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 Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 12:50 pm
 Erica: The following contest is a FIRST BLOOD MATCH!Elle: Where the first star to draw blood against the other loses!Eve: Introducing first....
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 4:38 pm
"Pride" By Soil begins to play over the PA system. A large stone cross appears on the tron's screen, before beginning to crumble and fall away, revealing a thinner golden cross shining brightly as the words Christopher Cross materialize above the cross, before the screen melts away to various short videos of Cross hitting various moves on various different superstars. As soon as his name appeared on the screen, Christopher was out on the stage wearing Red and White as the fans cheered the man before them, regardless of his recent actions. He was just glad that he had realized how bad he had become in such a short time, and was able to turn it around, or at least start to. "Headed to the ring, weighing in at Two-Hundred and Ten Pounds, Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! The Redeemer, Christopher Cross!!"Cross made his way to the edge of the stage before kneeling down and looking out to the audience, before placing his hands together and closing his eyes as he began to pray. This only lasted for a moment and he sprung up onto the feet as his pyro began to shoot off in all directions in a multitude of colors. Chris picked up his pace as he walked down the ramp, moving from side to side to slap the hands of as many of the fans as he could. Before he knew it, Cross was at the ring and ran up the steps, quickly throwing himself over the top rope, running to one corner and making the sign of the cross, then doing the same in the opposite corner. He moved against the ropes furthest from the entrance and looked up, waiting for Atrocity to make his way out for what promised to be one hell of a brutal match. He was looking forward to debuting the new Redemption on this SOB.
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 10:55 am
The lights go down and a few spotlights start pointing up at the ceiling and then turn red as "Das Bose" by E Nomine begins and Atrocity is lowered from the raftors with his arms outstretched and wearing his usual wardrobe. He lands in the ring and removes his jacket then meets eyes with Chris.
"Ladies and Gentleman in the ring at this time he stands in at 5'9" tall and weighs 200 lbs from Cleveland, Ohio and also residing in Germany he is your Gothfather Atrocity XXX"
Atrocity removes his jacket and cracks his knuckles and joints and does a few stretches all while keeping his view focused on Chris
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 10:12 pm
As Atrocity was lowered down, Cross smirked, that smirk not fading as he was face to face with the man he had to make bleed tonight. He stayed his hand while they were face to face, but as soon as he began to take off his jacket, Cross went at him like a wild-man, going to tackle him and lay into him with lefts and rights, all aimed at the man's head.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 1:30 am
((2 days.))
Atrocity was brought down by the tackle and laid into with the lefts and rights Cross was throwing. After a few moments of this, He attempted to pull Atrocity up and drag him to the turnbuckle, before trying to hook his neck and lift him up onto it in a seated position. If he was somehow able to complete all this, he would then go to climb up with his opponent and lift him to a standing position, balancing on the ropes, before jumping off one side and pulling Atrocity down face first onto the ring post on the other side. He knew he had to pull out all the stops, and was doing just that.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 3:37 pm
Atrocity had gained his composure by the time Chris had him seated on the top turnbuckle, so as Chris would being his next move Atrocity grab the ropes with his hands and drive his head into Chris stomach.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 4:17 pm
Chris was surprised to feel a blow to the gut from Atrocity's head, and dropped off the turnbuckle, but quickly tried to rebound with a slap to Atrocity's face.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 6:16 pm
Atrocity took the slap but it just fueled his fire and went for a jumping knee to Chris face
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 7:51 pm
Cross brought his arms up, just in time to avoid the whole brunt of the damage, though he was knocked to the mat with the knees. He quickly went to roll out of the ring, before looking back in at Atrocity. He was trying to keep calm. He had to keep a level head. God knows what would happen if he didn't.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 11:56 am
Atrocity turned to see Chris on the outside so he tried to bring the fight to him by bouncing off the ropes and attempting a suicide dive
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 1:04 pm
Unfortunately for Atrocity, it might well be suicide, as he dropped to the ground below and rolled under the ring. Usually in a match his conscious would have stopped him from doing something such as this, but this was no ordinary match. And Cross was hardly in the right mind to consider his conscious. Something was about to happen that he would regret for along time. He had been unable to take the time to keep calm and the consequences would be dire. For him and anybody around him.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 2:32 pm
Atrocity normally would have gone under the ring to chase after his opponent but this time he decided to take this break to wrap his hands and cover them in glass bits, then went and grabbed a gathering of razor wire and a kendo stick and wrapped the kendo stick in the wire and circled the ring waiting for Chris
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 6:26 pm
In perhaps one of the strangest things to ever come out from under the ring, even stranger than an irish midget, Cross rolled out, and stood up. That wasn't the strange bit, but the fact that Cross now had a burlap mask with eyeholes and a mouth that had been cut, and then sewn back together, was pulled over his head. It was a truly distrubing image, one that harkened back to scarecrows that would appear in one's nightmares. In his hand was a weapon that one would never think to use in such an environment, if only for the legality, as he held a sickle, one that would be used for harvesting straw on a farm, sharpened for a dangerous edge. Oh yes, my friends, there will be blood.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 11:55 am
Atrocity stared down his opponent with a look of death and determination in his eyes readied his weapons and urged Chris to come at him with the sickle
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 3:37 pm
Chris no longer existed in this shell, at least that was his mindset. As far he was concerned, his name was Cade Crow. And this would be his exodus from the depths of Cross' personality. Cross himself would never raise such a weapon against another man, but Cade had no qualms about cutting into the fragile flesh of his opponent. The only argument about it inside his head was how much blood to extract before he was finished. He began to walk to the side, with a rather odd step, his head tilted as he watched atrocity through the eyeholes in the burlap that covered his head. He regripped the handle of the sickle and began to slowly move forward towards Atrocity. Was this really going to happen?
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