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 Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 10:14 pm
Announcer: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall where the winner will continue to the next round in the new EEW World title tournament!!
Introducing first..."
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 5:20 pm
It's dark and hell is hot. The lights dim to a dark red before flashing... Ain't no sunshine when it's on
Only darkness everyday A black hearse pulls into the arena. It stops in the middle of the entrance path. The door opens to reveal the former measuring stick of the company, the Snypa Rifle. Only one feeling can describe this return to EEW in over a year.
Home.
This is home.
"And introducing first: from St. Louis, Missouri- weighing in at 268 pounds... please welcome back to EEW, the Snypa Rifle!"
Snypa looks at the crowd. Not much has changed, despite this being the new EEW. Maybe things will be better in this company with new management. The last few heads have done nothing but hold him back. But perhaps it won't be the case. With a fresh start, Snypa can turn his attention to the one prize that he's always been denied: the EEW Championship.
These thoughts run through Snypa's head as he walks down the aisle from his hearse before stopping.
But this match marks step one: bumping off the God of Punks, Matt Shanahan.
Snypa blinks his eyes as he grabs the middle rope to pull himself onto the apron before stepping between the ropes. He slides his robe off to give to an outside official before reaching the middle of the ring.
Falling to his knees and throwing an arm into the air, Snypa closes his hand into a fists and lightning shoots up from all four corners as a tribute to the god Raijin before standing up and awaiting his opponent, his hand gripping at his baton on his hip.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 2:09 pm
The lights flashed to a blood red as the opening riff to 'Almost Easy' by Avenged Sevenfold blared through-out the arena. Flames exploded from the stage as the main verse kicked in.
I feel insane every single time...
I'm asked to compromise!
Cause I'm afraid and stuck in my ways...
And that's the way it stay-ay-ay-ays!
So how long did I expect love,
To out weigh ignorance?
By that look on your face,
I may have forced the scale to tip!
Matt Shanahan came running out from behind the curtain, greeted by cheers of the many EEW fans. He stood near the edge of the stage as he lowered his shades, his eyes scanning the crowd with awe. EEW was back, and so was he. He pulled off the shades and tossed them out to the fans, before walking down the ramp.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, hailing from Philadephia, Pennsylvana... Weighing in at 326 pounds... He is 6 feet and 8 inches... He is The God of Punks! Maaaaatt.... SHANAHAN!!!"
The God of Punks grabbed onto the top rope and pulled himself onto the apron, before stepping over the tope rope and into the ring. Climbing up to the top of the nearest turnbuckle, he slowly raised his arms in the air, his baseball bat in one hand and his four fingers extended in the air with the other, signally The Chapter Four. Shanahan climbed down and turned to Snypa, an opponent he was eager to face. He loosed his grip on his baseball bat as he lightly tossed it into his corner. His classic smirk crosse his face, but not a word was spoken. He merely stood there, waiting to see what Snypa would do.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 3:27 pm
Snypa places one foot in front of the other, marking an invisible line in the mat and stepping back, as if daring Shanahan to cross.
((Didn't think you'd show. rofl ))
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 3:52 pm
((You think I'd miss this? razz ))
Shanahan's cocky attitude could very well be his downfall, as he stepped forward, letting the tip of his shoe pass "The Line." He stared into Snypa's eyes, daring him to make a move.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 5:47 pm
Okay, then Shanahan can pay for it with the first punch attempt.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 7:51 pm
The God of Punk's skull was rocked the punch, causing his head to turn to the side. He turned back, and attemped to bring his forearm up in the air... And crashing down onto Snypa's skull!
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 9:20 am
Now it's Snypa's turn to cringe, making him back up a few steps. However, he'll answer with a knife-edged chop attempt.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 2:48 pm
SMACK!
That was the sound that echoed through-out the arena as the chop connected to Shanahan's chest, causing him to step back and grit his teeth in pain! But no, this wasn't over! He came back at Snypa, going for a right hook to his jaw!
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 5:42 pm
The 17.5th Red Ranger ducks under the 17.5 Silver Ranger's punch attempt, attempting to come up with an uppercut.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 8:05 am
Matt was hit with the uppercut, causing him to step backwards once again!
"... Oh, that tears it!"
Shanahan charged at Snypa, attempting to tackle him to the ground! If he managed to, he would try to rain down some fists onto his skull!
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 10:38 am
Snypa smiles.
"Toro! Toro!"
As Matt rushes, Snypa attempts to leapfrog over him into a three-point stance. If the God of Punks turns around, Snypa will possibly hit him with a three-point clothesline.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 1:03 pm
Snypa was over Shanahan's back in the blink of an eye! Instead of turning around, Matt kept running and hit the ropes, before rebounding back to the Red Ranger! Snypa was ready for a clothesline, but he wasn't going to be the only one; The God of Punks attempted to hit Snypa with a clothesline of his own, both men going for the same move!
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 6:41 pm
rofl
Looks like both men have the same idea... do they both go down?
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 9:44 pm
One thing was certain; Shanahan didn't have time to duck. He was hit with Snypa's clothesline, knocking him down to his feet... But would his hit The Rifle?
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