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 Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 9:26 pm
 The music Amazing by Kanye West plays. As the lyrics begin Justin comes walking out. He stops at the ramp and looks around. This PPV was blasting with cheers, boo's and chants. It wasn't this superstar's match yet, he obviously had something to say. It's amazing, I'm the reason,
Everybody fired up this evening.
I'm exhausted, barely breathing,
Holding on to what I believe in.
No matter what you'll never take that from me,
My reign is as far as your eyes can see.Justin begins to walk down the ramp, halfway down, he starts running and slides into the ring. Once he does he quickly, almost instantly, gets back to his feet and pauses as he looks around. It's amazin', so amazin', so amazin', so amazin'
It's amazin', so amazin', so amazin', so amazin'
It's amazin'
(Let's go)He shakes his head. He wasn't satisfied with what the crowd was giving him so far, he needed a bigger reaction, to be sure they were paying attention. While walking over to a corner, he raises his hand over his head, and then points to the back of his jersey, reading his last name. He steps up on the middle turn buckle and does a Triple H flex. The crowd gives out a little bigger reaction to Justin. I'm a monster, I'm a killer,
I know I'm wrong, yeah,
I'm a problem that'll never ever be solved.
And no matter what you'll never take that from me,
My reign is as far as your eyes can see.
It's amazin', so amazin', so amazin', so amazin'
It's amazin', so amazin', so amazin', so amazin'
It's amazin'
(Let's go)Justin hops off the turnbuckles as the music fades. He walks around the ring a little. He walks over towards the ropes and reaches out, to which he is handed a mic. He walks to the middle of the ring.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 9:28 pm
Justin rose the mic to his mouth.
"Alright chill, chill. I told you guys Id rap for you every night. But this night is a special night, the night of the House Party, so lets blast the roof off this place!"
Justin said the last few words louder. The crowd gave some cheer's, hoping the entertainment to come would be good.
"Yo, Ive got a title shot tonight against three others.
They should'a stayed home with there mothers.
I'm the biggest playa here, nobody stands a chance.
They better be ready, this ain't no little four way dance.
I'll be tearing up the arena, trashing everyone in my way.
Them girls better be prepared, cause I'm not here to play."
Justin walked around the ring for a second as the crowd was starting to get into Justin.
"Yo, Karen, Lauri, whoever you are.
I'm taking the title, so back off for this superstar.
Roxxi, I'll destroy your winning dreams and thoughts, no matter what you think.
When I'm done, you'll just be unwanted trashed ink.
Joey, I'll be sure you leave that ring in need of stitches.
This isn't a fatal four way, this is me serving three --"
Justin raised the mic for the crowd to say the last word. The crowd gave some cheer's and applause for Justin, as others boo'd, not liking the entertainment he gave. Justin was obviously ready his trash can match tonight. He was sure to leave with the National title around his waist.
((Interruptions welcome, preferably by someone in my match however.))
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 6:42 am
He who makes a beast out of himself,
gets rid of the pain of being a man!
As the guitars and drums made their echos through out the building, there is only one man that stands behind this insanity. That man is non other than the Black Rider, Damian Le. He brought in a weapon of choice that many diplomats use. One that echoes his rants and crazed insults.
The Rider chooses to not move from his spot from which he enters. Instead, he chose to rant.
"You are looking at one of the last holders of that NATIONAL TITLE you so brag about. You are looking at the one who GAVE HIS SWEAT AND TEARS FOR THAT TITLE. You are looking at the Black Rider...Damian Le."
Those who hadn't saw his changed attitude suddenly questions his motives. For those who does, they instantly booed.
"I deserved to have a piece of that pie! Where's my piece? TELL ME! WHERE'S MY PIECE!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 11:28 am
No one was coming out to talk back to Justin, not even someone from his match. Justin began to walk towards the ropes to hand the mic off, when he suddenly heard music and turned towards the stage. He see's a man walk out, one he's never seen before, or noticed. Justin listened to his rant, as he stayed over on the stage, holding his weapon.
Justin smiled like he just finished listening to a retarded person trying to talk big. "What? Your slice? You want a slice of that pie?" Justin shook his head for a second, making it sound like what Damian had just said was very stupid. "Well, Damian, I'll give you your props for holding the title. However, by the end of my match, I'll be the new National Champion!" Justin got some cheer's, mostly because they didn't like Damian, the rest were because Justin actually had some fans out there. "As for you wondering where 'your slice of the pie' is, you don't get one. I do, cause I'm better then you. That is why I'm in that match, and your not. That is why you no longer hold the title, and I will." The crowd cheered again.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 5:56 pm
"The only reason why is that you are going to be EEW's answer to John Cena!" The crowd boos.
