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 Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 8:34 pm
Justin Spectacular vs Jack Leone
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 7:47 am
((Methinks you got the first post on this one wrong, Tim...))
As WWF came back from a regulalry scheduled break, the arena fell silent, and the opening of "Surrender" by Dropkick Murphys began to play through the speakers. It only took a few moment for it to change tempo in time with the house lights, which had switched to a dull blue.
"I was at my weakest state,
And you kept me pushing on;
You gave me something to believe in
And it keeps me standing strong!
These lessons that I've learned;
These things I'll carry on.
And when you're gone I'll honor you
Each day, however long."
With the song in full swing, Brody Robinson charged out onto the stage. He looked out at the crowd as he walked, pointing out to random people in the distance. He got a decent reaction from the crowd, and he was just happy that people still recognized him. Stopping himself on the edge of the ramp, he started bouncing from foot to foot and scanning the crowd. After a second, he clapped his hands once and threw his right hand in the air, grabbing another short pop from the crowd. Dropping his arm, he started down the ramp, sticking close to the right side of the ramp to hit all of the outstretched hands.
"This glimmer of hope was never enough
To guide me through the darkness like a diamond in the rough
I held out for and I received, a pain that never left with no reprieve!
Like a toast at a table where resentments run free;
There can't be any truth where there's no honesty!"
"Introducing First!
From Zanesville, Ohio, weighing in at 275lbs, Brody Robinson!
As he reached the end of the ramp, a short smile appeared on Brody's face. He pointed at the camerman nearest to him and pointed back to the top of the ramp, and both men made their way back up. Brody repeated his hand-slapping actions on the left side of the ramp, making his way back down. At the end, he stopped at a younger fan in the crowd. Pulling the beanie off his own head, Brody pulled it over the kids head and gave him a quick thumbs up before turning towards the ring and sprinting forward and sliding in under the ropes. Pushing himself back to his feet, he immediately ran at the right turnbuckle and stepped up to the second rope. He grabbed the collar of his hoodie and pulled is over his head, revealing his plain white shirt with the WWFG logo planted over his chest. He balled up the sweatshirt and threw it into the crowd, pointing out to the fan that caught it. Smiling out over the crowd one more time, he jumped off the rope and turned back to the stage, leaning back on the turnbuckle as he waited for his opponent to show.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 11:51 am
IF YOU PUT YOUR DIRTY BLACK HANDS ON ME
IMMA PUT YA BACK IN JAIL
Don't Put Your Hands on Me by Charley Jordan blasts throughout the whole arena. Brantley walked out with a microphone preparing to announce himself, he was really going to outdo himself with this one. He looked at his opponents and smirked before he announced his entrance.
"Coming to the ring, the most innovative, winner, not gay buttsex lover, Brantley Summers. As you can see, the following statements were the opposite of my opponent. So, let's get this done quick."
With that Brantley stepped off the stage and lazily walked down the ramp. He threw smoke bombs in an attempt to make the crowd excited. That would've worked if everyone didn't hate him. Brantley sent a cue to the special effects man and strobes lights and more bright flashing lights started going of. A man in the front row had a seizure and Brantley laughed at him before rolling in the ring. He then went to a turnbuckle and lifted his gloved arm up in a victorious manner before hopping down and waited for the ring. He looked around at the men and stayed in the corner looking at the crowd waiting for the bell.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 5:15 pm
Stepping out of his corner and towards Brantley, Brody balled his fists and put them forward, offering the tried and true Boxing tradition of 'touching gloves'. Sure they we're wrestlers, but any show of respect was alright with Brody.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 6:29 pm
"I like this kid. He knows /RESPECT/." Brantley walked up to Brody with the exact same balled fist position but as he got within distance, he'd try a cheap shot by punching Brody in the eyes with his already balled fists.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 7:07 pm
Brody stumbled backwards from the double-punch to the head, left hand covering his face. He'd expected a shot, but he'd figured it would be in the stomach. But this wasn't the first time he'd been punched in the face at the start of the match. Using the space he'd just created, Brody stepped in and threw a punch of his own: A right hook aimed squarely at the left side of Brantley's torso.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 6:25 pm
Brantley was punched and wind was flat out knocked from him. He cried out and stumbled to the ropes. Summers held onto the top ropes and the left side of his torso.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2012 8:35 am
Hoping to keep the pressure on Brantley, Brody closed the distance between them once again and let loose a quick left jab at the center of his opponent's chest.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2012 6:16 pm
Brantley may have been a baller but Brody was a brawler. Brantley took the punch straight in the chest and the wind that just came was flung out. Summers didn't want to take shot after shot from the bigger man so he tried to strike back with a chop slapping acrosz the chest.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2012 6:02 pm
Fortunately for Brody, his shirt was able to muffle the noise of Brantley's slap against his chest, saving him the 'oooh' reaction from the crowd.
Unfortunately, the millimeter of cotton between the slap and his chest did nothing to dull the pain. Brody recoiled from the shot, stumbling backwards as his hands instinctively went up to cover his chest. Doubled over, he waited for his breath to return before he tried anything else.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2012 7:09 pm
Brantley let no man rest in a wrestling match in any federation. Summers would try to continue on his attack by jumping up and attempting to forarm the face and more specifically, the nose of Brody Robinson.
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2012 7:12 pm
With his mind on the throbbing pain in his chest, Brody had made no effort to avoid or block Brantley's strike. The forearm connected dead center, and sent Brody to the mat. Rolling onto his side, Brody moved his hands up to his face, trying to protected it if another attack was incoming. Or to cover up the string of swears that were coming out of his mouth.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 5:47 pm
Brantley was the kind to sit around and gloat with his thumb up his a**. Brantley threw both his arms into the air as he spun around like he just won some championship. Summers would jog from side to sode bouncing off the ropes, balling hard.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 7:02 pm
After a few moments of not getting a foot in his face, Brody moved his hands and, seeing Brantley fooling around across the ring, climbed back to his feet. He was OK with giving a people a breather, but using the time to gloat was overkill. Forget winning; Brody's new mission was to take Brantley down a peg or two before the night was done. Bringing his hands to his head, Brody waited for Summers to finish his 'balling'.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 6:32 pm
Brantley ain't neva stopped ballin' in his lifetime. He would turn and see Brody ready to get his a** beat so Summers squared up ready to knock his s**t up like a professional wrestler would.
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