|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 8:43 pm
Main Event
Nuke vs 1 of 3 people that could be the mystery person in the triple threat
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 12:25 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 1:25 am
The lights all shut down around the arena, as a trumpet sounded out around the PA system, Propane Nightmares coming to life ..
Large green spotlights came to life in random parts of the crowd, and soon began to move, gaining momentum and become more rapid as they twisted and turned past each other, as if looking for something .. or someone ..
Something's tearing me down
And I can't help but feel it's coming from you
She's a gunshot bride with a trigger
Cries, "I just wonder what we've gotten ourselves in to"
In a trail of fire I know we will be free again
In a trail of fire we will be one
In a trail of fire I burn before you bury me
Set your sights for the sun ..
As the strong drum and bass beat hit the arena, seemingly making it's foundations shake, strobe lighting then came to life. Each person's movement then became delayed. One green spotlight then started to flicker to life on the stage, as smoke started to fill up the floor of the ramp and tech area.
Mind is willing, soul remains
This woman cannot be saved
From the drawn in to the fire
Mind is willing, soul remains
This woman cannot be saved
From the drawn in to the fire
Anything to bring it on home ..
Bring it on home!
Bring it on home!
Bring it on home!
Rising from the center of the stage, Nuke stood with his head held up high, raising his arms out in the air. A barrage of emerald pyrotechnics shot off in two circles around him, both going seperate ways.
As the smoke died down, Nuke set in to a paced walk down the ramp, ignoring any fans who wanted to reach out and touch him. As he neared the ring, he set in to a run, sliding in to the ring and running up on to a turnbuckle, throwing his fist up in the air and shouting some war-driven words, the fans throwing out an immensely loud mixture of both cheers and heers his way.
Jumping down and doing the same on the other side, he then came down to the center of the ring, where the lights came back to normal and a green spotlight rested above the ring, illuminating both Nuke and the referee.
Awaiting his mystery opponent for the evening, 'The Prodigy' seemed focused and 100% ready for whoever was to walk out of the back.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 8:45 am
Rep yourself, rep your fam
Rep your health and rep your clan...
The lights turn to deep red, then sky blue, and silver strobe as the revving of an American muscle car can be heard. And then it happens: a sky blue Chevy Camaro from 1968 drives out into the arena. Behind the wheel is Snypa, who has been told by WWFG's via email and surprisingly, another company's management- that he has been booked in WWFG's match with Nuke Fusion, along with an open contract attached. Normally, Snypa believes in not getting mixed up in the affairs of another company while working for someone else. But the fact of having Nuke Fusion as an opponent is quite amusing. Luckily, he had pulled up in his ring gear and face paint after doing an autograph signing and testing of Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3 at Gamestop in the St. Louis Mills.
"Introducing his opponent: from St. Louis- weighing in at 260 pounds, the Snypa Rifle!"
Wow...a whole eight pounds.Snypa had been fasting for so long, he didn't even realize he dropped some weight. After driving down to the foot of the aisle, Snypa exits the car. He takes off his Violent Reaper shirt, putting it on a lucky fan before charging the ring and getting up to his knees, lightning striking the four posts as the lights return to normal and the Hardcore Kid takes to the center of the ring, staring down Fusion as he asks for a mic.
"Mind telling me what's going on here? I know we're having a match, so get to the point and leave out the projections onto me about you being the leader of some imaginary inbred committee or three extras toes I don't have."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 9:37 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 1:46 am
Nuke walked over to Snypa, taking the microphone from his grasps. He was about to get his answer.
"Well, well, well .. I really didn't expect to see you here. I mean, come on, of all people management choose to put me against; they pick you. Pathetic.
You want to know what's going on? Well, the thing is tha-"
Without a second's thought, Nuke then swung the microphone towards the head of Snypa, attempting to take him down before the match had even begun!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 2:26 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 5:59 am
Nice way to start their first match together as the Hardcore Kid is dropped with the cheap shot. And still has no answer as to what the hell's going on around here.
Yeah, this is only going to prolong the suffering of one Nuke Fusion.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 3:03 pm
As Snypa dropped to the mat hard, Nuke called out to the ref; "Start the damn match! Start the match right now!" .. In an instant, the bell was rung to signal the start of the match.
Nuke walked over and grabbed the ref by his collar, pushing him in to the turnbuckle. As he tried to fight back, Fusion stepped back and back handed him across the cheek!
This all happened in seconds, and the referee called for the bell once more.
".. And your winner, via disqualification .. Snypa Rifle!"
Nuke looked down at Snypa, and motioned for him to stand up. He lifted the microphone to his lips, a sinister tone emitting from between his lips.
"This is where the match really begins, and you and I both know this is how we wanted it to go down. Get the ******** up."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 8:23 pm
Snypa growls, immediately looking to take Nuke's knee out with a kick to it, before getting to his feet and viciously laying into the Briton with a series of rights if successful.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 8:50 am
Nuke is kicked in the knee, and the weight of his body makes his leg buckle, as he falls to the mat. Snypa jumped on the opportunity and came flying in with some hard rights, of which Nuke attempted to block by bringing his arms up to protect his face.
In an act of cowardice, Fusion moved his right hand and attempted to poke Snypa hard in the eye!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 9:36 am
And the eye of the Rifle has been poked, forcing him to back off for a second.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 4:01 am
Nuke swung his leg around the back of Snypa, hoping to sweep him off his legs. If successful, he would then attempt to move over and mount Snypa, aiming retaliation strikes to the face.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 6:44 am
((Thought they were standing. sweatdrop ))
Down goes Snypa as the blows rain down. After about five or six, the Hardcore Kid looks to reverse position. Even if the Prodigy has no intention to give him an explanation, Snypa can still deliver the beating.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 2:40 pm
[[ Snypa took out the knee of Nuke, and I explained that he buckled under the weight of his body to the ground. You then started striking him. Fusion then swept Rifle's legs away, so they were both on the mat.
Read back, you obviously weren't paying all that much attention. ]]
Nuke is flipped over, and a hail of strikes came down hard. Bringing his knees up to attempt to push Snypa away, he would then roll under the bottom rope and regain some composure.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
