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 Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 10:30 am
[The following contest is a Ladder Match, and it will crown the first ever FFA Your Princess Is In Another Castle Champion! Introducing first...]
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 12:54 pm
やった ~!
(Yatta!) After a screeching shout, “Boy Be A Tiger” begins to play, and a man dressed in orange garb walks out onto the ramp. He has two very noticeable features... An orange striped tail, and a hat shaped like a tiger... the Tora No Boushi... the TIGER HAT!  "Introducing first, representing FFA, he is... TIGERRRRrrrrrrrr HAT!"
Tora-san slowly makes his way down to the ring, raising one arm as he looked over to his left, smiling warmly at the audience, who cheered wildly. He increases his pace to a quick jog, slapping the hands of the fans over the barricade. When he reaches the ring, he rolls under the bottom rope, pouncing to stand in the centre of the ring, raising his muscular arm once again. He then retreats to the corner, dancing there with a low spin. Once in the middle of the canvas, he looked up to the belt, dangling above. " Hm... Kawaii beruto" he thought. He wanted it. Shiny! His attention immediately darted back to the entrance ramp, where his opponent, the legendary Brantley Summers, would enter. Yet, instead of dread, Tora-san felt the pangs of excitement. He could feel in his tail that this would be a matchup for the ages. Plus, look at the prize belt! So shiny!
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 1:52 pm
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 his NOTHING on his shoulder and 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, your EWA REPRESENTATIVE, BRANTLEEEEEEEEEEEY SUMMERS!"
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 then went back to every single turnbuckle and discount double checked on each of them before finishing and waiting in the middle of the ring and pointing up to the sky as the fireworks shot out one last time for Conquest. Afterwards, Summers stayed in the ring and gave both NOTHINGS to the time keeper, waiting by the corner, ready to get his belt quickly.
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 2:20 pm
Tiger bounced on his toes, ready to push his opponent to his stripey stripey limit. He scratched the ear on his hat, crouching low, moving round, ready to pounce on Brantley...
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 6:02 pm
The bell rang and s**t. Brantley started bouncing around and in regular ladder match fashion went up to the masked Tiger person and offered up a lock up.
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 10:52 am
Tiger Hat, as unmasked as ever, accepted the lock-up, bending his knees so as to be in the best position to push Brantley back. He tried to force him towards the ropes, pushing with all his tiger strength~!!
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 6:42 pm
Mask, hat thing, it still looked stupid. Tiger had the positioning on Summers and began to push him back into the ropes and Summers was stuck in a predicament as he had no leverage between the ropes and being stuck up high.
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 10:15 am
Tiger, with the positional advantage, would push himself away from the lock-up quickly, aiming a sharp kick to Brantley's leg.
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 10:20 am
Brantley got his leg smacked by Tiger's fiercely trained and precise kick. He clutched his hip favoring his side as Summers would try to escape from the Karate Kat by limping towards the turnbuckle.
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 10:26 am
Tiger's are animals who give chase to their prey, and Tora-san was in no way going to let Brantley escape that easily! He would follow him closely, and when Brantley got to the corner, he would try to push him into it and aim some more sharp kicks, this time higher up, at his abs and chest.
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 10:30 am
Tiger Hat was obviously no scrub. He was used to taking multiple kicks, but kicks tended to be his downfall. Summers was breaking down into the turnbuckle as the kicks connected to his chest and abdomen. Brantley knew that Tiger was going to become a predator and prey was not an option Brantley could take.
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 10:36 am
Seeing Brantley beginning to crumble, Tiger would take a step backwards, breaking his offense for the briefest of moments so that he could follow up with a bigger move than simple kicks; he would aim a dropkick at Brantley's chest.
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 10:40 am
The dropkick connected to his chest and Summers was sent to his rear. Brantley's arms were draped across the bottom rope as his chest felt the air come out of his chest. Summers' head went back onto the bottom turnbuckle as he mumbled nonsense to Tiger.
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 10:44 am
Tiger back away from the corner, prancing until he arrived at the opposite corner. He raised his arm, pointing upwards, as he turned towards Summers at the other side of the ring.
"TIGAH!"
With a shout, he began to run towards Brantley - who was currently down - and would aim another dropkick, running this time, to his head. Tora-san did so love his dropkicks.
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 10:46 am
Summers lifted his head as Tiger went to the other side of the ring. It was do or die/get eaten/whatever tigers do time.As Tiger came in charging, Summers would roll under the rope and let Tiger run into the bottom turnbuckle.
"CHING CHONG WUKONG!" Summers would yell to his striped opponent.
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