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 Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 12:12 am
Music never heard before by Speed, Amazing by Kanye West, begins to play. After the first few seconds of the song and the lyrics begin a wrestler never seen before by Speed comes out. Being very new the announcer didnt have anything on the new guy. The new fish to Speed has now walked down the ramp and slid into the ring. He was wearing baggy shorts, baggy shirt, brass knuckles, a steel chain and some glasses. He signaled for a mic as the music stopped. Now with a mic in his hand, he raised it to his mouth.
"Yo, yo, yo, am I gonna get some cheers? Ya know, a nice warm welcome?"
He didnt get a reaction from the crowd.
"I see. Guess not. Well Ill start by telling you my name. Standing before you is The Amazing, Justin Amaze! I guess you cant tell Im new to this place, but Im not here to make friends, and Im defiantly not here to be yours."
The crowd boo'd.
"You see, like everyone else, Im here for opportunity. Im here to show my talent. Im here for championship gold. However, not like everyone else, Ive actually got talent."
The crowd boo'd some more, not liking Justin.
"Whoa, whoa, hey, chill! Just cause I said I didnt wanna be your friend, doesnt mean we need to be enemies! Yeah, Ive even prepared something for ya... a nice free style!"
The crowd didnt have a reaction, they wanted to hear Justin's free style, see what he could do. Justin looked around at the crowd before speaking once again into the mic.
"Alright, lets get this going.
Yo, theres a new fish in the business and he's looking for a fight!
If you come out here and face me I promise you'll end up looking up at the lights!
The Amazing one is in the house!
Dude, I fight like a fierce lion, you just fight like a scared mouse!
I dont need help or this crowd's support to win!
By the time Im done in the arena, Ill have made the final pin!
You think you can beat me just 'cause Im new?
Well come out and face me, Ill take on any foo'!"
Some of the crowd gave some small cheer's, some of the crowd gave some boo's, and some of the crowd had no reaction because they could care less for Justin. Justin dropped the mic as he also removed his knuckles, steel chain, hat, glasses and shirt. Justin was ready for his debut match, but just who would he face? Who would accept his challenge?
((Also, if someone could tell me how I did for my debut post, that'd be nice. And also let me know where I need to improve.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 5:26 am
((Interesting promo, but here's where you've gone wrong: your character's a Cena ripoff, but it seems you may show some promise. Time will tell...))
Chrono note: No I won't, patience will. How dare you use that concept of time when it involves Speeders! For shame!
Pyro note: ******** your ego.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 9:29 am
((Yeah, thats not what I was aiming for however. sweatdrop Just figured that a rapper gimmick was very artistic so Id go for it. And aside from all the Cena comments id get, it could be very interesting. >_<;;
But thank you for commenting!))
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 2:37 pm
 The lights slowly went out as if the power had just been cut (light flickering etc..etc..) The monitor turned pure white, then suddenly a jet black crack formed in the center as it started to spread quickly. "Ah-HaHaHaHa" an eerie voice whispered as the glass(on the monitor screen) shattered. As soon as the glass shattered, 'There and Back Again' by Daughtry started playing. People looked around in confusion about the mysterious screen image. Smoke started rising from the stage as the strobe lights flickered on the stage as well. Andrew Thorne slowly walked out of the smoke--with a new haircut and attire. The lights came back on, the music stopped and the smoke died down as Andrew gazed into the crowd who were up in roar with mostly 'boos' and maybe 7-8 'cheers'. He slowly rose the mic up to his face as the crowd died down. In his dull voice he spoke up "Yo, Yo, Y-Y-Y-Y-Yooo" he said in a mocking fashion. "Was' up mah' homie, is it all 'Down in Funky-Town' " asked Thorne with air quote hand gestures. "Shouldn't you be like...out celebrating on how your latest rap album just went triple-cardboard?" He mocked. "Or is it still worth double-worthless?" he added. "Your 'Rap' was a pathetic excuse for poetry read very quickly, You have got nothing on Edgar Allen Poe--And I noticed I didn't get a 'shout out' from you..." he paused, craning his head. "..Was' up wit' 'dat?" He questioned in a mocking way again. "Now all of you may have noticed my 'pimpin' theme...my 'stylin' haircut...and my totally 'ballin' outfit...I have decided to 're-draw' myself even though I haven't been here that long, but true artists never wait--neither does true art.." He smirked under his face-mask and turned to face the figure in the ring once more. "Now how 'izzle' tha' homie 'G' Skillet, Mad-Dawg, Funky-Fresh, Big Pimpin, Wack-Daddy, Rhyme Spittin', Ghetto Fabulous, Gang-Banger from the Streetest Streets in all of Streetland doing?" he mocked, taking a deep breath afterwords. "Yo' Dawg...You see no one knows more about opportunity than the one that stands before you now, if there is a loophole, I have already gone through it. If there is a