up the stairs and leans agaianst the post on the apron.* ((I'll puppet if needed))
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 11:34 am
DJ's knee connects harshly to Justin's gut, but Justin would attempt to hit DJ with a right-handed European Uppercut!
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 11:50 am
(/) ...Perfection At it's best... (/) ( DJ ) Justin hit DJ right in the jaw after a right-handed European style uppercut straight to the mouth. DJ stumbled backwards as the impact from the blow was unexpected and devastating at the same time! ( DJ ) (/) ..."The Perfectionist", DJ... (/)
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 12:00 pm
Justin would then approach DJ and attempt to push him into the corner. If successful, he would then attempt a few right kicks to DJ's gut.
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