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 Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 7:40 am
"The following contest is a First Blood Match! In order to win, a competitor must make their opponent bleed! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 11:44 am
The music paused as the lights flickered on and off for only a moment. <******** the world- IS AFTER ME!!!  "Introducing first, weighing in at 225 pounds, from Phoenix, Arizona, Cyrus THE DREAM Leone!"Caught out alone, and I'm tryin' to be free
Caught up in things that are inside of me-
I've seen inside of me
This side is everything
I've seen and I'm gonna beCheers erupted as The Dream's theme boomed throughout the arena over the PA. Fans suddenly jumped to their feet as Cyrus stepped out on stage in his hooded attire. On his right shoulder rested his trusty steel chair wrapped in barbed wire, on his left leaned a light tube. The hooded man paused for a moment as he glanced to the left and then to the right. He suddenly threw his arms up in the air and gold sparks began to rain onto the Dream from the ceiling. The Dream suddenly swung the light tube forward as a pyro shot forward, halting the sparks. He walked down the ramp at a casual pace, occasionally stepping over to a barricade and acknowledging a few of the fans. When he made it to the ring he walked up the steel steps and slipped into the ring via the top and middle ropes. The Dream walked to the opposite side of the ring and set his two weapons just outside the ring on the steel steps.
THE WHOLE WORLD IS AF-TER.. MEEEEE!
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 3:33 pm
After several brief moments of anticipation from the audience, their patience for the Suplex Shooter's arrival would be rewarded with the newest theme song. The crowd got on their feet in a roar to not only see the veteran make a comeback -- again -- but to see the former two partners duke it out in a match that promised more violence than your typical singles match. As the opening guitar riffs started to play and echo around the stadium, the lights' sudden absence had engulfed anything under the roof in thick layers of darkness. The only lights that were visible aside from the camera flashes and phones were the blue laser lights on the side of the titantron that sporadically flickered with the synthesizer of the song.
At the top of the ramp revealed an AJ Warner who had succeeded in getting himself clean finally, but a seasoned veteran who could not even hold back the smile from the fans happy to see him. "Nice to see you too!" he said loud enough for the camera to pick up. The Suplex Shooter waved his hands up in the air by his sides, motioning them to make some more noise, and sure enough, they were as loud as the music playing right behind him. AJ finally looked towards his opponent in the ring, a former friend who he had yet to actually compete in a match with, especially in a match that promised blood. Many images came across Warner's mind: the Unforgiven match with Disciple, the I Quit match with Kelly King 2.0, the Ladder match with Edge. Though all those matches left Warner bleeding quarts of blood, he was victorious in each and every one of those on the biggest of stages. Perhaps tonight would serve no different; after all, every man can bleed as much as he is given. With this in mind, AJ began to walk down the ramp with the spotlight shining down on him, looking his opponent and old friend down while extending his arms and slapping the hands of each fan who wanted to touch the artist formerly known as the Bad Chyld."And his opponent, fighting out of Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at two hundred twenty-eight pounds, the Suplex Shooter, A-JAAAAAAYYY WAAAARRNNEERRR!" AJ stopped dead in his tracks at the bottom of the ramp, looking to his left and then his right with the same smile he entered with. He nodded his head to the crowd with confidence, yet there was a hint of a worried sensation within Warner. Cyrus had brought down a light tube and chair in barbed wire. Granted, the Dream had been one of the most hardcore competitors in the business, but that wasn't necessarily AJ's forte as of recent. Warner trusted his two hands to get the blood out of Leone, but perhaps it would have been wise to at least match his opponent's armory. AJ turned to his left, now shifting his attention to Cyrus with the smile long gone, and a new look of determination and readiness read across his face. Warner slowly climbed up the steps and walked halfway across the apron; usually this is where he would give a glance to the crowd and do his taunt from long ago, but it would be absolutely foolish to turn his back on a man who had lethal weapons. AJ swung his leg over the middle rope and climbed into the ring, going to the opposite corner of Cyrus, not trying to stay away from him but his arsenal... for now. The lights came back on as the music faded into nothingness; the only sound heard and felt was the electricity and anxiousness of the crowd. They chanted, "AJ! AJ! AJ!" and of course, that humbled the wrestler. But if he was going to leave it would be on his own terms, not because of an injury from the warrior who stood opposite from him. Warner spun his towel around and pretended like he was going to give Leone a rat-tail; that was his mockery of Cyrus's ringside weapons.
