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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 6:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 6:54 pm
Hard Rock Hallelujah! Hard Rock Hallelujah!
Explosions and fireworks shot off as the announcers Mic blared over music
playing in the background. The saints are crippled On this sinners' night Lost are the lambs with no guiding light
“Making his way to the ring, standing 6 foot 1, weighing in at 215 lbs from Hell Michigan. The Demon, BOXER ANARCHY.” Boxer ran out and high fived some cheering fans.
The walls come down like thunder The rock's about to roll It's the arockalypse Now bare your soul
He took off his tank top and threw it to some kid in the crowd as they chanted Anarchy.
All we need is lightning With power and might Striking down the prophets of FALSE As the moon is rising Give us the sign Now let us rise up in awe
Boxer ran towards the ring, doing a flip a bit before it and grabbing the top rope with his tail. His tail sprung him into the air where he landed epically on the stage setting off a few more fireworks on the turnbuckle. As he stood the chorus began.
Rock 'n Roll angels bring thyn Hard Rock Hallelujah Demons and angels all in one have arrived Rock 'n Roll angels bring thyn Hard Rock Hallelujah In God's creation supernatural high.
The music began to fade and Boxer was handed a mic from offscreen. "So last week I successfully defeated Jed in my first match ever. My coming marks the end of an era and I will reclaim the WWF for the heroes... Even if it means dragging Jed, Chrono, Malice, Jed and the rest of em straight down to Hell." He pointed down dramatically. "They haven't told me who my opponent is but hopefully he can keep the fight interesting."
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 8:59 am
The lights go out, then begin to flash, as Awake and Alive plays through the arena, it's orchestral opening exploding into a heavier rock tune as Jimmy Monera steps out onto the ramp, emblazoned white jacket glittering with each resplendent flare. Behind him, in her signature black dress, Nathalie Roth smiles brightly, although it's obvious from the look in her eyes that she doesn't know what to make of her fiancees opponent for the night. And from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 212 lbs, he is The Avatar, Jimmy Monera!He motions the cross on his chest, and then holds his arms out to the crowd as he makes his way down the ramp, turning slowly as he does. He stops at the apron, and accepts a quick good luck kiss from Nathalie, who says something to him that the cameras can't pick up. She looks concerned about something, but moves to the side, making her way to the announcer's tables. Jimmy climbs the steel steps, and rappels himself over the ropes and into the ring. He smirks at his fellow Michigan native, and accepts a microphone from the off to the side. "You know, I really doubt this is going to be a fair fight. Those prosthetics of yours are just going to get in your way, and if you get sweaty, all of your red make-up's going to run. I appreciate your attempts to enrage me with the demon get-up, but this isn't halloween. Go, take five minutes, get all of that embarrassing crap off of you, and get back here so we can fight this out like adults."
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 9:46 am
Boxer wraps his tail around his waist like a belt He looks at his opponent and sighs. "I really have no interest in fighting you. I came to this company to drag all the villains down to hell. There are too few heroes left. We need to stand together. and also...its not an outfit. pull on the horn i assure you its real." Offers to shake your hand.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 11:11 am
Jimmy smiles warmly at this comment. But behind his eyes, the wheels of deceit are turning. Those who are of demon blood will always be enemies of the righteous, regardless of their ambition, he thinks to himself. Not that he believes him, but even if it's really a costume, they don't pay him to make friends. They pay him to wrestle. Anything else can be sorted out later.
Betraying none of this to his foe, Jimmy accepts the handshake... And then pulls Boxer in, going for a cheap knee to the gut.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 11:50 am
Boxer gets knee'd in the stomach. He stumbles back a bit. "Pretty cheap shot for a priest to do." The starting bell dings and Boxer feigns a punch at Jimmy's stomach and attempts to sweep his legs.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 12:13 pm
"I'm no Priest," Jimmy responds. He falls for the feign, and as a result, he isn't even remotely ready for the sweeping move... It pulls his legs out from under him, causing him to fall hard on his a**.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 8:19 pm
Boxer glares at Jimmy. "You're a fool" Tries to knee you in the face.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 5:40 am
Jimmy rolls out of the way, quickly taking a crouching stance. not waiting for Boxer to get back up from the knee attempt, he goes for a close range tackle.
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 10:21 am
Boxer turns around and the tackle connects but doesn't do much more then push Boxer into the ropes. Boxer springs off the ropes into another knee aimed at your chest.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 4:37 am
Jimmy doesn't see the knee coming in time... He's only able to move slightly, taking his opponent's shin across the chest, which really isn't much better. He's rolled over to the ropes by the impact, and uses them to pull himself back to his feet.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 9:32 am
Boxer stumbles a bit after the strike but manages to regain his balance and leans against the ropes opposite Jimmy.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 9:42 am
Jimmy moves from the ropes, closes the distance between them, and goes for a hard right hook to Boxer's ribs.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 6:50 pm
The punch connects and Boxer holds on to the ropes for support.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2011 10:08 am
Jimmy presses against Boxer, grabs his wrist, and attempts to irish whip him into the opposite ropes. If it works, he'll try to catch him on the return with a powerslam.
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