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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 1:24 pm
[The following contest is a FINISHER Match scheduled for one fall! In this match, the first man to hit his selected finisher will be the winner. Edge has selected the Spear! Introducing first...]
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 10:27 pm
You Think You Know Me.
I'm Coming Home... I'm Coming Home... I'm Coming Home...
The doors open, with a burst of smoke falling out. Edge is out shortly after.
So I'm Coming Home! Lost On A Road I Don't Belong! I Rest My Song, I'm So Alone! I'm From The Streets I Call My Own! I'm Coming Home!
[From Toronto, Canada, weighing in at 250 pounds... the Rated R Super Star... EDGE!]
Edge was dressed in his long coat, standing in the center of the stage, hopping back and forth. The coat hid his Rated "R" red and gray camo tights from view. He brushed his nose with his hand, taking deep breaths as he started to head down the ramp. He took a stop on the ramp, looking back and forth. He planted his feet one at a time and then looked down. It was only a second later that he threw up his arms and a rainbow pyro sprayed back and forth on the stage. Edge stood in his pose for a little while before finishing his trek to the ring. He slid in and took the microphone from the ring announcer as he made his way to his favorite corner. He climbed up onto the second rope and bobbed his body to the music before taunting the booing fans again. "Cut my music!" He said, standing on the corner. He hopped down. "Cut it!" They did.
"You know, I'm standing here. I'm ready for my match tonight. I'm ready to take on any challenger and show them why I'm the legend here in Twisted Flow. Last friday, I told the world what they aleady knew! FFA is a sinking ship, and people are jumping off it left and right. And just as I was finished, some prankster rolls a vignette. Thanks to that vignette, everyone here is expecting Geoff to show up and face me in a Finisher match!" The fans all cheer at the thought of Geoff handing Edge his a** after so many years of them co-existing. "Well I hate to break it to you chumps, but Geoff isn't showing up! He's not backstage! No one's seen him! His car's not here, although after so much time away from the business he's probably so poor he doesn't have one anymore!" The fans boo Edge.
"Geoff is a has-been! He had his chance at the spotlight! He had more than his fair share of his minutes of fame! He's got nothing left to offer anyone! Me? I'm the Rated R Superstar! I'm the Twisted Flow Legend! I'm the only guy who's been around since day one! Thats why Geoff hasn't shown up tonight. Geoff is nothing compared to me, and he never was. Not back when we started up, not back when I was Money in the Bank, not back when I won the World Championship, not back when I was injured, not back when I won the WWE Championship, not back on RAW, not on Smackdown, not in Game Over, not in WWE, not now, not ever."
((Planned Int.))
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 6:48 pm
The arena quieted down as they all awaited the Geoff.
[ Geoff has selected the Stunner for his finisher! ]
You can't erase this deep inside of me I know I'm not a sight to see But baby, I'm alive
I cherish the love and I cherish the life that's inside of me And I know I'm not a sight to see But baby, I'm alive
Won't you come and rescue me? Separate myself from me Maybe I'm too blind to see Save my life. Rescue me.
As the music blared throughout the arena the crowd exploded in cheers. They didn't cheer because of the music, they cheered because they seen the Copycat's silhouette standing in the waterfall of fireworks that were pouring down on top of him.
When the lights came back on and the waterfall of pyro ceased, Geoff was standing there, staring down the ramp, looking into the eyes of the Rated R Superstar. The Copycat jumped back and fourth as he made his way down to the ring, his signature smirk plastered on his face.
As Geoff slid into the ring, he didn't take his eyes off of Edge, The crowd's cheers silenced as the Bell rang.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 8:30 pm
Edge didn't know what to think. He didn't believe that the man in front of him was... well... in front of him! Edge cracked his neck as the bell rang, signalling the start of the contest!
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 10:14 pm
The smirk didn't fade on Geoff's face as he moved towards Edge. In seconds, the emotion ran through his body and Geoff started to throws lefts and rights at Edge!
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 9:26 pm
Edge was ready. At least he had thought he was ready. It turned out, he wasn't ready at all and Geoff's attacks backed him into a corner!
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 10:35 am
As Edge and Geoff made there way to the corner, the onslaught didn't stop. As Edge was backed into the corner, Geoff kept throwing lefts and rights!
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 12:01 pm
The match was no DQ, the only way to win being to hit the finisher. The ref couldn't stop Geoff from laying down the rain. Edge did his best to cover up.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 9:25 pm
Geoff stopped the onslaught for a matter of moments, before grabbing Edge and attempting to throw him across the ring.
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 8:04 pm
Edge landed on his back and scrambled up to a sitting position, cowering away from Geoff into the safety of the opposite corner.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 12:11 pm
Geoff ran at him and went to hit him with a low dropkick!
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 2:10 pm
Edge was hit and his eyes bugged out as he held his chest.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 10:32 am
Geoff rose to his feet and waited for Edge to rise with him.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 10:39 am
Edge was cowering. Yes. Cowering, in the corner. As he stood, he looked extremely pissed.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 10:43 am
Geoff flashed alittle smirk and waited for Edge to make the next move.
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