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 4:16 pm
The Dream watched AJ Warner make his entrance into the Monday Night Massacre arena. This was promised to be a bloody show. Cyrus had his own reasons to fight his former partner, but this being only the second show, Cyrus had to prove himself to be eligible for the opportunities this show had to offer. Now watching AJ fool around with the towel in-ring, The Dream reached up and quickly ripped off his hood and tossed it out of the ring. For the first time since joining BBW, his cocky smirk was replaced with a serious look. Cyrus stepped towards the center of the ring and his smirk finally reappeared. "You know what the hardest part in all this is? It's having to decide a balance between winning this match and personal enjoyment."
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 4:28 pm
With hearing Cyrus's newfound cocky attitude, AJ took a few slow steps towards Cyrus with the same smirk to show he wasn't taking the Dream seriously, though in all honesty he knew how foolish it would be to underestimate Leone. Warner was in his face now, and shook his head only few inches away from touching noses. "I never took you for a guy who enjoyed getting his a** whooped."
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 4:34 pm
With the end of AJ's sentence, The Dream's knee sprung up looking to hit it's target in the Bad Chyld's gut. Getting in someone's face was a good show of Bravery, but it left Cyrus with a clear shot at the body.
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 4:45 pm
Taking a surprise knee to the gut, Warner dropped to his knee clutching his abdomen. It had been a while since he had taken one of those, but surely it would not be the biggest pain he would take tonight by the Dream. The knee was the price AJ took for making himself prone. With the sound of the bell, this match was officially underway.
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 4:52 pm
Boos erupted from the audience from The Dream's cheap shot to the Suplex Shooter. With the sound of the bell Cyrus would reach down to wrap his arms around AJ's and suddenly attempted to lift him up into a double underhook suplex.
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 5:08 pm
The Suplex Shooter was ironically being thrown over the head of Cyrus for a suplex of his own. AJ landed on his back and put his hand on his lower back. All that Vicodin was abused, but one thing it was prescribed for over his career? Back pain. Go figure. Warner's eyes squeezed shut from his back hitting the mat by the well-executed suplex by his former partner.
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 5:18 pm
The Dream spun to his feet immediately after sending AJ Warner overhead. He looked down to see his friend wincing from the pain in his back. "Isn't the pain just intoxicating AJ?!" Cyrus suddenly dropped to send an elbow into the Bad Chyld's spine.
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 5:20 pm
AJ, who was just getting on all fours to push himself up, was sent back to the mat by the unexpected elbow. To add insult to injury, Cyrus's comments weren't seemingly doing anything but drawing heat from the crowd. Warner, however, was one of the few wrestlers who thrived off of making his matches personal. The Dream would learn that in due time, but for now, the ball was in Mr. Leone's court.
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 5:35 pm
The Dream raised himself to his knees, but stayed grounded for the time as he reached out for AJ's leg and looked to pull the Bad Chyld into a Single Leg Boston Crab. He was in no hurry to make his opponent bleed.
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 5:41 pm
Warner wiggled his leg to stay out of any submission hold that Leone had to offer; all it would to is wear AJ down and keep his adversary rested. If shaking his leg could buy him a little time, the Suplex Shooter would look to turn and push Cyrus off with his free leg.
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 5:46 pm
The Dream struggled to keep his grasp on AJ's leg, trying to apply the submission. Before he could get a decent grip, however, Warner had already rolled over, it was too late for the submission hold. Cyrus was knocked off of AJ by his kick and stopped just before he ran into the ropes.
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 5:52 pm
In the match's short duration, Warner hadn't gotten a move or strike in at all. However, he had to show how much he had improved since his hiatus. AJ would wait for Cyrus to turn around, and when he did, the Suplex Shooter would look to leap to his feet like Shawn Michaels and throw a forearm to the face of Cyrus Leone.
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