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 Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 9:30 pm
This is a Triple Threat Ladder Match for the Remnant Championship!
Good Luck!
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 11:22 pm
"I don't love how you love
but please don't leave me here alone
I don't feel how you feel
Well it's my fault I'm bones.
I don't die how you die
I can't just waste away
You keep changing your life
Everyday
"-Link-The lights switch to black light as the song begins to play and smoke begins to pour out along the entrance and up into the air. The crowd was quiet as they watched in awe and confusion at this strange entrance. Laser lights flashed and rotated during the entrance, never staying in one spot for long. Matt slowly crawled out onto the stage like he was trying to crawl through tar. His face and body paint glowing in the black light as well as his white clothes. He was at center stage when the music picked up and Matt suddenly jumped up to his feet and fireworks shot up and out towords the ring! The lights went back to normal and Matt made his way down the ramp on one side, high fiving fans and getting the crowd pumped. "FROM WASHINGTON DC, AT A WEIGHT OF 235 POUNDS........HE IS THE REINGING REMNANT CHAMPION............MATT DRAVEN!" Matt climbed the steel steps and walked about halfway on the apron and turned back to the fans that sat along the ramp. He raised a both arms up so his hands were near his face and extended his pointer, middle, thumb, and pinky were up and his ring fingers stayed curled like when they were in a fist. He leaned back against the ropes and tipped his head back and strectched out his arms and screamed upwards at the ceiling of the arena. Matt straightened back up and ducked underneathe the top rope and into the ring, he ran to aturnbuckle across the ring and hopped onto the second rung and repeated the taunt from earlier. Matt then got down and repeated the taunt on the other three turnbuckles in a clockwise order before climbing down and standing in the middle of the ring, and waited for the bell to ring. 
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 7:51 am
The arena went dark for a moment as the sounds of growling and grunts echoed from a man's voice over the WWE:E'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 WEE:E for the first time in his career.
"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, not 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 Matt Draven in 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, 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...!
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 9:58 am
Come on and light the fuse,
He's a rocket and he's ready to go!
Cause now the countdown has started
And he's ready to blow!
He's got the dope sounds pumping in a stereo (Echo!)
Kickin' A** fast,
Putting on a show! Announcer: "Introducing next, standing in at six feet even, weighing in at 226 pounds, reigning from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, he is The Mercenary, Xavier Crosss!" Xavier Cross comes out onto the stage to a roar of cheers from the crowd. He pumps his fist into the air and forms a gun with his hand. He lowers his hand and points it to the stage, pretending to fire a shot at it, smirking while doing so. Go on and get yourself together
There's no time to rest,
And if you put the time in
He'll put you to the test!
He's like a "running man"
In this world more is less!
And if you wanna test him best bring your best.
Don't make me spell it out,
Bring your best! Xavier makes a dash for the ring and dives through the ropes, sliding in half way. He jumps to his feet, makes his way to a turnbuckle and climbs it. He performs his second taunt by crossing his arms above his head, and forming guns with his hands. In this world (HIS WORLD!)
Where life is strong
In this world (HIS WORLD!)
Life's an open book!
In this world (HIS WORLD!)
Where compromise does not exist,
In his world, the flow's every step meets the rest! He smiles for the crowd, brushes his fingers through his hair, then hops down. He turns to face his opponents for the match and studies them both. He prepares himself as the ref checks all three men then calls for the bell to start the match.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 3:32 pm
"You think so do ya?" Matt shouted at X as the bell rang and the man still kept on making that gesture that belt was his. "You really think you can do it?" he said again as he took a step closer and nothing more. He didn't want to get too close and leave a opening for Cross to attack him after all. Too early in the match after all!
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 6:37 am
Mr. X was bouncing on his legs a little, his arms loosely swaying side to side as he looked at Xavier and then Matt. He grinned nodding his head, "I don't think homie, I just know."
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 1:16 pm
Xavier looks at the two wondering what they were thinking. Xavier knew what he was thinking. He was thinking about getting to that big bag of Ranch Doritos and bottle of root beer back in his duffel bag after this match was over. He carefully scans his opponents actions. They seem to be more focus on each other. Xavier eases in towards the middle of the ring, darting his eyes back and forth on the two guys waiting for them to make their move. Everything seems quite tense as the audience waits to see who'll strike first. And all Xavier could think about are those tasty Doritos.
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 10:03 pm
"Smartass....." Matt muttered to himself as he referred to Mista X in all his glory. Anyway, Matt looked from X to Cross, then back to X, then back to Cross. Who should he attack if he should attack at all? Why did he suddenly remember that he had a rather large bag of skittles back in the locker room? Man those skittles sure tasted good, they weren't those crappy sour ones. They were the classic Skittles. What would it be like if he started to be the spokesperson for the tastefully rainbow candy? Would it scare babies? He sure hoped not, he loved those little babies. Back to the match, Matt rushed at X and attempted to double him over with what he hoped was a surprise boot to the gut!
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 7:26 am
Xavier waited for the outcome of Matt's attack. If he connects with the big boot he would try and strike Matt from the back with a forearm smash.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 10:01 am
Mr. X hadn't been thinking about candy or chips, no. That sweet, sweet delicious Snickers bar laying in his locker sounded so good right about now. The man closed his eyes briefly and then grin he had on his face had widened significantly. Maybe the two in the ring with him would think he was crazy to be thinking about food at this moment in the middle of a title match. But obviously, he wouldn't tell him that his focus was elsewhere. Seconds later, Mr. X had heard pounding against the mat of the ring and he slowly opened his eyes to see Matt rushing at him. Uh oh. Maybe he should have kept his thoughts on the match. Attempting to brace himself as much as he could, to no avail, the boot came slamming into his gut and caused Mr. X to slouch over and nearly fall to one knee. He bent over, and staggered off to the side, some what winded.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 8:18 pm
Before Matt could follow up he was hit with a forearm in the back! He stumbled forwards a few steps before turning around and attempting to fire a straight punch at Cross' face!
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 10:26 pm
Xavier ducks the punch and goes for a double leg take down attempt.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 7:37 am
Mr. X saw this time as something he take advantage of and recover with. His gut wrenched a little and was sore from the wild boot that he took from Matt. His right hand gripped the middle of the rope as he slowly stood up straight, his hand moving away. He crouched slightly, awaiting for the result off Xavier's counter, so he could capitalize on a solid opportunity.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 11:29 am
Matt missed his mark by a mile and ended up having his legs taken out from underneath him! Which caused him to fall back onto the canvas.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 12:33 pm
While still holding onto Matt's legs, Xavier tries to go for a legdrop onto Matt's lower abdomen, ala Jeff Hardy.
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