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 Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 10:34 pm
Elitism/Extremist Championship
Badboy vs Brody Robinson vs Christopher Cross
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 12:23 am
"Pride" by Soil began to play over the PA system as Images of his squash victory at the pay-per-view showed up on the screen. After a few moments of this, including a video of the Falcon Arrow that ended the match, Cross was out on the stage, in his new costume, as the crowd cheered. The more times he came out onto a stage in this business, the more he loved it. And it was all because of these people right here. He slowly began to walk off the stage and down the ramp, stopping to perform the sign of the cross, and pray, before lifting his arms high into the sky as his multi-colored pyro began bursting off behind him. As that finished, he quickly went side to side, slapping the hands of the fans as he continued his way down the ramp."Heading to the ring, Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 210 pounds, He is 'The Redeemer' Christopher Cross!"
His intro was finished about the time he hit the ring and ran up the steps, walking along the apron to the center, looking out to the fans, while keeping a hand on the top rope. After flashing a good long smile to the front row he turned his attention back to the ring, pulling back on the rope, before chucking himself over and into the ring, landing squarely on his own two feet. Chris would forego climbing the turnbuckles as he had already performed the sign of the cross, and instead just leaned against one as he awaited Brody and Badboy, and got himself into the proper mindset for this fight. He had fought Brody before and was kinda looking to repay the defeat.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 2:57 pm
Just as Cross's theme died down, the lights went to a brighter, more silver color as "Reminder" by Jay-Z plays through the sound system. Once Jay-Z's verse starts Bad Boy comes through the curtain and threw his arms up with the index fingers pointing, the crowd giving him a mixed reaction. This was his first match back in the business, and judging by the look in his face, the reaction didn't go as well as he expected. He walked to the ring with his right arm raised, looking up with a smug look on his face, almost ignoring the fans, thinking of how they should be cheering him.
"His first opponent, from Cleveland Ohio, weighing 228 pounds, he is the 'Career Killer' Bad Boy!"
He grabbed the ropes and pulled himself onto the center of the apron, stepping through the ropes into the ring. He looked at Cross before spinning once towards the camera side of the ring and throwing his fist up, sparks shooting from the ring posts. He turned and again looked at Cross, moving slowly to an empty corner, waiting for Brody. In his mind, this would be the perfect opportunty to make an impact in his first match back.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 3:43 pm
"((Ahh... Go!))
The sky is falling. It’s a curious condition
It ain’t a fallacy; It ain’t superstition.
You live your life like you’re some kind of actor,
But this scenario you cannot manufacture.
We’re gonna need some action.
We’re gonna need some action soon.
Trapped in a world of ordinary madness,
It’s all the same; Yeah there’s nothing new."
As his theme hit the music, Brody wasted no time running out onto the stage, clearly excited about this match. Taking his usual spot on the center of the stage, he looked out at the screaming masses, just taking it all in. He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted to the crowd, who soon followed him in shouting three letters......"I....C....W!!"
He let his arms drop and started making his way down the ramp, sticking to the left side of the ramp to interact with the fans.
"And the Final Competitor.....
From Columbus Ohio, weighing in at 265lbs, Brody Robinson!"
Brody stopped at the bottom of the ramp and stared at the two men who he was about to face. He had taken them both on before, and he hoped that would give him an edge. Wasting no more time, he rolling in under the bottom rope and got to his feet, backing into the nearest available corner, not wanting to give either of his opponents anything before the match started.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 8:48 pm
Ding Ding Ding! The bell rang and the match was on.
Cross started off by staying in his corner, waiting for one of his opponents to get things started. He was the smallest competitor in the match by at least eighteen pounds, so he would have to play it smart.
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 7:15 pm
Bad slowly moved towards the center of the ring, hoping to also pace himself for the match.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 5:56 pm
Brody's eyes darted back and forth between both of his opponents, hoping one of them would start off. When it became apparent neither of them wanted to, he decided to take matters into his own hands. hoping Bad would be looking at Cross, Brody dashed at him and tried to knock him off his feet with a clothesline.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 8:05 pm
Cross looked to cut Brody off by dashing forward and attempting to catch him with a drop toe hold from the side and drop him on his face.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 1:02 pm
Brody didn't notice Cross try to take him down, and then was forcibly introduced to the mat. His head began to hurt, but he'd at least gotten the match started.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 3:31 pm
Cross got to his feet as quickly as possible and went to run the ropes and come back with a low dropkick to the side of Brody's head. He was the biggest man in the ring, and therefore, the most crucial target.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 3:54 pm
Brody head seemed to be meeting a lot of new things today, first the mat, then Cross' boots. The impact sifted his torso to the side and he rolled onto his side, putting both hands over the impact point.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 5:20 pm
Chris sprung back to his feet and looked over at Badboy. He so fart had been just standing there, so Cross just kept an eye of him. He moved away from Brody, and towards a corner, looking to climb it without turning his back to the ring and perching himself up on top, waiting.
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 11:04 am
Bad found the right time to attack and went for a running snap leg drop to Brody who was down, hoping to hurt the big man more.
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 11:16 am
The only thing that went through Brody's head was how bad this match had started for him as Bad's leg hit him. He rolled away from his attacker, trying to think of a way to come back.
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 2:22 pm
Cross was still waiting on top of the turnbuckle, a big smile on his face. To some, that probably seemed really goofy. And it probably was. But, he was waiting none the less. Waiting for the perfect time. To strike, of course. What else would he be waiting for? A cab?
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