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 Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 10:42 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 10:30 pm
"It's time to AMAZE!A loud voice sounded in the CWL arena! A voice not yet heard before in CWL, but a voice that was indeed memorable! After competing in many feds, it was starting to become clear to nearly everyone in the arena that The Amazing One was in the building! You're unbelievable - ble - ble - ble - ble
ble - ble - ble - ble
ble - ble - ble - ble"Now that's AMAZING! As Unbelievable by Thousand Foot Krutch began to blast throughout the CWL arena, a voice could be heard during the guitar rifts(at about 0:18 into the song)! People began to cheer, as Justin was known to be the good guy in most of the feds he's competed in. He was loved and respected by A LOT of people! But there was also A LOT of people who disliked him. That's why boos could also be heard. Either way, The Canadian Standard came walking out to a nice welcome, and had a smile on his face. He wore his normal Canadian Standard attire as he began to walk down the ramp. On his way, he slapped a few open hands on one side, and then did the same on the other side. Check the method when I constantly flow,
No joke like the pronto, loud so,
John Doe up in his condo in Toronto,
Can hear the way foot comes down,
Just to give you the run down,
Krutch be droppin' it, daybreak to sundown,
When the smoke clears,
Who you think'll be standin' there?
Grippin' four mics,
Swingin' the cords up in the air"Please welcome to the ring, "The Canadian Standard" Justin Amaze!"Justin neared the ring and slid in under the bottom rope, pushing himself to his feet right after. He walked over to a corner and hopped up onto the middle turnbuckle. He raised his fists into the air and got a loud pop from the crowd! Justin took his glasses off and tossed them into the crowd. He then hopped off the turnbuckle and walked over to the corner opposite, and hopped up. He raised his fists into the air and got another loud pop from the crowd! He was sure feeling welcomed. Justin then pulled another pair of glasses out of his pocket, and tossed them into the crowd. He hopped back off and walked into the middle of the ring. Like cowboys,
We be rockin' the territory in this rap game,
'n' CHRIST blessed us with the octane,
The same name,
Who created the world in seven days,
Will change ya life, you'd be amazed,
Man, don't trip, we goin' carry on with the function,
Krutch preparin' the power punch 'n'
(Chorus)
The things, you say,
Your words will never push me away,
The things, you say,...
You're unbelievable,... you're so unbelievableJustin's music began to fade, and then he signaled for a mic. He was tossed a mic, and caught it. However, the chants of his name were currently too loud for him to speak.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 11:50 pm
After the chants slowly died down, Justin raised the mic to his mouth. "Most of you, if not all of you, know me. My name is Justin Amaze, I'm The Canadian Standard." The cheers started again, but Justin raised a finger to silence them. "I know right? This is my first time here in CWL, and it seems like it's a nice place. As a constant main eventer, and have been a champ multiple times, I've decided to come over to EWA's 'developmental' show to speak. So here I am, in CWL!" The crowd cheered! "Am I impressed? No, that's for damn sure." The crowd booed. OH, IT'S TRUE. The crowd was booing The Canadian Standard!
"Oh what? Gonna get all up on my bad side when it's true? You have Yuke Clepsydra who's world champion because- no wait, let's stop right there. Yuke, world champion? Talk about overrated! Oh yeah, do you want this show to be overrated, or amazingrated? Yeah, figured so. Back onto what I was going with.. She's champion because none of these worthless rook's are deserving of it. How long has this place been open? Long enough that it could have decided two or three champions by now. Instead, not one of them have gotten better. They all still suck. What's this show teaching them? How to get worse? I'm thinking so." The crowd booed Justin again, but then there was silence from a lot of the crowd. Justin was actually on to a point here.
"Your tag team champions.. well.. I guess I should have stayed on the topic of overrated. The Damone's are your tag champs.. developed tag champs.. I'm sorry, but did we not just all admit that this was a developmental show? Right? Yeah, talk about ******** up booking. Give the rookies who need to prove something to us and show us they can do it. Because why all of you developed non brained superstars hold them titles, these guys fail at getting better and fail at proving themselves. As for the next title.. Your Junior Heavyweight championship.." Justin looked down at himself, him and his 270lb body of muscle. "Nobody cares about that." Justin definitely got booed for that one. But once again, there was still tons of people who didn't have a reaction at all, as they were almost believing him.
