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 Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 1:32 pm
#1 contender for Undisputed Title
Landry vs Brody
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 5:50 pm
As soon as the ring had been cleared from the last match, a new, then unheard song hit the sound system with a thunder of drums and guitar. As Motorhead's "I'm The Doctor" hit the system, half of the house lights went blue and the crowd began to cheer, giving a guess at who was going to show up.....
"I know the way you feel. I know it ain't too good.
I know it feels like there's detergent in your blood.
But don't you worry, gonna make you feel alright;
I'm gonna lift your black depression, help you through the night!
I'm your man.
You know I'll help you if I can,
Cos' I'm your Doctor
Not one to leave a cheering crowd waiting, Brody charged through the backstage opening and into a sea of cheers. A large smile stretched across his face as he came to a stop near the edge of the stage. he took a quick moment to look out at the fans for a moment, momentarily taking everything in. It was Wrestlemania, and he had a chance at the title staring him directly in the face. Only Landry stood in his way. It would be tough, but he could pull it out if he needed to. Shaking out his head, he started down the ramp, slapping hands as he made his way to the ring.
"Introducing First......
From Zanesville Ohio, weighing in at 264 lbs, Brody Robinson!"
When he reach the end of the ramp, Brody increased his speed, and took a running dive in under the bottom rope. Rolling to a stop a few feet past the ropes, he pushed himself off the ground and ran to the left turnbuckle on the opposite side of the ring. Jumping up to the second rope, he threw his arms up a few times, trying to get everyone in the crowd pumped up for the match. He was excited to be here, and he wanted this one to be great. After dropping his arms for the last time, he nodded as he scanned the crowd once more, before stepping backwards to the mat. Turning to the stage, he began to bounce up and down, trying to keep his blood flowing. He didn't have the momentum going from the last show, and he needed to keep himself ready as an extra precaution.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 3:18 pm
Rise Against -- Re: Education Through Labor
The arena went dark and multiple flashing white lights filled the stadium. The lights synced up with the bass line until the pace picked up and all the lights went on, an white pyro display going off on the stage. When it died down, the returning Mike Landry appeared on the stage. The previously mixed reaction was now almost completely one sided with cheers towards the Innovater.
To the sound of a heartbeat pounding away
To the rhythm of the awful rusted machines
We toss and turn but don't sleep
Each breath we take makes us thieves
Like causes without rebels
Just talk but promise nothing else
We crawl on our knees for you
Under a sky no longer blue
We sweat all day long for you
But we sow seeds to see us through
Because sometimes dreams just don't come true
We wait to reap what we are due
"And introducing his opponent from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 240 pounds, The Innovater, Mike Landry!"
Landry marched straight down the ramp with fire in his eyes and purpose in his step, eyes locked on Brody as he hopped up onto the apron. He stood there for a moment, staring into his eyes as his music blared, trying to read just exactly which Brody had showed up tonight. Landry slid in between the ropes and jumped up onto the turnbuckle, hitting his classic pose to a big pop before dismounting and facing his opponent once again.
So much was at stake tonight: this was Landry's first shot at being number one contender to the WWFG title, and yet he also wanted to prove to the world, but mostly to Brody, what he could be. For that to happen, Landry would have to lose legitimately. For either outcome to be achieved, Landry would have to give it his all, and so that's what he was prepared to bring tonight.
Ding
Ding
Ding
Landry circled with Brody, sizing him up still.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 5:53 pm
((Sorry about the wait. Hasn't been a fun week.))
Brody kept himself a reasonable distance from Mike as they circled each other. He'd already lost the overbearing smile, and a more hardened, determined face took it's place. He made no attempt to hide his need to win this. This was his moment, he just needed to rise to it.
Stepping into the center of the ring, he lifted his arms into the air, trying to kick the match off the old fashioned way with a simple tie-up.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 10:06 pm
Landry stepped forward to accept the tie-up. He tried to gain an advantage quickly by sliding behind Brody for a hammerlock.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 8:19 am
Landry easily moved Brody's arm into the hammerlock position, and the strain pulled lightly at his shoulder. But knowing Landry, he knew if he didn't get out, it would get worse real fast. Taking action, Brody tried to fight his way out by throwing his elbow backwards, hoping to hit Landry hard enough to get free.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 3:33 pm
The elbow connects on the jaw and forces Landry off the hold, taking a few steps backwards.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 7:43 pm
Taking as little time as he could, Brody started to spin himself around while bringing his right hand back for a strike. He wasn't sure if he was even close to hitting Mike, but the momentum behind the punch would knock Landry for a loop if it connected. With his face finally forward, he swung his fist forward in Landry's general direction, hoping to score a decisive punch.
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 5:48 am
Landry was hit hard by the wild punch and it spun him around, sending him to the ropes where he rested his upper body. He held his chin, and a devious smile etched across his face.
"Now THAT'S what I'm talking about!"
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 6:15 pm
Brody, shocked that the punch had actually been effective, started to shake out his right hand while he thought up a new plan. It had hurt him much more than he thought it would, and the sting was still running up his arm. He figured he wouldn't be able to use his right hand for a while.
Keeping the right hand at his chest, Brody stepped forward and lifted his other fist, attempting to drive a second strike into Landry's head.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 8:26 pm
Fool him once, shame on you, fool him twice, shame on him. Landry ducked the second heavy haymaker to try and get behind Brody. If he got that far he'd try to wrap his arms around Brody's waist then run him to the ropes, then bring him into a victory roll.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 11:23 am
((Probably could have auto won by now, but there's a week left before I NEED to spring something, so i'll just do a hit for now))
The Victory roll attempt succeeds and Brody is rolled onto his shoulders with Landry ontop of him
"1...2..."
But Brody's powerful frame is enough to shove Landry off the pin and escape. Landry runs for the ropes immediatly and rebounds, attempting a low leg lariat to Brody's head once he sits up.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 6:58 pm
As soon as he reflexively kicked out of the pin, Brody briefly wondered what had just happened. Moving to get up, he didn't pay attention to Landry, and took a leg to the face for his trouble. His head slammed back down to the mat, and he rolled onto his side, both hands holding his head.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 7:15 pm
Landry scrambled back to his feet and attempted to hook two legs for a pin. He knew he wasn't going to pick up a win, he just wanted to create a sense of urgency to Brody to let him know exactly what it would take to keep up with him tonight.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 12:17 pm
One.....Tw!
The ref's hand barely came down for the second count before Brody's shoulder shot up from it's resting place on the mat. His head was still pounding from the Lariat, but he knee he would need to push past it if he needed to win. Trying to figure out a way to gain back the advantage, he climbed back to his feet as soon as he was free, keeping his distance from Mike for the moment.
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