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Yukari Clepsydra Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 9:33 pm
 " Ladies and Gentlemen this will be a promo battle between Jack Jones and Xavier Walker, they'll be promoing about topics that I choose to give them. If they attack one another in this segment they'll be disqualified.
Introducing first"
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 6:56 am
 All of the lights in the arena shift down onto the stage, and there is one large spotlight shining boldly down into the center of the ring as “Dead Silence” blares onto the P.A. Then smoke-clouds form all over the stage, to the height of about three feet high, when a man comes walking out to the beat of the music, yet marching at his own pace, which is what makes him so unique.
Announcer- “Making his way to the ring…from Chicago, Illinois…weighing-in tonight at two hundred and fifty pounds…the self-proclaimed ‘Unimaginable Icon,’….Xavieeerrrrrrr…..WALKERRRR!!!”
Xavier makes his way down the ramp with a large smirk on his face and his arms stretched-out to the sides, showing-off his body set to all of the fans…especially the females, who he seems to be obsessed with. Then he pauses at the foot of the ramp, looks at the fans to each side of him, and begins to shout ‘What time is it!?! What time is it!?!’ And with that, he slaps the ramp in front of him with both of his hands before pointing two fingers high into the air with a confident expression pasted onto his face as pyrotechnics in the act of large fireworks are set off at the stage in black, gold, and white. Then Xavier runs forwards and slides into the ring. But tonight, he doesn't take a single piece of clothing off as he is not scheduled to compete. He stands up and walks around in a circle, thinking of a mindset while going into combat with his opponent, but shortly after, his face tells a different story. His face seems to be calm after all of his thinking, and he looks forwards to the promo beginning. Xavier waits a bit longer until he is brought a microphone from a crew technician. Then he ascends the mic up to his lips and begins to speak.
"Thanks for having me out here. I have no problem at all with this promo."
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 4:16 pm
A soft, quiet, evil laugh is heard as red smoke fills the arena. The lights dim, and the crowd goes dead silent. The laugh gets louder, before stopping.
I'm tired of being what you want me to be Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface I don't know what you're expecting of me Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes (Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow) Every step that I take is another mistake to you (Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there Become so tired, so much more aware I'm becoming this, all I want to do Is be more like me, and be less like you
Numb by Linking Park begins to play The red smoke begins to fade as white pyro shoots from the stage going outwards. Jack Jones walks out witht a slight grin on his face. He points his hands like guns, at the crowd behind the commentators, then he moved them outwards, following the pyro.
"And making his way to the ring, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, JACK JONES!"
Can't you see that you're smothering me Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control 'Cause everything that you thought I would be Has fallen apart right in front of you
Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow] Every step that I take is another mistake to you [Caught in the undertow,just caught in the undertow] And every second I waste is more than I can take
Jack walks down the middle of the ramp nervous about this promo. He walks around the ring to grab a mic before walking up the steps, and climbing into the ring.
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there become so tired, so much more aware I'm becoming this, all I want to do is be more like me, and be less like you
And I know I may end up failing too But I know you were just like me With someone disappointed in you
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there Become so tired, so much more aware I'm becoming this, all I want to do Is be more like me, and be less like you..... Jack raises the mic up to his mouth and begins to speak. "Thank you, for allowing me, to here."
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 4:19 pm
"Excellent now that you're here, it's gonna be the same rules as the previous promo battle. I'll have one of you promo about a veteran wrestler, and the other will promo about a thing. You can choose to praise that person or thing. Or you can insult them.
Let's see Xavier, you will be promoing about the vet known as Marxx. Jack, you'll be promoing about Hippos. Go!"
-either one of you can go first-
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Yukari Clepsydra Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 9:47 am
"Ahhhhh...I've heard that name more than I've even heard my own. And I'm still trying to figure out if that's a good thing or a bad thing."
Xavier shifts the microphone in his hand as he runs through some thoughts on Marxx. Then he pauses and looks at the ground, before looking back up and at all of the fans in attendance tonight.
"Marxx is a wise man. I'll give him that. He was one of the first to shoot me some advice when I first began to appear on the wrestling scene. I haven't had the opportunity to learn that much about him, but I've learned enough to tell that he's definitely someone to admire. Ever since I was a young kid trying to make it into the mainstream wrestling federations, I used to always watch some of the old-school wrestling that's long-gone now, and think 'That guy's actually pretty cool.' Marxx just has a special nag for exploiting his opponents, but now it's MY turn. It's my time to blossom and shine, so I can assure you that I'll soon put Marxx on notice of my athletic abilities. Me and Marxx are, however, not 100% on the same page. Nonetheless, I have the utmost respect for the man. I mean...he's phenomenal."
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 6:16 pm
"What's the matter, Jack? Forgot how to speak? A cat's got your tongue?"
Xavier begins to mock Jack as it seems that Jack has drifted off.
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