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 Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 1:33 pm
number 1 contender's match for Undisputed title
First Blood Fatal Fourway Elimination.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 2:21 pm
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 first, 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 rests against the turnbuckle as the music dies down and he waits for his opponents.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 3:22 pm
For someone who had been back for such a short time, the bathing of the arena in a mix of silver and purple lights already seemed familiar to so many in attendance, much like the first rise of the song "Glitter and Trauma" by Biffy Clyro, the distorted opening tune leading up to the early crescendo, at which point, the red headed Scot would burst through the curtain's from the Gorilla position and into the light.
Bouncing on his toes back and forth he shook his head in time with the rising and falling audience, who in turn, as they always did, jumped in time with the beat of the music. Normally, the first road in a new company isn't as monumental and career setting as Donny's currently was, and he had already taken a bruise or two, but he was on tonight, and the crowd could see that as he made his way to the ring.
Focused as he was, he didn't reach out as he normally did to the fans, instead it was a straight and determined path to the ring steps, ascending quickly to the ring apron where he stopped and sat on the middle rope mid way into the ring, casting a glad eye over the fans who cheered him as he pointed to a sign that read "Donny the Shocker" unable to stifle a chuckle at the double entendre.
Hopping into the ring, he grinned at Cross with a small nod towards him, still bopping a little as his music died away and they awaited their other two opponents.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 4:17 pm
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 one again. 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 superstar, everyone knew who he was, but 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 men in the ring, 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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JayLightning generated a random number between
1 and 27 ...
12!
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 9:46 pm
Oh hai, have your match type 8D
1. Ambulance Match
2. Battle Royal
3. Blindfold match
4. Boiler Room Match
5. Buried Alive Match
6. Casket Match
7. I Quit Match
8. Inferno Match
9. Steel Cage
10. Iron Man Match
11. Hardcore Match
12. First Blood Match
13. TLC Match
14. Ladder Match
15. Tables Match
16. 5 Count Pin Match
17. Backstage Match
18. 5 Count Anywhere
19. Lion's Den match
20. Gangsta's Paradise
21. Taped Fist match
22. Strap matc
23. Table Cage
24. 6 Sided Ring Match
25. American Hybrid Strongstyle Rules"
26. Relaxed Rules Match
27. General Manage Room Match
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 10:13 am
((So is it first to make someone bleed or if you bleed, you're eliminated?))
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 5:04 am
I know we will be free again ..
BRING IT ON HOME!
The house lights turned off before slowly pulsing back to life. As the beat once again kicked in, several green spotlights around the arena shot in to life, sending flashes of viridian light flying across the fans.
Bring it on home!
A rogue greens spotlight hit the centre of the stage ..
Nuke Fusion rose from the ground, his arms crossed and his head down. As he looked up and rose a fist in to the air, a single pyro shot out from behind him, exploding in the air and sending emerald sparks over the stage and ramp, which Nuke began to walk down.
His eyes dead-set on the ring, Nuke then sprinted from the bottom of the ramp, sliding in under the bottom rope before getting to his feet quickly. Running and taking a high jump at a near turnbuckle, he looked out across the crowd, the flashing house lights and shooting green spotlights reflecting off from his signature green shades, a light show of it's own emerging.
Jumping down to await his opponent, he immediately turned his sights on Donny, calling for Mr. X to take on Xavier Cross. He stepped forward, immediately aiming a hard right hand to the forehead of his new target.
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 11:33 am
Mr. X watched the remaining WWFG Superstar enter the ring for this contender's match, Nuke Fusion. As he entered, Mr. X backed up, giving the man his space and well time to gloat and flash his guns towards the crowd. He looked over to Xavier and Donny and then back at Nuke. The bell had just rung and Mr. X received instructions to attack Xavier--- He had no reason not to. He rushed the man immediately attempt to bring him into a defensive stance with a flurry of punches.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 9:29 am
The rather forward approach caught Donny of guard, taking the blow to the fore head. It was early though, and Donny didn't even need his instincts to fire a blow back, aiming a right of his own at Nuke's jaw.
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 4:02 am
Xavier was unable to defend himself from the onslaught of punches Mr. X was giving him. He waits for an opening to defend himself by going for a few forearm smashes to force Mr. X to back away.
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 8:42 am
Xavier's forearm seemed to fly past the fist of Mr. X and was able to catch him in the jaw which abruptly stopped his attacks. He staggered back uncontrollably, being caught off guard and fell back into the ropes on the other side of the ring, barely catching himself. He rose his left hand to his chin and rubbed it thoughtfully, trying to ease the pain.
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 10:39 am
The right caught Nuke and he backed up a step, before quickly regaining his composure and attempting to bring his knee hard in to the gut of Donny.
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 8:12 am
Xavier follows Mr. X and tries to grab for his arm to whip him across the ring to the other ropes. If that works, Xavier will go for a spinning sole butt to Mr. X's gut on the rebound.
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 2:13 pm
Mr. X wiped his chin with his right thumb and slowly carried himself off the ropes, but it seem it would have sort of assistance. Xavier had followed him all the way back when he had struck earlier and he looked to follow up his counter attack obviously. Mr. X had been jerked in the opposing direction uncontrollably and rebounded off the ropes only to drop right on to his a** by the sole butt. He fell back onto his backside, holding his gut in pain.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 5:50 am
If Mr. X brought himself up to a seating position, Xavier will go for a low dropkick to his face to send him back down, keeping on the offense.
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