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 Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 10:02 am
Main Event
Tag Team Championship - Table Elimination
Young Gunz (c) vs Dem Boyz vs Pink Avenger/Angel
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 10:24 pm
~Dem Boyz call second entrance!~ cool
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 10:29 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 2:11 pm
(I was waiting for the other team to post, but I might as well go ahead to show that I am here.)
"Introducing next, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at a combined total of 451 pounds, they are the tag team Champions! Cross Leonhart and Prophecy of The Philadelphia Young Guns!"
Okkusenman plays throughout the speakers as Cross and Prophecy walk out onto the stage with the titles around their waists. Cross takes one side of the stage and Prophecy takes the other side. Their hoods cover their heads. They stare down for a moment as sparks rain down behind them and a fog lifts up to their feet. They both simultaneously lift their hoods off their heads and jerk their heads up to face the crowds on both sides. They both perform a cross taunt then walk towards the middle of the stage just above the ramp. They look at each other then at the ring. They run down the ramp to the ring, jump up and slid under the bottom rope into the ring. They stood up and walk over to different turnbuckles. They climb the turnbuckles and stare out into the crowd again. They unstrap their titles and hold them high above their heads. They then jump down as their music finally dies down. They hand the belts to the referee to escort the titles out of the ring.
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 10:07 pm
(( WHY!.. Am I cursed with having to do this entrance?! ))
With the lights darkening, all went silent.. Until
'THE PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINK... Avenger!'
Hero-like music began to play out as the Bright Hero took to the ramp. His pink attire and pink cape, not to mention his pink mask, began a run into the ring. When he slid into it, he stood up in the center and posed with his hands on his hips.
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 9:59 pm
(why not)
~Angel makes his way out from the back, no music playing, looking more then a little pissed that he has to team with The Pink Avenger, even if it is an opportunity to win the tag team titles. He makes his way over to his corner, and looks at his partner, giving The Pink Avenger a word of advice~
"You just stay out of my way."
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 11:33 pm
Just as the creeping sounds of the Vibraphone hit the PA, the crowd went nuts. Tyson and Andrew came rushing from the back, as the bass finally kicked in, making sure to keep they're gangsta swagga, as the lights flash to beat of the music. Just as the approached the top of the ramp, Tyson and Andrew slapped each others hands and began to go about performing one of they're gang's handshakes. Then just as they finished the handshake they threw up the West Coast signs, and began to walk down the ramp with they're signature Gangsta walks. Andrew walk close the barricade, tagging a few fan's hands, as Tyson simply walked down the ramp mean muggin' the crowd, keeping a thug attitude. However he did tag just a few hands as they neared the ring. Just then Tyson rushed towards the ring, and slid under the bottom rope as Andrew easily hopped onto the apron, and stepping into the ring. Tyson climbed the closest turnbuckle and crossed his arms, pounding his chest before he threw up the West Coast signs. Andrew was on the adjacent turnbuckle a little more energetic, as he threw up his West Coast signs. Tyson and Andrew both hopped from the turnbuckles at the same time. They then removed they're jewelry, and bulletproof vests. Tyson and Andrew then made it to an open corner and consulted themselves on who would start of today's match. Tyson looked to Andrew and spoke. "I'll go first since you did last time *****." Tyson said slapping the back of his hand off of Andrew's chest.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 6:00 pm
Prophecy steps up to go first for his team. Cross exits out onto the apron. Prophecy keeps a safe distance from the other two as the ref calls for the bell. Prophecy immediately runs for Tyson to try and take him down with a shoulder block.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 6:26 pm
~Angel signaled for Pink Avenger to get onto the apron~
"Take some notes Junior, you might just learn something"
~Angel said as he made his way over about three or four feet from Prophecy and Tyson lying in wait for the moment to strike~
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 1:11 pm
"Stand tall, my partner!" P.A. spoke as he stood himself onto the apron and removed his cape. He allowed it to drop to the side as he awaited.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 5:48 pm
Tyson looked over and saw Prophecy lunging at him with his shoulder. Tyson simply side stepped his opponent and walked backwards towards the neutral corner, where he kept an eye on Angel and Prophecy.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 7:37 pm
Tyson escaped Prophecy for now. Prophecy bounces off the ropes and dashes for Angel this time. Instead of going for a direct attack, Prophecy will try to get around him and to the ropes behind him. He'll bounce off those and go for a dropkick attempt to Angel's mid section.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 10:50 pm
~seeing as Angel was standing there watching Prophecy run around like a little schoolboy, he was easily prepared to counter by leaping over Prophecy in a brilliant display of athleticism~
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 10:16 am
Prophecy pretty much baseball slides at this point from missing the dropkick thanks to the speed he built up. He stands up by the ropes and prepares himself for any attack.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 4:56 pm
Just as Angel came down from his jump over Prophecy, Tyson was charging full boar at him, going to clothesline him just as his feet touched the canvas.
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