|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 10:30 am
Deific Champion
Brody(c) vs Mr. X
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 7:54 am
The arena went dark for a moment as the sounds of growling and grunts echoed from a man's voice over the WWFG's large intercom. Cursing was heard loudly as well as the beat to DMX's 'What's My Name?', a remix to the song by the artist that he had re-written for a friend he had made some years back. The spotlights that had strategically set up around the arena had been flickering on and off in rhythm with the off key keyboarding until it got into a proper rhythm, but still flickering like mad.
"This is the ********' s**t I be talkin' about
Half rappin' a** ******** think it's a game? You think it's a ********' GAME?
COME ON!"
An explosion and a work of pyrotechnics erupted from the ramp and by the entrance of the titantron as Mr. X was seen exiting backstage to grace WWFG for the first time this year. It had been a long time since he had been here.
"MIS-TER X!
Come on, ride or die
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo!"
Mr. X facial expression was stern as the crowd as unsure if they should cheer or not to this "new" superstar, everyone knew who he was, nor did they know where his allegiance was; they still needed time to figure him out as he casually walked towards the ring, rather slowly staring up at the ring, a grim smug look upon his face at this point. Pausing in the middle of the ramp, he looked left to right as the lyrics played out.
What's! My! Name?! Mr. X and I be the best.
You see the rest they lookin' like they need a rest.
ONE! MORE! TIME! I'mma spit at you some s**t.
That's gon' get at you be ********' with your mind.
STOP TALKIN' s**t! Cuz you out there runnin' your mouth
And really don't know who you ******** with
HERE WE GO AGAIN!
How many times do I have to tell you rap niggas?
I have no friends.
Crossing his arms and staring back into the ring, Mr. X adjusted the bandages on his wrist that had been wrapped carefully before this match, his dark chestnut brown eyes again falling towards the ring as the lyrics continued to roll. Slowly moving to the ring steps, Mr. X examined the arena quickly again before climbing in just as the chorus began. His eyebrow risen slightly has climbed onto the nearest turnbuckle and rose his hands up, almost as if he had already achieved victory. His voice boomed with a manly war cry that still couldn't be heard over the eruption of sound from both the PA system and the crowd.
MIS-TER X!
If you want it we got it
Come and get it ***** we wit' it
All you gotta do is set it baby!
RIDE OR DIE!
What'cha niggas want, uh, uh
What'cha niggas want?!
MIS-TER X!
If you want it we got it
Come and get it ***** we wit' it
All you gotta do is set it baby!
RIDE OR DIE!
What'cha niggas want, uh, uh
What'cha niggas want?!
Mr. X flexed his large biceps to the crowd, his teeth baring as he finally jumped down off the turnbuckle and he turned to face the current champion, who be entering soon, moving his hands over his waist and cupping them as if he was holding a belt and he used to hands to signify that belt would soon be his...!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 2:47 am
[[Auto-Win for X?]]
Nuke Fusion was seen in the front row in the crowds, and was causing quite a spectacle as the fans awaited their Deific Champion, Brody Robinson. He was there signing autographs, as security sat around him to keep one of FG's most expensive Superstars 'safe'.
Was he out here to attack X, to continue the alliance that they initiated at the Royal Rumble, or was it simply because Nuke was the original Deific Champion?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 6:44 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 8:56 pm
(Sorry Nuke & X, and Sorry Brody..)
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