"I held back my potential so that I can allow others to go ahead. I felt that I did not have what it takes to even hold a title in EEW. Fact was that I was a protector of pro-wrestling. But then I had a revelation...a revelation in that in order to get what you want...you have to TAKE IT! I quit playing the all so nice guy. A person who fights for the betterment of pro-wrestling is no more."
The crowd chanted, "You suck!"
Damian shakes his head.
"I had enough of this childish game. I have enough honor to not attack you right now. An honor that many sorely lack by the way. However, whether it is Speed, Burn, or Drown...I shall make my voice be heard once again. I shall echo it far into your minds. And that's because I am the Black Rider, Damian Le!"
Damian started to leave without music.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 6:04 pm
Justin shakes his head after he listens to Damian rant and leave.
"This ladies and gentlemen, is a sad example of some of the contracts EEW has been signing." The crowd boo's. "Thankfully, we have good talent who will excel high up the ladder!" The crowd cheer's as Justin smiles.
Justin steps between the ropes and hops out of the ring, leaving the mic behind. He has a match to prepare for.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 4:46 pm
 ((Permission from iRedbull...Also, this post is based on Damian started to leave without music)) Suddenly, from behind the curtain Andrew Matthews burst out with a steel chair, swinging it towards Damian in a cheap attempt to level him. Andrew was here to deal with Justin, he didn't need some punk in the way, regardless of whether or not he was leaving.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 4:50 pm
Justin instantly stopped at the end of the ramp when he seen Andrew come running out and swinging a steel chair at Damian. Justin took his glasses off and put them in his pocket. He tilted his head a little in confusion. What was Andrew doing out here? Maybe he wanted to finish what they had started when Justin first came into EEW.
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Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 4:08 pm
((Screw it, iRedbull and I need to move on...And let's face it, you can't really counter that--Perfect timing...))
Andrew leveled Damian with the weapon, sending him to the floor in mere seconds. He raised the bent chair above his head like a trophy before throwing it down on top of him. He directed his attention to Justin, pulling a mic from his vest and lifting it to his facemask.
"Well...Well, Well...If it isn't the Amazing Justin Amaze..."
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Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 4:16 pm
Justin watched Andrew as he spoke. He looked to his left at some of the crew and putting a hand out, signaling for a mic. After a small delay from the slow crew, Justin finally got a mic in hand again and raised it to speak.
"And if it isn't Andrew Matthew's, the guy who attacked me my first few minutes here in EEW. And what is it that you want or have to say?"
Justin crossed his arms, waiting for Andrew to speak.
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Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 4:20 pm
Andrew lifted the mic back up to his face. "How is it...That Lucas and I get screwed out of our PPV match...But you get handed a title shot like all the other punks born with silver spoons in their mouths..." He said, coldly.
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Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 4:30 pm
Justin smiled after hearing Andrew talk. Raising the mic back to his mouth.
"You want to know why I got a title shot, where you didn't even get a match at all? Well, that's simple, in fact, I just told this to the trash you just took care of."
Justin said pointing to Damian.
"It's because I'm better then you. It's because, unlike you, Ive got amazing talent. It's because I'm a worthy champion."
Justin got cheer's.
"And after my match, a new National Champion will be crowned. The most amazing National Champion, me!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 4:36 pm
"Hey--HEY!" He shouted at the fans cheering. "NO, NO! NO! NO! NO!" He shouted more. "No Justin! You are some John Cena replica, walkin' around with baggy pants and 'spittin' rhymes' Thinkin' you're all 'ballin' when all you did was stumble upon a lucky title shot while real talent is shoved aside because we don't bow down to the fans!" He was seething.
"In a one on one fight I would mop the floor with you Amazing!" He added, leaving a quick moment for Justin to talk.
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Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 4:48 pm
"What?" Justin said without talking into the mic. He looked at the crowed then back at Andrew.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, lets get one thing straight. I ain't no John Cena. In fact, I'm better then him, I'm better then you, and I'm clearly better then all the talent being 'shoved aside'."
Justin said getting a bit angry, being compared to someone else.
"I'm Justin Amaze, and the most Amazing playa in this business, and I'm going to make sure everybody understands that. First I'm going to win the National Championship, then I'll deal with you, and I promise it won't take me long to shut you up."
Justin said, lowering the mic. Andrew was starting to make Justin very mad, but he couldn't lose his cool. He still had a title match to prepare for.
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Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 5:00 pm
"Someone needs to put you in your place..." Andrew retaliated verbally, without the use of the mic.
He lifted the mic to his facemask "Lets see how much game you'll be talkin' when I make you swallow your teeth...And how much playin' you'll be doin' when I leave you a broken, little boy in the center of that ring..." Andrew said, taking a pause to stare at the EEW fans.
"You are NOT better than me, that's for certain...NO ONE...Is better than ME, and that's whats ballin, playa..." He said, insulting Justin. "And how can you be so certain that you're better than everyone else....When everyone else is as low, pathetic, and worthless as you..."
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