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 Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 5:07 am
Barbed Wire Triple Threat Match for the Extreme TV Championship
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 12:26 pm
Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge
I bet you never had a Friday night like this
Keep it up, keep it up, let's raise our hands
I take a look up at the sky and I see
Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy
Red for the drink that's mixed with suicide
Everything red "King For A Day" by Pierce The Veil begins to play and Jacob Griffin makes his way out of the back sporting a brand new look and a brand new intro song. Fresh start in a fresh promotion and he was going to be coming out looking his best. Jacob was getting his mind into a dark place because he knew that he was about to go through some hell and that coming out of this not bleeding would be a big surprise. Jacob made his way down the ramp, egging on the crowd as he went. He got to the ring and walked towards the steel steps taking them up and into the ring. Griffin bounces up and down in the middle of the ring, waiting on his opponents. Jacob Griffin was ready for war!
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2012 11:30 pm
The lights go out as the opening notes to People Hate Me by Murderdolls starts to blast from the speakers. As the main guitar kicked in, a crimson spotlight turned on. It circled the arena before settling on the entrance as Rex emerged from the back and made his way to the front of the stage.
I'm wretched, I'm infested, rejected and infected
I'm a loser, I'm a winner, a born-again sinner
Cut my throat and watch me bleed, addicted tragedy
And I hate you and you hate me
So stand in line, ********, don't waste my time
He shot his arms into air, which caused a tower of flame to erupt beside him. As the flame lowered, he dropped his arms and pounded on his chest before roaring at the crowd and starting down the ramp, casually flipping off a couple of the audience members.
See me in the headlines
Manipulating your simple minds
So put your hands up and praise
I'm your god and you're my slave
He stopped in the middle of the ramp and raised his middle finger to the crowd as a sick smile appeared on his face.
"And now introducing....weighing in at 328 lbs...hailing from Salem, Oregon...he is The Vile Defiler...Rex Kobra..."
He lowered his fingers then his arms and raced forward, sliding in under the bottom rope. He stayed on his stomach for a moment before rising and stomping his way to a turnbuckle. He climbed to the middle rope and pounded on his chest a couple more times and letting out a psychotic roar.
And People hate me, cause I'm better than you
People hate me
That's the ******** truth
People hate me and you can all ******** off
I'm perfect, pissed off, beautiful, I'm God.
He dropped from the turnbuckle and tore his jacket off. He threw it from the ring, cracked his neck and stared at Griffin as he waited for the third opponent to arrive.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 2:20 pm
"A company, always on the run..."These words sent the crowd into a frenzy as the name"Salem Croft" was drawn out across the Titantron, written in bloody cursive across a piece of parchment. The haunting tune continued as thick plumes of smoke began to cloud the stage floor. "A destiny, oh it’s the rising sun…As though summoned by the melodic incantation, the stage came to life with flames that crackled like popcorn, a barricade of yellow, orange, and red flares that stood as a wall to those already in the ring, blocking the ramp and making the stage inaccessible as the chilling vocals rang out across the jam-packed arena. "I was born, a shotgun in my hands..."A figure ascended from beneath the stage, the shadowy visage of Salem Croft. The dark specter stood inside the flames and slowly lifted his hands, palms facing the sky. The higher his hands raised, the louder the fans cheered for the lone 'face' in this triple-threat match-up. Though he was obscured by flames and smoke, Salem's demeanor suggested he was relaxed - in fact, he actually seemed carefree as a laugh rang out from within the fiery veil. "Behind the gun I’ll make my final stand…"The tempo started to increase, not just in the song but in the heartbeats of every fan in attendance. You could feel the anticipation in the air, the excitement building as Salem started to slowly waft his hands inward, urging the crowd on as he fed off their energy. The natural high of exhilaration and adrenaline sent Salem wild, and he started jumping up and down eagerly, growls and roars heard from the burning platform. "...and that's why they call me...BAAAD COMPANY, I CAN'T DENY!"With the lead singer's final forceful shout, Salem threw his hands down, provoking a thunderous explosion of fire from the stage, a fury that Salem leaped through and onto the ramp as the audience went crazy for the wide-eyed rebel. Glancing in the ring, Salem met eyes with each of his opponents before taking note of the ring announcer preparing to introduce him. "...And introducing next, standing at-" was all the gentleman could get out before Salem hit the ring apron like a bolt of lightning, nimbly leaping over the top rope to walk boldly past his opponents and toward the man with the microphone. Stepping nearly chest-to-chest with the commentator, Salem pried the device away from the now nervous announcer and brought it to his lips, looking on at his fans with an expression that could have cut stone. "...And introducing next..." he said, his voice soft but commanding of authority. "Standing at six feet, two inches tall...weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-five pounds...the savior of in-ring sanctity...the revolutionary of professional wrestling..."Pausing for a moment, Salem let the crowd wait baited breath as he turned toward his two opponents, glancing at each of them with a stone-cold stare. "...And your soon-to-be-crowned TWE Extreme Television Champion...Salem Croft."Nonchalantly handing the microphone back to the announcer - who promptly exited the ring, thereafter - Salem stood casually amid his opponents...docile, but primed to detonate at a moment's notice.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 2:54 pm
Jacob Griffin eyed both of his opponents, waiting for someone to make the first move.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 8:37 pm
Since no one was doing anything, Jacob decided to go after the smaller of his two opponents. Rushing Croft with rapid punches and kicks, trying to drive him into the corner of the ring.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 11:49 pm
The wait seemed endless as Salem stared his opponents down, waiting for either of them to make a move. His wishes were answered as Jacob Griffin suddenly rushed forward towards him, looking to hammer away with a flurry of swings from his arms and legs. The combination caught the bold Croft by surprise, who simply covered himself up and played defense as he was slowly backed into the corner.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 5:28 pm
The rush of attacks would stop as the two men neared the corner, Jacob would then fire off a stiff kick to Salem's stomach, looking to double him over.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 5:36 pm
Salem waited for his opportunity to mount a counter-offensive, and it came just as soon as he felt his shoulders against the supportive ring ropes that scaled the corner turnbuckle. As Jacob went in for a kick, Salem would grab hold of the boot and try to flip the tide - and his opponent - by lifting Jacob's leg to send the brute falling back onto his head from the sheer force of strength.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 12:35 pm
(Aren't the ring ropes made out of Barbed Wire?)
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 1:33 pm
(I guess I'll just continue because no one is posting...)
Right when Salem grabbed hold of Jacob's foot, he would leave his feet looking to snap Salem's head back with an Enzuigiri.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 8:28 pm
(I was actually going to post over the last couple days, but I was under the presumption that a mod would address your OOC question. I didn't know we could still post with you inquiring about the match.)
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2012 1:18 pm
(I was just trying to move the match forward because no one addressed my question.)
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 2:21 pm
(Auto-Hit.)
Jacob's foot smashed into the side of Salem's head, dropping him to the mat. Jacob went to follow up this up with a grounded side headlock to wear his opponent down.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 4:01 pm
(Auto-Hit.)
Jacob placed Salem in the side headlock, squishing Salem's head against his side. Jacob would look to get to his feet with Salem still locked up if he was able he would go to knee Salem in the face and then drop him down with a Bulldog.
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