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 Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 9:44 pm
IC
Matt Stone vs Daune Wages
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 1:21 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 4:13 pm
(Auto)
Matt stone makes his entrance.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 8:50 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 8:02 am
(Question who is the champion?)
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 9:43 am
(WTF get out of my match! And Matt Stone is.)
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 1:35 pm
(Wages is the new champ.. Please post your promo.)
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 8:05 am
Trumpets blared around the arena, the crowd turning towards the entrance to see what the interruption was. A purple mist descended down on to the stage.
Something's tearing me down and down
And I can't but feel it's coming from you
She's a gunshot bride, With a trigger cries
I just wonder what we've gotten our selves into ..
The arena was then plunged into darkness and green spotlights turned on around the arena, randomly turning, seemingly looking for something or someone. Strobe lighting flickered around the arena ..
In a trail of fire I know we will be free again
In the end we will be one
In a trail of fire I burn before you bury me
Set your sights for the sun
A bright green flash of light hit the stage as Nuke Fusion came in to view, striking a pose with his new Deific Championship raised high in to the air. A sense of arrogance emitted from The Mainstream Prodigy, and as he started his walk down the ramp, he made sure to keep in the centre as to not have to touch any of the inbred pigs on either side of him.
Mind is willing, Soul remains
This woman cannot be saved
From the drawn into the fire
Mind is willing, Soul remains
This woman cannot be saved
From the drawn into the fire
Anything to bring it on home
Bring it on home
Bring it on home
Bring it on home
Reaching the ring he slid in with his Championship, getting to a stand and resting the gold upon his shoulder. Adjusting his signature shades, he looked over at Duane Wages who had just been crowned the Intercontinental Champ. Looking down at the Championship that had just been handed to him and then to his own, a sly smirk made it's way across his sadistic face.
Calling for a microphone, he listened around the arena as nearly every single fan set in to a jeer aimed towards that one man, Nuke Fusion.
After the crowd had turned down the volume just that little bit less so that Nuke actually had a chance to speak, Nuke brought the microphone up to his lips, leaning his head down towards the canvas before lifting it up in classic 'The Rock' fashion.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Nukes and Nukettes, all you Fusion Fanatics out there! .."
The crowd immediately went against one of Nuke's signature lines, a 'You suck' chant ringing around the arena.
"No, that's what your sister did to your dad and look what they ended up with .. You!"
Laughing at his own antics, the crowd were yet again going to send a chorus of boo's towards Nuke, before he interrupted them quite swiftly.
"Yes, so we know you're all inbred, and now on to the next topic of discussion. That topic being exactly why i'm out here, and it is purely and simply to disgrace that piece of spray-painted copper that you call a Championship."
Nuke motioned to the Intercontinental Championship that Wages had just won, and looked at it with an air of disgust and arrogance.
"Dude, how can you even look at yourself in the mirror when you know you'll have to come out here and defend that piece of sh*t?"
Moving his shades down just a little bit, Nuke looked at Duane, expecting an answer.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 1:30 pm
Duane then called for a mic as one of the crew member handed him one. " Piece of sh*t? No Nuke your the only piece of sh*t I see around here." Duane said as the crowd began to cheer.
" I think your just jealous that this title gets more respect than you do. That this championship gets more cheers than you do. Yeah thats it your just jealous that you can't win a championship in WWFG! " Duane said smirking at Nuke.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 9:24 am
Nuke laughed to himself a little, before sliding the microphone to his left hand and raising his Deific Championship high in the air. Looking up at it with some arrogance, he then laid in back down upon his athletic shoulder, and brought the microphone back to his lips.
"You were saying, Mr. Douche Wages? You see, I think you need to bring yourself back 180 to where I was just at. I mean, c'mon, who really wants the Intercontinental Championship? It's for the low-carders, a title with no prestige, something that deserves to be held by someone the likes of, let's see, Currin Hammond, the resident window licker."
Taking off his shades, Nuke placed them hanging from his back pocket, as he slightly adjusted the gold adorning his shoulder.
"Actually, I take that back. You're in exactly the same league as that piece of shi*, so I see no reason to act as if there's a difference between you two. The only difference I can see is that you hold a piece of 'gold' .."
Nuke made quotation marks in the air to make his point.
".. in this company, and that he's right where he should be. No where to be seen. Much the same as you should be, and I think that i'm just the guy to do such a thing."
Raising his belt one more time, just to show off his credentials in WWFG, Nuke wasn't all completely finished.
"I'm a Deific Championship and a former Tag Team Champion here in this company and you decide to try and insult me. Well you see Duane, i'm taking Extreme to a new level, one victim at a time. And, oh, you just happen to be my next lucky target."
Squaring up to Duane, he stared in to his eyes, a look of malicious hate spread across his face, his eyes locked on Duane showing how maleficent Nuke was about this situation.
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 1:28 pm
Duane wasn't up for anymore words as he quickly attempting to bash Nuke in the head with his microphone.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 11:46 am
The strike connected, and sent Nuke in to a crumpled heap on the canvas. The sound of the impact echoed around the arena as the crowd let out a huge roar; checking his head, Nuke saw a small trickle of blood smeared across his fingers, and rolled under the bottom rope, landing with a small thud on the outside.
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