"Your mid card title.. there seems to be something funny going around with that. You see, CWL doesn't have an official champ for that title to be named. As, it can't be named since there is no official champ.. but there is a person holding the title and carrying it around.. not a developed person, but a rookie.. an undeserving rookie. This is what I want to focus on, as much of you should. The only rookie here that's close to a title, but also a rookie that's still quite undeserving. Let's get.. her? ... Alright, let's get her out here. ... Mallas? Fallas? Hallas? Am I getting close? Let's just call her Llama for now. Let's get Llama out here, shall we?" Justin lowered the mic to people booing him, watching the stage.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 12:51 am
The lights dim slightly and an edited version of Headstrong by Trapt begins to play. The first few words alone echo throughout the arena. I see your motives inside, decisions to hide Out came Miss Dallas Cruz, in her casual clothing rather than her ring gear this time. Her title was hiked up upon her shoulder proudly, and of course...her arrogant smirk plastered on her face. Back off I'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
Headstrong we're Headstrong
Back off I'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong and this is not where you belong
I can't give everything away
I won't give everything away The "champ" made her way down to the ring, flaunting her title along the way, high-fiving the hands of her fans while brushing off the boo's of her haters. Apparently, her large ego rubbed some people the wrong way. Hey...nothing wrong with self-confidence. Dallas climbed up the steps and entered the ring through the top and second rope, winking at the crowd as she made her way to grab a mic from the ring side assistant. She planted herself in front of Justin (making sure to keep a distance between them...just to be on the safe side) and eyed him from head to toe before chuckling to herself and bringing the mic up to her lips as the music faded. "I'm sorry...did I hear you correctly? Or did my ears deceive me? Me, the lovely Dallas Cruz, not worthy of my title? Dude, have you seen me in action? I'm...as you would say...amazing," Dallas winked at Justin as she said this before continuing. "Suuuure, I might have won the title due to a no show, but c'mon...I was prepared and ready to kick some a** as soon as I stepped into that ring. I worked hard to get that title match and I'll be damned if it was not rightfully earned." Dallas paced a bit as she spoke. She was getting a little worked up, but who could blame her? Someone who had no business in CWL stirring up trouble and accusing her of not being worthy to hold her own title wasn't just going to get brushed away that easily. "But as much as I would like to keep talking about myself, let's turn this conversation around for a bit," Dallas twirled her finger in a circle as she said this for emphases on "turning". "Aren't you "developed" as you say? What the hell are you doing in CWL, calling me out? I know I'm a big deal and all, but is that all you came here for? Just to run your mouth?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 1:27 am
Justin pointed at himself after Dallas was done talking and spoke without a mic. "Me?" Justin chuckled as he raised the mic to his mouth. "Dallas, just because you walk around with a set of boobs, have that deceiving wink, and hold a title that isn't yours, does not mean that a rookie like you has the authority to step up to me." Most of the crowd booed Justin. "Whoa, whoa, guys. Settle, I give her props. Finally doing something to step up and be noticed. Here Llama, it's on me." Justin took his hat off, and put it on her head, seeing as she was cocky enough to get in his face. "Oh right, that brings me to a question. What's your name? I mean like, you don't look like you eat like one, so might as well stop calling you it, right?" This was mostly Justin's excuse to look at her body. He looked back up at her.
"Dallas, you have not earned that title." He said while placing a finger on it. "You've faced no body's to get to this title. Hell, the last title holder no showed the match, proving he's a real no body. Yeah, this title is now prestigious, ain't it?" Justin rolled his eyes. "And yes, I am developed, Dallas. However, I am not out here just to talk. You see, I've signed a contract with CWL. Oh yes, I'm here to also compete in ring. It's just a shame for you, that you're the one who has to deal with me. But I guess that means you're getting noticed, considering I'm the most amazing around and all." Justin chuckled, boosting his ego.
His grin however, turned into a more serious look. "Dallas, lets see if you really do deserve that title or not, in a match. With The Canadian Standard! You think you're something, but you're not." The crowd booed Justin. "What? I'm serious guys, she isn't. But, I will make her worth something." While half the crowd booed, the other half were believing in what Justin was saying. He turned from facing the crowd to getting right up in Dallas' face. "When I'm done dropping you like the stuck up b***h you are, you will be championship material, if you have the nerve to accept my match, just like you had the nerve to get into my face." Justin lowered his mic, still in Dallas' face with a serious look.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 1:59 am
Dallas sneered, but held her ground, with her mic raised to her lips. "I figured. You come down here, talk a whole bunch of s**t and stick your nose where it shouldn't belong." She jabbed her finger in his chest as she spoke, mostly just to get under his skin. No, no, no, that doesn't settle well with me. Now you just managed to get on my bad side. Her cocky smirk was completely gone from her face, and Dallas was the type of people you'd have to watch out for when she stops smiling.
She stood tall and proud, despite having this man that was obviously larger that she was up in her face. Though, deep down...it was pretty unnerving. But of course, she couldn't let Justin and the crowd know that. "You really want to step into the ring with me? Fine...whatever. I'll give you the damn match," she said, rolling her eyes. "I'll show you, and everyone that doesn't thinking I deserve my title," Dallas turned to eye the crowd as she said the last few words before turning back to Justin, "That I should rightfully claim this title as mine. I'm done here. Next time we meet in the ring, you're going to regret ever calling me out."
Dallas dropped the mic and backed away from Justin before realizing she still had his hat on her head. She snatched it from her head and tossed it back at Justin, not caring it he caught it or not "Keep your ******** hat." With that, she exited the ring, visibly upset at what had just happened. Not even bothering to look at the fans, she walked up the ramp and disappeared backstage.
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