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 Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 4:09 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 3:47 am
”Saint Jimmy” by Green Day blares across the arena...
St. Joey's coming down across the alleyway...
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade...
Lights on the silhouette...
He's insubordinate...
Coming at you on the count of One, Two...
One, Two, Three, Four!
A single pyro erupts from the base of the titantron, sending a shower of sparks onto the steel ramp below. The sparks are suddenly broken as Saint Joey leaps through the centre, protected from the sparks by a mask, hovering in the air! Smoke pours from his back, out of two pipes. He appears to be wearing some sort of jet pack. A spotlight shines down on him as he raises his sceptre above his head, before gently floating down. As the smoke stops, his long coat sways in the remaining breeze. The pack detaches from his back, and falls to the ground with a loud thud.
He bounces on his toes as he looks down, before raising his head and stretching his arms out wide in a crucifix shape, to a roar from the crowd.
The spotlight is still shining over him as he grins, before a sudden flash of light fills the arena with a bright, warm white light.
He runs down the ramp, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. He slides for a second before pushing himself to his feet, grin still in tact, and heads to the far turnbuckle. He jumps to the second rope, putting his hand over his eyes, looking over the audience as he takes off the mask. After a few seconds he drops the mask to the floor, lowering his arms to his sides and stands still, before taking a small jump to the top rope and flipping backwards to the mat, his coat swirling around, before landing on his feet. He rolls his shoulders back and bends his knees, taking off his coat and throwing it to the ropes. He then cracks his knuckles and shakes his head from side to side, before walking towards the ring ropes and placing his arm over the top, the ringside crew handing him a microphone…
He lifts the microphone to his mouth as he begins to speaks.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Tramps and Harlots... Making his GLORIOUS return to EEW... Former EEW Saint's champion, former member of the Renegades, the one and only, SAINT JOOOOEEEY!"
The crowd cheered Joey's return. It had been a long time since he had been in an EEW ring, but many fans still fondly remembered his old matches, his blood fueds with Jed and John Cardok, his run as a tag team, his alcoholic ways, his barbed wire bat, and his willingness to do anything to get to the top.
"Now, I'm sure you all remember the last time I was in this ring... When I said my fairwells to EEW. When I loudly proclaimed, in all righteousness, that "EEW lives!" Well, ladies and gentlemen, I left... And EEW did not live. EEW died. EEW died harder than disco. It's corpse became a rotting shell, a stain on our hallowed history in this business. But tonight, that is not the case. Tonight, thanks to my holy power, you shall see EEW RISE FROM THE GRAVE!"
The crowd cheered, and an EEW chant started. Despite the fact that Joey never achieved great status in EEW, he still fondly remembered it as his first real shot in the big-time, his first chance as a wrestler.
"You see, tonight is going to be a very special night. I have already performed miracles in and out of this ring. I have won a title after a match that lasted over a week, defeating one of the greatest men in this industry, Jed, to do so! I have fallen from the rafters after a powerbomb and died, right here, in the centre of a collapsed ring... And come back to life! But now, you get to see me perform another great task, a task of which the Patron Saint of England, Saint George himself, accomplished... Tonight, you get to see me SLAY A DRAGON! Drako... There is nothing you can do to stop me on my path to glory! My spirit shall shield me from your fire, my strength shall hold against your power! Drako, you will fall, because you are against, quite simply, the best wrestler in the world today! You are facing the one, the only, the greatest, the holiest, the Grim Reaper's pen pal!
SAAAAIIIIIINT
- ******** -
JOOOOEEEEY!"
Joey threw his microphone over the top rope as he grinned, jumping high as he slowly progressed towards the far corner. Once reaching his place, he started bouncing on his toes and flexing his arms as he waited for Drako to enter...
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 12:47 pm
laughter rings out in the arena over the PA as the bold words of Saint Joey come to a close.
"Funny, Joey, you talk a big game. But what you fail to realize is you stand in my stomping grounds. Just like the Tapout Mafia at One Night Stand, you're in for the beating of your life, and all from a guy who is physically smaller than you. You see, it's not the size of the Dragon that matters, it's the power behind his strikes. And I can assure you, tonight, you will face a dragon unlike those that insult the name that you may have faced before. So get ready, Saint ******** Joey, because the Soaring Dragon is above your holier than thou catch phrases and your supposed power. You will burn in the flames of your own stupidity here tonight."
the crowd cheers as Fall Back hits the PA and red and blue lights flash briefly. The lights dim and Drako makes his way out onto the stage as the cheers grow louder, his half of the EEW Tag Team championships in hand.
"And his opponent, from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 170 pounds, he is one half of the EEW Tag Team champions, Drako!"
Drako begins to make his way to the ring, slinging the title belt over his shoulder while keeping his eyes on Joey. Reaching the ring, he hops up onto the apron, then takes the title off his shoulder into his right hand. Raising both arms, flames burst up from the turnbuckles before the Soaring Dragon steps into the ring. He hands the title belt to the ref as the music dies out and he awaits the bell
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 10:39 am
Joey would promo back, but since Drako seemed determined to bury him six-feet under, and was seemingly more popular, he decided a war of words was the wrong way to go about this match. Instead, he would attempt to rush Drako with furious anger straight away, aiming to hit him with a knee to the gut.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 6:17 pm
Drako is caught with Joey's early fury, a knee to the gut forcing him to double over and fall back against the ropes, using them to remain on his feet
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 8:53 pm
After a successful first strike, and with Drako on the ropes, Joey had a choice of moves to go for. He decided that the most logical move to wear Drako down would be a wrestling classic, a staple of matches for as long as memory serves. That's right; Joey would attempt to throw Drako, forcing him to run to the opposite ropes with a DEVASTATING IRISH WHIP!*
*Note: Not Actually Devastating
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 12:57 pm
Drako is whipped to the opposite ropes and rebounds, then attempts to soar through the air and take joey down with a flying clothesline
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 7:36 am
As he whipped Drako, Joey bounced off of the ropes he was just against, hoping to get enough momentum for a high-impact collision... Only to see Drako coming towards him with a clothesline! Thinking fast, he quickly ducked, Drako's arm barely missing his face, before hitting the far ropes. On his return, he would see where Drako was, and would attempt a low dropkick, whether that be to his knee or his chest.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 2:40 pm
(you messed up the names again)
Drako misses his clothesline and hits the mat, rolling to a crouch, only to be met with a dropkick to his chest that takes him back to the mat
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 4:01 pm
Joey would quicky launch over to Drako to attempt an early pin.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 4:05 pm
one...t....
Drako kicks out, not worn down nearly enough to be pinned
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 4:07 pm
Drako kicked out of the pin, but Joey was more than expecting that. It was all a part of the grand scheme of things; wearing him down, so that he would eventually be too tired to fight back. But that was later. For now, Joey got to his feet, and would wait for Drako to do the same.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 4:12 pm
Drako gets to his feet and watches Joey, waiting for his next move
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 4:15 pm
Seeming to have lost momentum on that last, somewhat strange strategy of "letting the opponent get up," Joey would attempt to kick Drako in the gut, and then would try to take him back down with a snapmare.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 4:18 pm
Drako, however, catches Joey's foot. and looks to take him down instead with a dragon screw
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