problem, I have already made it know. If there is an injury, I have already exploited it. If there is one billionth of a split second between win or lose, I have already capitalized on it" He paused to sit down on the stage, legs outstretched before him in a lazy manner, leaning back and resting on one elbow. "I may not be a hardened veteran here, or a legendary fan-favorite...but I know all about taking advantage and you will see that when I get my gold after I 'bust a mad cap' in my two 'poser' opponents at Carnage Rulez." He laid back on the stage completely, staring at the ceiling now as if he didn't care. "I'm tired of them peoplez' being dissin' me, and I'm going to totally 'sizinatch' that 'bling-bling' you dig? Now that's was'up, word to my crew in Newnan and South C. Baby. Its ya' dawgy-dawg 'skillet' " "Now, hopefully I didn't completely shatter you dreams before they even had time to blossom, dump them in an incinerator, throw them in a meat grinder, placed into a blinder and then poured into a drink before being tragically drank by m'wah while you cried as the horrifying reality that your hopes were completely and utterly gone forever sunk in...'Respect' "
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 7:58 pm
Justin listened about half way through what Andrew was saying before he began to impatiently walk around the ring. He wanted him to just shut up. When Andrew began to talk about opportunity and when he continued to mock him, Justin gave Andrew and very angered face. Once the last word came out of Andrew's mouth, Justin quickly spoke.
"Respect!? You, my friend, know NOTHING about respect!"
Justin walked around the ring again very angered.
"I dont care about your opportunities, I dont care about your title shots and I certainly dont care about you! But the disrespect, the nerve to walk out here and completely mock me and my style, thats crossing the line! I came out here, to not only fight, but to make a point! I didnt come out here to get mocked and disrespected by some washed up freak who thinks he`s gonna get some gold!"
Justin could hear the boo`s, but oddly enough, he could hear some cheer`s. Probably those Andrew haters. At least he had some people with him. He raised the mic again to his mouth.
"Andrew, I suggest, instead of talking about it from waaaay over there, you come into the ring and face me! No, no, better yet, since Im the new one here, let me introduce myself, to you!"
Justin was not happy. His first night here, he wasnt expecting this. Justin dropped the mic and slid out of the ring. He quickly began to walk over to Andrew, not waiting for him to get up. The crowd also cheer`d some more. This could get interesting.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 8:08 pm
Andrew quickly rolled backwards to a crouching position. He reached into his cloak and pulled out a lead pipe before discarding the jacket all together.
"Let's play a game.." Andrew enticed.
(posting from psp, bear with me here)
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 9:59 am
Justin stopped. He looked around at the crowd as they were cheering, hoping for a match. Justin shrugged. He wasnt gonna let Andrew have the upper hand with a lead pipe. Justin turned around and ran towards the ring and slid inside. He grabbed his brass knuckles and put them on. He raised his hand as he got some more cheers then before. Justin slid out of the ring and began to walk very fast towards Andrew again. This was getting tense.
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 11:20 am
"The only way to win my game...Is to not play..." Andrew chimed. He gripped the pipe and bent his arms. "Game-Time"
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 4:51 pm
Justin swung a forceful punch towards Andrew with his brass knuckles. Whether Andrew would swing with his lead pipe or not, Justin wasnt gonna back down.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 3:03 pm
Andrew aimed and swung. Before he could see if the shot connected or not he was knocked back by a strong punch to the chest.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 11:47 am
As Justins brass knuckles connected, Andrews swing with his lead pipe hit Justin right in the arm. Justin took some steps back, holding his arm.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 2:04 pm
Andrew stumbled back, almost falling. He hit the wall, using it to support himself.
"Crud" He muttered, a bruise forming on his chest.
He dropped the pipe, realizing that he wouldn't need it for this move. Andrew ran forward and attempted to close-line Justin.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 4:06 pm
Justin could for sure feel the pain in his arm. After taking his attention away from his arm and back to Andrew, he was caught by a close line. Justin fell back onto the steel hard.
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 6:33 pm
After Andrew had taken Justin down, he quickly shook his arm to get the feeling back into it before kneeling on the ramp and attempting to put Justin in the Crippler Crossface!
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 6:40 pm
As Andrew took some time to attend to his arm, Justin was thinking, playing dead. When Andrew knelt down, Justin quickly sat up, pushed off the steel a little bit and went for a DDT.
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