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 Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 9:44 am
( assume i was supposed to make this thread?)
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 10:20 am
The crowd gives mixed reactions as the name "Hunter Sullivan" flashes across the titan-tron. The lights begin to fade, dimming to a calming light. Green and purple start to glow and flash, the arena ogles looking to the stage as A Perfect Circle starts to play and blare. Sullivan is waiting in the gorilla position for the lyrics to hit before bursting out onto the stage. Fans are already responding in a harsh chorus of cheers and even jeers from the fans who are smart enough to get over the return factor..*
"Don't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window
Go back to sleep
Lay your head down child
I won't let the boogeyman come"
*With the signal of the beginning lyrics Hunter storms out of his position, of course to a series of chants and and cheers. Hunter's artier showed off as he started moving his way across the stage. The green and purple lights reflected and caused glimmer on his body. A cool, calculating smirk seemed steady and planted on his face, an unnerving confidence, a form of malevolence shines through. The ramp was laid out before him, en route to his goal.*
Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Pay no mind to the rabble
Pay no mind to the rabble
Head down, go to sleep
To the rhythm of the war drums
*Sullivan walked calmly and professionally down the ramp. The steel ramp under Hunter's feet reacted with a clank, none of which could be heard over the music and jeers in unison. Soon Sullivan found himself on the matting surrounding the ring. He reacted quickly, rolling into the ring and heading towards the turnbuckle that was closest. Soon climbing up it he merely looked around and reacted with a combined smirk-scoff.*Pay no mind what other voices say
They don't care about you, like I do, like I do
Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils,
See, they don't give a ******** about you, like I do.
*The music died off and Sullivan dropped back to the mat, looking around the ring, he stands around awaiting his time to wrestle the one they call Warner.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 11:30 am
The lights shut down to a pitch black with the golden lasers twitching around the arena each time the piano made a note. The fans jeered loudly for they knew who was coming next, yet they had no clue what was coming next. The only person in that arena who knew was God. A God Among Men.
"The Ecstasy of Gold" - Ennio Morricone
AJ gave a deep breath behind the doors of FFA:TF. This is the place of his debut, this was where his career boomed, and now that he's returned he would have to go against another returned alumni of Twisted Flow. AJ pushed the doors open with a look of content to Hunter Sullivan, the only guy who has attempted to outspeak the artist formerly known as the Bad Chyld. Warner walked down the ramp followed by his entourage of people and behind them, two referees rolled out a large scale down the ramp. But nevermind that for now. Anywho, AJ got slapped in the chest multiple times by the ignorant fans of FFA:TF, although it couldn't hurt much worse than the slap to the face he got from Karen after being put in this damn match. Warner was already disgusted by these blue collar fans, but could only smirk because he knew the slaps were out of envy.
AJ looked down to the ground and gave a deep breath. He tapped his forehead, than his heart, than his other boob, then his heart, and then to himself. He then would jump onto the apron and throw down his robe, but soon jump back down and walk around the right side of the ring to grab a microphone from Justin Roberts. Warner, who for the first time in his life decided not to ramble on with the mic, walked back over to the other side and gave it to his friend, a financial advisor and former college baseball announcer, who was dressed in a dark black suit with a blue and golden tie. The two referees brought the scale up to the apron and soon after, the music died down and the lights came back on as usual.
"Mr. Warner, please stand yourself on the scale."
The fans jeered loudly as they thought this was just stalling the damn match. What they didn't know is that this would become a normal in all of AJ's matches. AJ stood on the giant scale flexing his obviously oiled down muscles and looked to Hunter, trying to intimidate him early on. The man adjusted the bars at the top and put the mic up to his lips.
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, he is hailing from the Holy City of Edmonton, Alberta, CA, and weighing an astounding two hundred tweny-eight pounds, he is none other than AJ Warner, a God Amonggggg MEN!"
The fans jeered very loudly and blurted out with a "BUTT PI-RATES" chant going on, but even their level of immaturity did not surpass half the level of AJ's cockiness, and it seemed nothing ever would.
"Mr. Sullivan, please join my client Mr. Warner over here for the official weigh-in."
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 12:18 pm
Hunter cocks an eyebrow as he walks the ring watching Warners little scale display. He sighs and crosses his arms as he is called to the scale not sure really how to respond to it. Debating shortly in his head he fines no harm in doing so. Hunter walks towards the scale and climbs on top, not doing any fancy flex or crowd plays, he merely glares at his opponent the whole time until the man successfully gets his weight and makes the announcement.
"Introducing second, hailing from Corner brook Newfoundland, Canada weighting this evening at two hundred and twenty two pounds he is the "Viper" HUUUNNTAAAAAAAHHH SUULLLLLIVAN~!!"
Hunter steps off the Scale and gives Warner a 'Happy now?" style glance as he walks back to his corner, interested in nothing more then starting this match. Sullivan starts hopping and shifting his weight from foot to foot waiting for the damn bell to ring already.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 1:26 pm
AJ hopped onto the apron and climbed under the top rope, stretching his wrists and whatnot.
DING DING DING
Warner circled around the ring, twitching his fingers as he kept his eyes on Hunter.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 11:15 pm
Hunter is excited to get things started, moving in a parallel circle to his opponent, keeping a close eye on his movements. Looking to get things underway Hunter moves in forwards first, looking to snap forward into an elbow collar tie up.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 11:53 am
Hunter gains the Elbow collar and quickly snaps Warner into a Wrist lock. From here he tries to quickly jerk around the arm.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 7:23 pm
Hunter jerks the arm around and softens it up before quickly sweeping Warner to the mat where he swifts kicks the back of the arm before attempting to apply a Armbar where the pivot point of the elbow would be across the knee of Hunter.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 11:12 am
(guess this means i win eh?"
AJ taps, i guess?
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