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 Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 6:59 pm
The following contest is a Tables Match. The only way to win is to put your opponent through a table! Introducing first...
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2008 9:13 am
If I only could I'd set the world on ******** 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 ******** Titantron comes to life as Mad Dog's Titantron begins, blood pouring and dripping down the screen. The stage doors are thrown open as Mad Dog bursts onto the stage, a crazed look in his eye. The audience boos loudly at Mad Dog, though it seems to have no effect on his demeanor, as usual. Mad Dog makes brisk steps down the ramp, scratching his beard furiously as he stops to admire a table on the outside of the ring. Rubbing along the wood grain, Mad Dog smirks, pulling his hand back and mimicking as if he had a splinter.
Walking around the ring slowly, Mad Dog bullshits with fans, getting a rise out of several in the front row. As usual, TF security stands by closely, knowing to monitor Mad Dog and keep him isolated from audience members after the hostage fiasco. Finally stepping up the ring steps, Mad Dog walks the apron before putting his back to the ropes and leaning, stretching and popping his back before he uses the rope to flip backwards over the rope into the ring.
Drawing his stapler from his boot, Mad Dog pulls up his shirt to reveal a scarred, muscular abdomen. Running the smooth metal stapler down the side of his face, down his chest, he stops at his abs and fires a few staples into his own body. Cringing for a moment, Mad Dog smiles as a wave of relief surges through his body, giving him a natural high and preparing him for the match. Slowly, Mad Dog digs his fingernails into his abdomen, ripping the industrial strength staples from himself as blood quickly rises to the surface of the skin and begins to drip. Licking his bloody fingers, Mad Dog stretches his arms by pulling the top rope and stomping around the ring to pump himself up as he waits for Shadow to appear.
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 10:53 pm
((Alright, let's do this.))
Shadow gets into the ring with the usual entrance music and moves and so on and so forth.
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2008 8:49 am
When the bell rings, Mad Dog jumps in the air and stomps both feet on the canvas, ready for some payback against the man who, in Mad Dog's eyes, distracted him from winning the FFA Championship. Taking a grappling stance, Mad Dog begins circling. With a wicked gleam in his eye, Mad Dog initiates combat by stepping forward and putting his hands on Shadow's shoulders, looking to squeeze his nerves and push him down to his knees with authority.
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2008 8:09 pm
The stance was quite unusual for M.D. as he usually was the one to simply full-throttle things with straight-up brawling. The nerve pinch was something that Shadow was, quite frankly, impressed with. While his nerves were pinched and his body being slowly forced down, Shadow attempted to power-wipe M.D.'s grip and then send a straight upper-cut to his chin.
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 8:10 am
Mad Dog's hands are swiped aside by the move. Seconds later, a fist flies into Mad Dog's chin, knocking him backwards several steps. Still stepping backwards, Mad Dog leans into the rope and comes running back to Shadow, looking for a stiff clothesline in retaliation.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 1:10 am
Ducking the clothesline, Shadow ran and rebounded off the same ropes that Mad Dog bounced off, coming back at him for what Mad Dog previously attempted: a clothesline.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 10:36 am
Swinging and a miss! Mad Dog is carried a few steps by the momentum of his swing before turning around into Shadow, who hits him in the chest with a clothesline that knocks him to the canvas. Rolling over and getting back up, Mad Dog turns to face Shadow once again.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 12:48 pm
Clenching his fists, Shadow eyed his arch-rival with the intensity of a thousands suns. Raising his fists in a fighting stance, Shadow motioned Mad Dog forward. His intentions were clear: to fight in Mad Dog's favorite way, straight-up brawling.
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 4:18 pm
Mad Dog eyes Shadow for a moment, realizing that Shadow does indeed want a brawl. Eyes lighting up, Mad Dog raises his fists, and steps forward. However, instead of going for a punch to Shadow, Mad Dog grabs Shadow's wrist and attempts to pull him through for a Lucha Armdrag, completely uncharacteristic of Mad Dog.
Jim Ross - "And Mad Dog seems to be changing his gameplan! We've never seen anything like this from the Hardcore Messiah!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2008 11:11 pm
Once again caught off guard, Shadow flipped in the air and landed on his back. Sitting up right, the sting from the impact rang through his spine, but Shadow was more surprised than in pain. Apparently so was everyone else.
Joey Styles: "It looks like Shadow's just as surprised as we are, J.R.!"
Turning and crawling back up to his feet, Shadow still carried his bewilderment with him. Maybe M.D. finally took too many chair shots and forgot his own style?
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 11:39 am
As Shadow stands, Mad Dog approaches and attempts to grab his neck to Snapmare him over to a seated position. If the Snapmare is successful, Mad Dog will grab Shadow's arms once again to lock him into a tight seated Double Chickenwing, cranking back on his arms harshly.
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2008 10:34 am
Shadow flew with the snapmare. Then as one chickenwing was applied he cranked his elbow forward and attempted to elbow Mad Dog in the head several times, as being in a Double Chickenwing would have simply sucked. Besides, it was Thanksgiving. It should have been a Turkeywing. Or a ham.
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2008 1:12 pm
The elbow smashes into Mad Dog's head 2, 3 times as Mad Dog abandons the Chickenwing. Stepping back, Mad Dog instead attempts to kick the s**t out of Shadow's back.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 2:33 pm
s**t was kicked out of Shad's back. How that s**t got there was anyone's guess, but there was s**t being kicked. So on and so forth, it was quite the spectacle that made Shadow crawl away from Mad Dog, heading towards the turnbuckles.
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