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 Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 12:40 am
The following contest is a normal match. Win will be by Pinfall or Submission. Introducing First...
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 7:45 pm
Some trumpets sounded out, lazy and cool. They faded out soon though to a rush of music known as "Petroleum Nightmares" and the arena came to life in a flurry of red an purple lights, the arena looked like the worlds biggest rave party as the crowd waved arms, held each other up and basically shifted as one to turn and stare as Masked made his arrival.
Tossing his hair back over his shoulder, he brushed the fingertips of a few fans as he walked down to the ring, taking his sweet time. Only once the song had reached its crescendo did he finally pick up the pace, sliding in and stepping to the far ropes, where he leaned over them and winked at the ring announcer, who in turn blushed back at him, trying to hide a grin as best she could.
He turned, getting a little serious as he prepared for his match with some last minute stretches, awaiting Mr.X, man he knew little about, as mysterious to Masked as his name you could say.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 8:34 pm
The sound of a drum roll behind and the lights dim slowly as the echoes of a barking dog booming through the sound system.
"Ayo... Don't get it twist..."
A voice began to say over the PA as the song began to play.
"This rap **** is mine! **** what you heard! It's what you hearin' (listen)... It's what you hearin' (listen!)"
The song stops for a moment and pyrotechnics blast out in a white blaze, an unfamiliar figure bolting out from all the chaos.
Mr. X can be seen in the middle of the ramp, his traditional grin and smirk upon his face.
"X gon' give it to ya
*** wait for you to get it on your own
X gon' deliver to ya
Knock knock, open up the door, it's real
Wit the non-stop, pop pop and stainless steel"
Mr. X walks down the aisle as the words are sung and he stands in the middle of the ramp, throwing his arms down multiple pyrotechnics going off down the ramp and the closest the titantron go off making an 'X' formation. A with grin slides upon his face as he enters the ring.
"Entering the ring, hailing from Compton, California, Mr.... X!"
Mr. X enters the ring, full of confidence and gets up onto the top turnbuckle, closest to him, raising his hands to the crowds approval. He smirks, lowering his arms into a cross armed position, nodding his head.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 5:52 am
Masked paced as Mr.X made his entrance. From what he could see, they were the same height, and though he couldn't tell, Masked was merely ten pounds heavier. He wiped a hand across the cheek of his mask before approaching the centre of the ring. The bell would sound out, but he would wait until Mr.X was ready to fight.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 9:33 am
Mr. X approached Masked, a look of determination upon his face. He offered a lock up. Once they were locked in, he'd attempt to push Masked into the corner.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 1:39 pm
Locked in then pushed back, Masked would brace his foot on the middle turnbuckle and push of, trying to shunt Mr.X back using the momentum from the push.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 3:16 pm
Mr. X could feel the shift in momentum- but he would have none of it. He tried to turn Masked's push back into an arm drag. If successful, he'd try to lock in an arm bar next.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 4:17 pm
Masked was flipped and locked into the armbar, on his side, he knew what to do. He moved to swivel up to his knee before going for a head spring up to his feet before attempting a reversal into an arm wringer.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 6:01 pm
The reversal was successful and Mr. X was caught by the arm wringer.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 6:20 pm
Masked twisted the arm to make Mr.X stand up straight, bracing a forearm across his chest, he aimed to back him up onto the corner and then Irish Whip him into the opposite corner.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 9:32 am
Mr. X's arm was wrenched into an awkward position and then he had been irish whipped into the corner. He needed a breather anyways from Masked.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 3:38 pm
The rest would not come, as Masked burst into a charge, his aim being a clothesline into the corner.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 12:17 am
Mr. X tried to lift his legs up, to heave them into the face of the running masked, knowing that rest available anytime soon.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 4:51 am
Masked took both feet to the face which turned him and he stumbled away from Mr.X, dropping to a knee for no more than a couple of seconds before doing a slow, dazed turn.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 2:21 pm
Mr. X hoisted himself up to seat himself on the top rope, with his feet on the second rope. Once Masked turned around, he'd attempt to catch him off guard with a flying body slam.
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