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 Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 11:23 pm
Justin and Draze Promo (Interrupted by Tag champs Tyson and Mr.X. )
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 3:42 pm
The music Amazing by Kanye West blasts throughout the stadium. That could only mean that the one Amazing superstar is about to come out. Once the lyrics begin Justin Amaze comes running out. He stops on the stage and takes a deep breath before continuing to walk down the ramp and slide into the ring. He looks around and waits for his partner, Draze.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 3:45 pm
 " Pantera's "I'll Cast a Shadow"" hit the PA as Draze came out to a huge pop from the crowd pounding his head and chest. At the top of the ramp, He then threw 8 punches, causing red pyrotechnics to blast behind him. Next he clapped his hands together causing the gold pyros to blast in front of him. He then made his way to the ramp, tagging fans hands. He then entered the ring, as he took off his hat, shades, and jacket, and grabbed a mic. 
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 3:56 pm
Justin was also handed a mic. Justin then leans against the ropes, looking at the fans. He raises the mic to speak.
"Tonight folks, we're out here to talk about a couple topics. Two big ones for my partner and me. Tonight we will discuss the new tag team, Draze and I, and the tag titles."
Justin stood up straight. He then walked over to a corner and climbed to the top turn buckle and sat down.
"Its pretty obvious they wanna keep partnering me up with Draze, and even though he's not the frist guy Id choose as a partner, I think we could go a long way. With that being said, a tag team, no, a great tag team cant go without there own name. So Draze and I were discussing it back stage and from now on, we will be called, The Amazing Haze! Know it, learn it, love it, got it. We will, I promise you, become a great tag team. Despite the anger that was between us when we first met, we will now work together. I mean like, a great tag team has a name, has talent, has.. well, a great tag team has gold around their waist. And that ladies and gentlemen bring me to my next topic I will discuss here tonight."
Justin jumped off the turn buckle, now with a serious face.
"The tag team champs, Mr. X and Tyson Briggs, they wont be holding those titles much longer. That, I also promise you. I dont think there such a great tag team. However, we are. As a matter of fact--"
((You guys may now interrupt))
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 9:56 pm
DMX's X Gon' Give It To Ya blares through the stadium and Mr. X walks out alone with a black LA Dodgers baseball cap on his head backwards with a white bandana under. He was sporting a rather new look- baggy sweat pants and black wife beater with a longer diamond studded chain that hung just below his pectorals. Mr. X had a rather grim look upon his face and you could see so much swagger in his few steps as he stopped at the top of the ramp with a mic in his hand and the WWFG Tag Team Champion belt over his shoulder.
"Cut the music mane- cut it. I gots to speak, ya heard?" The music was cut and Mr. X was given a rather mixed reaction due to his new get up. People had thought he left this life behind him. "Alright den... Uhm... Befo' I start wit' my, uhm, uh, rant 'bout dem two faggots in the rang right now. The crowd boos tremendously as Mr. X paces back and forth, a mad lean in his walk as he does so, "Mind ya business, ya heard. Mind ya own business, suckas." The crowd boo'd some quieted down wanting to actually hear the man speak, "Now, now. Ya'll in da ring right now. Ya'll truly think suckas, like you, can get, dis?" With his other hand, Mr. X holds the belt high above his head to a flutter of pictures and boos. "...Who ya'll be anyway? Never heard of tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum over thar, tryin' to get a pretty name... Amazin' Haze? Aww naw. Dat name ain't hot." The crowd gave a large 'WHAT' pop.
"Dat ain't... gangsta.." WHAT. "And lemme tell ya'll now, it ain't coo', no talent, and sure as HELL ain't no good components fo' a tag team champ, ya dig?" The crowd boo'd as Mr. X bobbed his head back and forth, "I give ya'll a nickname right now, Amazing Gay-ze. Suits ya'll faggots. You ain't know who we be. You messin' with nigguh's from the C-P-T. And that's Compton, California, get what I be sayin'?" Mr. X puts his arms up in a shrug, backing up and moving forward, like he was some sort of ADD gangsta. He was trying to tell it like it was...
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 2:08 pm
Justin stopped talking as he was interrupted by none other then one of the tag team champs. Justin smiled and looked down for a second and then looked back up at Mr. X. After he was done speaking Justin raised the mic to his mouth.
"Mr. X, Ill admit, your good with the mic and the insults. Despite the weird way you talk, you really know how to piss someone off. However, you didnt piss me off. No, even though you have the gold we want, interrupted me, mocked Draze and myself, no you didnt piss me off. You started war. And until we earn gold that we deserve to hold, this war will not cease."
The crowd cheer'd, wanting to see a good fight between the current dominating tag team and the newly established tag team.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 2:50 pm
As Justin and Draze looked on at Mr. X as he insulted them. When Justin said he's piece about Mr. X's comments. Tyson came from behind them, through the crowd. He quickly slid into the ring, behind the new tag team, The Amazing Haze and went level Draze with a forearm. If successful, Tyson would then turn to Justin and hit him with forearm as well.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 3:06 pm
Mr. X nodded his head left and right and tilted his head to the right as he shrugged, he fixed his hat forward and then fidgeted with it and turned it backwards to it's former position and looked at the crowd. He stopped and stared at Justin for a moment. He was kind of trying to provoke, but kind of wasn't. "Aight, aight. War? You say? War? Fool, you ain't no nothin' 'bout war." The crowd booed as Mr. X gritted his teeth and began to speak again. "Just rememba. When you get one gangsta, you take on the whole hood, homie. We from Compton. Compton, California. And B, that ain't state homie, it's army. So if ya'll want war, ya'll can bring it. You fools would probably bring knifes to gun fights, no pen to a test. Bring ya crew." Mr. X says as he backs up towards the entrance, shrugging and shouting without the mic, 'You ain't nothin', mane! You ain't nothin'!'
As Tyson made his move, Mr. X dropped the mic and went for a run towards the ring to get into the action as well. He rolled into the ring trying to hit Justin with a forearm smash.
[ Editted! ]
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 4:17 pm
Once Tyson turned to hit Justin, Justin would bend his legs a little and go to pick Tyson up in a firemans carry, hoping to hit the J5A, but Mr. X stopped Justin from doing that and Justin fell to the mat from Mr. X's hit.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 4:52 pm
Mr. X stood over Justin with the tag team title belt risen over his head. His jaw was locked and flexed, the muscles from the his jaw line bulging. He looked over to the crowd who were booing as loudly as they could. Mr. X just smirked, glancing at Tyson. "You in the wrong hood, son."
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 5:39 pm
After Mr. X saved him from Justin's counter, Tyson walked over the ropes were he left his title. He picked it up and head over to Mr. X standing side by side. "Dem suckas want'd a war? Then we gonna give em' a war." Tyson said, then lifting his half of the tag team titles in the air, smacking his chest.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 9:48 am
Draze then tried to get back up, after being blindsided by Tyson.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 10:02 am
Justin however did not take off his brass knuckles that he always wears to the ring. With Mr. X standing over Justin, and he noticed Draze was starting to get back up, Justin made a low blow punch with his brass knuckles to Mr. X.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 4:52 pm
If Mr. X hadn't been watching Justin, he probably wouldn't have seen the guy trying to get up. Before the man on the floor in front of him could even swing, Mr. X's foot was already flying to the side of his head.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 4:54 pm
((But you werent looking at Justin? Mr. X was looking at Tyson.))
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