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 Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 9:24 pm
Main Event
Nuke and Mr.X vs Jarel
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 12:44 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 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 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 referee, awaiting his partner and opponent.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 1:19 pm
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 their opponent, his mind was filled with what happened last week, as Jarel sent Nuke flying down to the canvas with a devastating Chokeslam. He had managed to get the better of his opponent, in his mind though, a** he had goaded the Dragon in to the attack.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 1:32 pm
Oh wah ah ah ah!
Down with the Sickness hits as flames burst up on the stage and the fans begin to cheer. Jarel Damone steps out onto the stage, the WWFG Undisputed title belt around his waist
"Making his way to the ring, from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 328 pounds, he is the WWFG Undisputed champion, Jarel Drako Damone!"
Jarel makes his way down the ramp and steps up onto the apron, then into the ring over the top rope. The Silver Dragon symbol is lowered to ring level and Jarel stands in front of it. He raises his fist and the symbol is lit up in flames as blue pyro bursts from the turnbuckles. Turning, he removes his coat and hands the belt to the referee, then turns to face his opponents for tonight
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 9:03 am
Mr. X admired the new champion's belt around his waist before he had handed it to the referee and then turned to Nuke, giving him a nod of acknowledge and then proceed to discuss who would go first.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 2:30 pm
Much to the fan's excitement, Nuke stood forward and made a comment that he wanted the first shot at Jarel. The anticipation for this match had grown from last week, when the Undisputed Champion had Chokeslammed Nuke; this was his chance to get back at him.
Stepping to the centre of the ring, he looked at the ref, as he called for the bell to be rung.
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2011 8:46 am
Mr. X had never faced Jarel before. He wasn't even sure if the two had ever been in the ring at the same time prior to this meeting. Whatever, he didn't care right now. Winning the match against this behemoth is what mattered. He nodded to Nuke, stepping behind the ropes and resting his feet on the apron. He'd rather scope out the competition before running head first with his eyes closed.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 4:58 pm
Jarel looks at X briefly before focusing on his number one contender and current opponent, Nuke. It didn't benefit him to rush this, so he waits, but gives a smirk to Nuke as he remembers giving him that chokeslam last week. perhaps he'll hit another one
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 10:17 am
Mr. X was in attendance when that chokeslam had hit, but he obviously wasn't out in the ring because if he had been, it probably would have been a different result. He slapped his hands against the turnbuckle and pumped his fist into the air, trying to cheer Nuke on. Hopefully they'd take down this big brute.
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 7:35 pm
(12 minutes later.
Nuke and Mr.X. when after the Russian Leg sweep/Fusion Cutter combo. )
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