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 Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 12:24 pm
Kid Omega vs "Saint" Jaykob O'Hara
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 3:19 pm
 Lovehatehero's I'll Make It To The Brigades blasts thru the arena as a young masked man appears from a flurry of smoke crawling out to the stage with a dog collar and chain wrapped around his neck insulting the crowd and motioning for them to back up as the announcer introduces him "Making his way to the ring from Anaheim,California weighing in at 215 lbs 'The Unstable' Kid OmegaKid then walks down the aisle mocking the fans and staring at them with a crazed look in his eyes he then climbs up to the apron and onto the turnbuckle and lifts his right arm once again flipping off the crowd once again before teasing to do a moonsault into the ring before shaking his head and simply jumping off the turnbuckle he looks out to the crowd and falls to a knee with his arms crossed in the straight-edge X with his middle finger out he then proceeds to remove his collar & chain, while taking his shirt off and teasing to throw it into the crowd but then tosses it down to ringside 
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 3:37 pm
The moment the shirt hit the mat the lights dimmed, leaving the audience in darkness, the fans who were moments ago booing started to cheer, they knew what was coming next. It was his first match but the combined hatred of Kid Omega's attitude, and the energy charged, fan friendly promos leading up to this, caused the crowd to erupt. The silence was cut as The Music hit, the lights black until....
1-2-3-4!
The arena lit up, and the green spotlights flashed across the arena, Jaykob O'Hara bursting onto the scene, dressed to compete, in a pair of long green tights, emblazoned with large black crosses on the outer thigh of each side, and running into a pair of knee pads, and knee high black ring boots. Jaykob came out roaring as usual, and bounce up and down, filled with energy. He stormed right off the stage leaping onto the security barricade, and standing over the fans, high-fiving, those at his feet, before turning and hopping to land on the ramp.
"Now making his way to the ring, in his debut match-up, from St.John's Newfoundland, Canada, weighing in at 221lbs. "Saint" Jaykob O'Hara!
Jaykob stopped for a moment to look down the aisle at his opponent in the ring, flashing Kid Omega a smile, before letting out another roar, and charging for the ring. As he near the apron he dived straight from the floor and under the bottom rope, rolling and before a quick, agile kip-up. Jaykob stood face to mask with Omega now, smiling ear to ear, and seeming to mouth something to him, barely audible above the crowd. "Have a little fun tonight!" He said grinning, and then, he calmly reached down and picked up Omega's shirt, casually, and balled it up tossing it out to the crowd, before turning back to Omega, and cocking an eyebrow as if to say, how about that?
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 4:21 pm
Omega looked at Jaykob with an unimpressed look in his eyes he was a bit peeved that his shirt was now in the hand of those ingrate fans of EEW but he didn't care he was ready for a match.
ding!
ding!
ding!
and with that the match started Omega offered up a Collar and Elbow Tie up to the Saint if he accepted he'd try to transtion it into an Armdrag Takedown
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 4:26 pm
Jaykob returned Omega's glare, clearly pleased with himself, as the bell rang. In an instant, the two locked up, both men roughly the same size, as the grappled, but Kid Omega knew what he was doing, and quickly snap off an arm drag, Jaykob taken off his feet and landing flat on his back. The Saint recovered quickly rolling off the attack with only minimal pause, and bouncing to his feet. As he took his stance, stepping back a bit, making some space between himself and his opponent, smiling still, he almost looked impressed, as he tried to predict Omega's next move, taking a defensive stance.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 4:33 pm
Omega smiled seems this newcomer had a little spring in his step, he knew this match was gonna be fun, he got to his feet and carefully walked over to Jaykob once again offering the Lock-Up but this time it'd be a feint he'd go instead for an attempt at a Shoot Kick to his opponents chest
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 4:42 pm
Jaykob paused for a brief moment, as Omega offered another lock-up. His face seemed to indicate that he was reconsidering the idea, however a moment later his smirk returned and he went for the lock-up, a show of good faith apparently. Bad idea, Jaykob stepped in he got a foot planted firmly into his chest. The Saint managed to stay on his feet, but he staggered back, several steps, back toward his opponent, as he leaned on the ropes, catching his breath.
Jaykob only took a moment to recover, and as he transitioned into a casual lean on the ropes he turned around to face Omega, the friendly smile replaced with a sinister smirk, eyes narrowed, and smouldering. Jaykob had his fill of the technical game with his opponent and decided to play to his strengths, as he could be heard exclaiming loudly over the crowd "Oh ******** it!" and he whipped around charging Omega, and going low, attempting a tackle take down, with intent to ground and pummel his opponent, Newfie style.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 4:49 pm
Ooh! Omega should have gone further into the assault because now he paid for it and got taken down by Jaykob's Tackle Takedown he landed on his back and stayed there a look of surprise on his masked face
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 4:53 pm
As Omega hit the mat back first Jaykob was quick on the follow up, pouncing up and coming down on top of his opponent, mounting and preparing to lay into him with a serious viscous blows to the face. "Raaaaaaaghhhhh!!!" Jaykob roared as the fists started to fly!
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 5:06 pm
Omega was downed and then suddenly he was pounced on by Jaykob and then a flurry of punches followed up as they kept raining down on him he tried to cover up to protect himself
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 5:12 pm
Jaykob slammed his fists into Omega, left, right, left, right, his opponent managing to cover himself up and stave off some of the blows but more than a few smacked hard on target. With another energy charged cheer Jaykob delivered one more right hand, as hard as he could to stun Omega temporarily, and then hopped to his feet, stepping back about a foot, and crouching low, watching his opponent, waiting for him to stagger to his feet, nice and groggy, then back off the ropes and go for a full out leaping clothesline. "Come on lad! Get up! Get up!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 6:40 pm
Omega stirred and moved slightly on the ground his head was hurting from the blows but he had to shake it off he turned himself around to his stomach and slowly crawled to the ropes he clung onto the middle and bottom one as he got to his knees he stayed there to try and draw Jaykob at him
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 4:49 am
Jaykob hopped back on his heels as Omega took to the ropes, nullifying his planned manoeuvre, Omega knew what he was doing in the ring. Unfortunately for Omega, Jaykob had an idea of it as well, flashing a smile at his opponent, and clapping his hands in a mock applause. The Saint then with the speed of a lightning bolt, turned right dashing for the ropes, and left his feet, performing a springboard off the middle rope, and sailing toward Omega on a diagonal path through the air. As he moved into the air Jaykob leaned back, and placed his feet together, attempting to hit Omega with a triangle dropkick, and send him sailing over the top rope.
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 2:10 pm
Omega got to his feet only to get taken off of them by The Saint's wicked Triangle Dropkick sending him sailing out of the ring and onto the ground below he laid there on the mat wondering what the hell just happened
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 2:20 pm
*SMACK!* The sounded echoed throughout the arena as Kid Omega got caught right on the jaw with The Saint's dropkick, and flipped over the the top rope. Jaykob collided with the mat coming of the dropkick, but he was on a roll, and was back on his feet without delay. The energy filled young competitor proceeded to charge around the ring, fists shaking as he roared as loudly as he could, inciting mighty cheers from the ground. After dashing in a quick circle, energy emanating from him he turned and charged for the ropes, running at top speed and grasping the top rope as he approached hurling himself out of the ring, and sailing toward the floor, attempting to land elbow first onto his opponent.
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