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 Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 7:20 pm
Show Open
Jamie Bader and Rosario vs The Number Three and Drako
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 2:07 pm
 I backed my car into a cop car the other day
Well he just drove off sometimes life's ok
I ran my mouth off a bit too much oh what did I say
Well you just laughed it off it was all ok
And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on any way wellThe lights dimmed throughout the arena. Yellow and blue lights flashed on the stage and the ramp as a wall of fog blocked the curtain. Out of nowhere Jamie walked out, holding his arms out, angled, in his signature longhorn taunt. "The Following Tag-Team contest is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first! Making his way to the ring, from Decateur, Georgia! He weighs in at one-hundred and sixty-three pounds! Jamie Baaadeeerrr!" Jamie strolled down the ramp, turning around halfway down as he pointed at one of the fans wearing a 'You Suck' shirt. He walked over to him and pointed at the fan with one hand, then back at himself before knocking the fans hat off and backing away, barely avoiding the fan's attempts to lash out at him. "Too slow, loser." He said as he made an L shape with his thumb and pointed and motioned to the guy. He turned back to the ramp and laughed before quickly picking up speed. Jamie ran around to the right side of the ring and jumped, grabbing the middle rope as he slid to the end of the outer apron on one knee. He held onto the middle rope with his right hand and raised his left, pointing at the ceiling as the crowd boo'd him. Well, a fake Jamaican took every last dime with that scam
It was worth it just to learn from sleight-of-hand
Bad news comes don't you worry even when it lands
Good news will work its way to all them plans
We both got fired on the exactly the same day
Well we'll float on good news is on the way
And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on alright
Already we'll all float on
Now don't you worry we'll all float on
Alright already we'll all float on
Alright don't worry we'll all float onJamie stood and ducked under the top rope, entering the ring. He held his arms up with both hands clenched as his music died down. He removed his bandanna and shades and handed them to the ring hand. He pulled out his lone elbow pad that was sticking out of the back of his shorts and slipped it on his right arm. Now, Jamie was notorious for using a loaded elbow pad; so, as he backed into the corner, the ref had to check it twice while he patted down Jamie to make sure his gear checked out.
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 2:54 pm
The lights flickered red and black as control by Chaos by Heathen started to play across the wide speakers. On the Titantron the words Airplane appeared as the crowd immediatley booed. They weren't so happy with him right now, even though the crowd was kind of excited. This was like a little teaser for the big Hardcore match at the Royal Rumble. Then the lights turned back on as he walked out with an EGW shirt on. The crowd were even louder with his boo's as he did his signature opened armed taunt. Slowly bringing his hands hands together and when they touched two giant orange fireworks would go off. That would usually signal cheers but instead boo's came ragin in.
"From Houston Texas, The Airplane, Rosario!"
He would then continue his entrance as he walked down the ramp, ignoring the fans who were cursing him and yelling at him. He guessed it was due to his blatant disrespect ot a wrestler they loved but he didn't care. He then slid into the ring, looking at his partner and awaiting his opponent.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 3:36 pm
Fall back hits as blue and red lights flash briefly. The fans cheers as Drako once again steps out onto the stage and stares down to the ring.
"And their opponents. First, from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 170 pounds, the Soaring Dragon, Drako!"
Drako begins to make his way down the ramp. Along the way, he high fives a few fans and stops at the end of the ramp, looking into the ring. He hops up onto the apron and flames burst up from the turnbuckles before he steps into the ring through the ropes. The music dies out slowly as he awaits the arrival of his partner
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 7:54 pm
Jamie smirks as their is a long pause. The fan's looked around in confusion as there was no sign of Three.
Jamie walked over to the ropes facing the announce table and requested a mic. After a few seconds, Jamie approached the center of the ring, just smiling as he purse his lips a few inches from the mic.
"WELL!" He began as he walked in a circle. "I'm afraid I have some bad news! It seems our dear, dear freak--Erm, friend, Three, had a terrible accident backstage." He stated, pouting as the crowd's volume started to rise. "Ya' see, he tripped and hit his head on a lead pipe. Terrible, terrible accident; just awful." He twirled the mic as a sinister smile wound its way around Jamie's face.
He slowly turned his head to Drako as he stopped in place. "You know what that means, right?" He asked, staring at him. There was a brief pause and then he tossed the mic at, and rushed, Drako, attempting to kick him in the gut and start clubbing his back and the back of his head in a pre-match assault.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 8:00 pm
Rosario saw His partner go to rush an assault On Drako and would try to join by running up and attempting to swing a couple punches Towards Drako.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 4:08 pm
Drako knows this ploy all too well, and is waiting for the assault. He catches the mic and is kicked in the gut. he even takes a couple punches and such from the two, taking him down to his knees.
However, he'd caught the mic for a reason, and swings it up and attempts to clock jamie first in the jaw with it. should that connect, he'd stand and go for a quick headbutt to rosario's nose
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 6:33 pm
Jamie wasn't expecting such a quick shot. A slight screech echoed through the arena as the mic hit up right under the chin, knocking him backwards. He stumbled a few steps and landed on his butt. He held his jaw in pain and slowly began to get back up, hoping to keep the pressure on Drako. Unfortunately, the mic shot did do a number on his chin.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 7:54 pm
Rosario stepped back holding his head form the head butt, he wasn't expecting a comeback.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 12:54 pm
Drako tosses the mic and now goes to clothesline Rosario to the mat. should that work, he'd attempt a hard kick to the knee of Jamie to keep him down
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 2:31 pm
Rosario fell to the mat from the clothesline. He wasn't expecting that comeback and he was paying the price for enraging a beast.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 2:42 pm
As Jamie was struggling to get up, he saw Drako plow Rosario down and come after him. He quickly fell to his butt and started scooting away towards the turnbuckle. He had his right hand on his jaw and he was using his left arm to wave at his aggressor, begging him to back off as he shook his head from side to side.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 2:55 pm
Drako follows Jamie, and as he begs off, moves forward, attempting to kick him in the chest. From there, it'd be time to stomp a mudhole and walk it dry, as good ol' JR would say
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 3:07 pm
As Jamie backed into the turnbuckle, he realized that he had no where to go. He didn't have time to think as he began to get the ever-loving crap stomped out of him.
The crowd counted along with every stomp that hit his chest.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 3:11 pm
As Rosario could hear the crowd chanting with the kicks he would start to get to his feet.
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