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MITB, Intercontinental title, and Punkism title up for grabs. Ladder
Freakshow v.s. Tyson Briggs V.s. Matt Shanahan v.s. Matt Stone v.s. Mav v.s. Dauth

Winners choice to keep Punkism or Intercontinental in WWFG!

*As Freak entered the ring the lights in the arena went out. Up on the big screen the words "Welcome to the Revolution" appeared in red. From that moment forward a faint wind sound could be heard rudshing through the arena as "Fill me Again" by Dark new Day hit the scene. Random flashing white lights illuminated the entrance tunnel giving the only light to be scene as a shadowy figure started to emerge from the dark to be none other than the Legend himself The Maverick. Mav walked from side to side a bit as the lights came back on hearing the applauds and cheers of the adoring fans who still supported him through all these years. This was the first big match he had participated in since his return to professional wrestling. Mav was dressed in his traditional attire with the wrestling tights decked out in a black and white design decorated with red spades here and there, shirtless with a long black trench coat that had a large red spade on the back of it with the word "revolution" below it. As Mav began to proceed down the ramp with his cocky confident grin on his face he was announced to the sold out arena.*

" Now entering the arena, weighing in at 220 lbs, standing at 6'3 inches tall. he is a member of The Revolution and a legend of professional wrestling, The Maverick!"

*Mav then proceeded into the ring climbing a turnbuckle and spreading his arms out wide for a moment posing as he dropped down and removed the coat. Mav then cut his eyes towards Freak as he grinned a bit and looked up at the prize in the sky. He loved nothing more than a good ladder match and Mav was more than ready to give the fans one hell of a show*

"Let's get ******** up and die..."

The unfamiliar sound of Motion City Soundtrack's "Lg FUAD" began to play in the arena. A lot of the fans who hadn't yet directed their heads to the Titantron murmured amongst each other in confusion. Those that actually had looked at the titantron weren't surprised to see Dauth come swaggering out onto the stage, a big cocky grin all over his beady-eyed, smug little face. He stood there, his arms folded at his chest as he gazed around the crowd, who had erupted into boo's.

Soaking in the fans hate like a common sponge, Dauth proceeded down the ramp, occasionally yelling profanity's at the crowd.

"Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 225 pounds. From Chicago, Illinois... Dauth!"

He stepped up onto the apron, wiping his feet before entering the ring between the middle and top ropes. He stared up at the titles and briefcase, waiting for the remaining opponents to arrive.

(( Indeed. ))

((Now we need Stone and we can finally get this party started. Im looking forward to seeing how the younger generation Rp's))

(( Lets see who Dauth will attack first.. shall we? ;D

1 or 2 = Freakshow

3 or 4 = Tyson

5 or 6 = Shanahan

7 or 8 = Mav

9 or 10 = Stone.

Let the games begin!! ))

~You had to roll for that? It's a standard spot blaugh ~

The ladder was kciked right back into Stone's face, forcing him to back up and hit his back agaisnt the baricade, giving him two owies in one shot! He collabsed to the mat outside, holding his face with his left hand and his right arm clutching his back, this match wasn;lt starting the way he had planned.

Matt was hit with the shots from his old foe! It was clearly seen that Freakshow still felt some hostility towards The Punk... Which only drove him on even more! Matt quickly went to push Freakshow away and down to the ground, wanting to try to get on the defensive!