|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 2:20 pm
The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 6:42 pm
Lucid Truth by Blackmill starts to roar in the crowd as the hooded figure who refuses to not get known by the fans comes out. There are many boos throughout the crowd even in the newer man's days. He made no crazy gestures, he did nothing that would showboat or looking anything more than him walking down to the ring. It was a very dull entrance and he made no attempt to pander to anyone. The Gallant was ready to win this match and gain a little tally mark in the victory column.  The Gallant walked up the stairs and entered the ring through the middle ropes before he went straight to the corner where he would squat and look at his opponent who was not there as he waited for the bell to ring.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
|
Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 8:39 pm
As The Gallant stood in the ring alone, the lights dimmed. They weren't completely snuffed out, they were just replaced with deep, ice blue mood lighting. The Titantron changed completely to a flag waving over a mountain. On that flag it read;
Family Is King
Iron
The trumpets blared out loudly in tune with the sapphire lights brightening and dimming on and off. It was when the thundering drums hit the PA system with authority that they started to flicker with more of a rhythm. The music inspired as the fans turned to the stage to watch. It sounded like thunder was rumbling when a sledgehammer came flying through a pane of glass that had been hidden on the stage. From inside the shattered glass, Serenno walked out onto the stage, stepping in the pieces without fear and looking out into the crowd. He was wearing contemporary wrestling shorts and his black feathered shoulder pads, as well as the cape that was attached to them. It was at that point that the fans noticed that it had started to snow when the glass had shattered, throughout the entire arena. The snow was being piped in from the vents and it was fake, but it was still a very eerie and effective entrance.
Deep In The Ocean, Dead And Cast Away
Where Innocence Is Burned. In Flames.
A Million Miles From Home, I'm Walking Ahead.
I'm Frozen To The Bones, I Am
A Soldier On My Own, I Don't Know The Way
I'm Riding Up The Heights. Of Shame.
I'm Waiting For The Call, The Hand On The Chest
I'm Waiting For The Fight. And Fate.
[Introducing the opponent. From The Castle that Time Forgot, weighing in at 275 pounds... Serenno King!]
Serenno cracked his neck and walked forward just slightly, out of the dangerous shards of glass that he'd created for himself with his rather flashy entrance, as the Crownless King walked over to retrieve what APPEARED to be Scepter the Sledgehammer, his father's legendary wrestling weapon. Serenno clutched the hammer in his powerful grasp and then kneeled down on the ramp, using the hammer as a knight would use a sword to during ritual prayer. 'Light, protect my family, my friends, my mother and my father. And see me through this, my BBW debut. Bless me, Ser Serenno of the House Our Father Built, son of The One True King, and Heir Apparent to the Throne.'
His ritual rites spoken, Serenno reached down and put one of his palms in the fake snow that had lightly sheeted the ramp, swiping his hand through it to look at the metal again, before then standing up suddenly and throwing his arms out, roaring at the fans at ringside, who had taken a decidedly un-supportive direction when it came to the eldest son of Kelly King 2.0. His stoic and powerful nature, in combination with his lack of sense of humor, just asked to be despised, even if what he did wasn't necessarily dishonorable. Serenno lost the shoulder pads and cloak he had been adorned with, as well as threw down the hammer, for he wouldn't need it to put down The Gallant. Reno walked down to the ring, adjusting his knee and elbow pads as he did so, stretching his thick biceps and arm muscles for the work that was about to be done, before he walked up the steps, wiped his feet on the apron, and entered the ring.
This Deadly Burst Of Snow Is Burning My Hands.
I'm Frozen To The Bone. I Am
A Million Miles From Home, I'm Walking Away
I Can't Remind My Eyes Of Your Face.
Serenno walked past his opponent, cockily pointing at him to stay away from him as he made his way to the corner. As a kid he'd always called it 'father's corner.' He gripped the top rope in his hands and pulled himself up onto the middle rope, where he stood, slightly favoring his left side, and just stared. His shoulders each had one of his sibling's name's adorned on them in tattoo form, but they were not as impressive as the intricate and detailed tattoo of the Iron Throne that went all up and down his back. He swiped his hair back out of his face and grit his teeth, the Icy Knight turning to jump off the top and cross the ring with purpose, repeating the same stoic and statuesque pose on the other side, closing his eyes and lifting his head. He smiled and basked in the feeling of the snow hitting his face, until his music, and the snow, stopped. The fake effect had melted or phased away by the time the bell was ready to ring. Serenno wasn't sure how to read his opponent, as he'd seen little of him, and the little he'd seen was confusing.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 06, 2013 6:28 pm
The Gallant glared at the big man, not that anyone could tell he just was facing the same direction. The Gallant heard the bell ring, and being the master technician he was, believed he could take Serenno on one on one by going towards the middle of the ring and offering a Greco-Roman Knuckle Lock.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
|
Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 10:20 pm
Serenno seemed to smirk at the masked man they called "The Gallant." They would see just how GALLANT he really was tonight, now wouldn't they? Stepping forward, the son of the One True King stood tall in the middle of the ring but was honestly surprised by the knuckle lock offered. Knowing he could overpower the man, he smirked and leaned forward to try and get the lock in, but was careful and wary of any smarmy tricks.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 2:16 pm
The Gallant locked his knuckles with the man, himself knowing he could overpower the larger individual. This wouldn't stop The Gallant, he would try to pull down King's arms and press his chest against Serenno, teaching him a lesson in complicated names that take three tries to spell.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
|
Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 12:46 pm
Serenno's complicated name was the secret to his power, as he mashed his chest against The Gallant's in response, trying to push him backwards with the sole strength in his arms. He clenched his jaw, as he was a manly man with a chin of manliness.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 7:01 pm
The Gallant didn't have a choice but give driven back by the much larger opponent straight onto his but, rolling back onto his feet he looked at Serreno and the was shocked by the strength of the devilishly handsome young man. The Gallant grabbed a near by rope and walked around the ring, holding onto it as he planned his next move.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
|
Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 9:43 pm
((Sorry I've been really busy with work recently Gallant. If you have time one of these days, we should schedule a time where we can bang out some serious posting.))
Serenno only smirked and bounced lightly on his feet, watching the Gallant carefully. Feeling rather confident after that little mistake in strategy from the dark, extremely frightening creature he was facing, he challenged him now to a basic collar-and-elbow tie up, to see if he'd do any better at that.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 9:42 am
((I completely understand, going through the same experience myself. xd ))
The Gallant nodded his head at Serreno, not entirely sure if he should accept the challenge. Putting his arms up as if he were going to secure the tie up, The Gallant sent his foot upwards hoping to connect with the stomach of Serreno. If the kick was successful, The Gallant would look to drop to a knee and send his pointed fingers to the throat of King.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 6:59 pm
[The winner of this contest is The Gallant.]
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
![[M]a.r.t.s's avatar](https://a1cdn.gaiaonline.com/dress-up/avatar/ava/c3/d7/71c5afb049d7c3_flip.png?t=1661870548_6.00_10)
