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 Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 11:04 pm
 Kristopher Joggins: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first..."
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 9:47 pm
The sound of a drum roll behind and the lights dim slowly as the echoes of a barking dog booming through the sound system. "Ayo... Don't get it twist..." A voice began to say over the PA as the song began to play. "This rap **** is mine! **** what you heard! It's what you hearin' (listen)... It's what you hearin' (listen!)" The song stops for a moment and pyrotechnics blast out in a white blaze, an unfamiliar figure bolting out from all the chaos.
Mr. X can be seen in the middle of the ramp, his traditional grin and smirk upon his face.
"X gon' give it to ya
*** wait for you to get it on your own
X gon' deliver to ya
Knock knock, open up the door, it's real
Wit the non-stop, pop pop and stainless steel"
Mr. X walks down the aisle as the words are sung and he stands in the middle of the ramp, throwing his arms down multiple pyrotechnics going off down the ramp and the closest the titantron go off making an 'X' formation. A with grin slides upon his face as he enters the ring.
"Entering the ring, hailing from Compton, California, Mr.... X!"
Setting himself upon the top turnbuckle, he throws his arms up into the air, his facial expression mischievous and a toothy grin spread across his face as he holds his title high above his head. He hands it to the ref, awaiting the bell, ready to go..
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 6:01 am
Gorillaz 19/2000 started playing, the crowd started cheering, some fans actually got up and started singing along.
The world is spinning too fast
I'm buying lead Nike shoes
To keep myself tethered
To the days I try to lose
And down the ramp walked a young man covered in scars heading for the ring nodding his head to the beat of the song.
My mama said to slow down
You must make your shoes
Stop dancing to the music
Of Gorillaz in a happy mood
Keep a mild groove on
"From Minneapolis Minnesota, his name is Danny Dune!"
He raised his arms, yawning a little, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a bottle of pills, shaking it as if to remind himself that it was still quite full. He opened it and poured one tablet out of it into his hand and swallowed it, before putting it back into his pocket.
There you go!
Get the cool!
Get the cool shoeshine!
Get the cool!
Get the cool shoeshine!
Get the cool!
Get the cool shoeshine!
Get the cool!
Get the cool shoeshine
Danny came up to the Ring and rolled right in, he looked up at X, so much for his usual pre-match ritual of resting his eyes. He just flashed a smile to X (which contrasted a lot with his scars) and put his hand out for a handshake.
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 10:13 pm
Mr. X reached out, shaking Danny's hand and gave a huff of breath to signify he was indeed breathing.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 5:57 am
Danny handed his pillbottle off to the ref with his other hand before letting X's hand go. And the bell rang and he leapt into action like a coiled up spring, going for a headbutt.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 10:19 am
The headbutt smoked Mr. X square in the chin momentarily stunning him and causing him to stagger back a few feet and fall into the ropes. What an odd way to start the match.
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 6:29 am
Danny meanwhile sprinted toward X jumping into the air and raising his knees, attempting to hit X in the chest with them.
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 11:14 am
[ I really don't know how close you could be in order to get a full sprint at me. ]
Mr. X felt Danny's knees press into him and caused him to fall between the top and middle rope, toppling outside onto the arena floor.
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 1:17 pm
Pain washed over Danny as he landed on his side out of the ring along with X.
He began stumbling to his feet, realizing what pretty damn stupid move that was, still the crowd was on their feet, shouting for the competitors to get back up, so it wasn't a total wash yet.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 11:00 am
Mr. X felt out the ground and had one hand on his chest, coughing after air had been forced out of his lungs. He slowly rose to his feet, somewhat vulnerable to Danny, but he did see his opponent.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 6:19 am
Danny nodded to Mr. X, before moving towards him, not entirely sure what he was intending to do.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 8:48 am
Mr. X stood straight and as Danny approached him, he attempted to slam his foot square into his gut.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 5:56 am
And slam his foot her did, doubling the scarred wrestler over knocking the wind out of him.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 8:45 am
Mr. X then attempted to grab hold of Danny and ram him right into the steel steps.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 6:18 am
Danny gave an "urk!" as he crashed into the steps and crumpled to the ground.
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