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ii Jamie Kym Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 4:13 pm
Mike Masterson v Cyrus Leone (No DQ)
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 9:10 pm
The lights come down as the Music begins to play then a single spot light shined one the stage as Mike entered the stage but he came out with a little weapon in his hand, as the announcer spoke up. "The following contest is schedule for one fall, and is a no disqualification match! Introducing first from Chicago Illinois, weighing in at 201 pounds. Mike Masterson!" Mike slammed the tip of the bat on the stage and then raised his arm's to get the crowd going before he made his hand symbol and brought it down making the fireworks boom as the lights came up and he rushed the ring sliding inside and climbing a turn buckle and made his hand symbol again then jumped down and set his bat in the corner and stepped out of the ring to toss the jacket he was wearing out the the crowd and took off his glasses and handed them to a fan, then slide back in the ring he was ready for tonight.
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Posted: Fri Oct 11, 2013 6:35 am
<******** the world- IS AFTER ME!!!  "Weighing in at 225 pounds, from Phoenix, Arizona, Cyrus THE DREAM Leone!"Cheers erupted from the fans as the familiar hooded man stepped out on stage. His signature barbed wire chair leaned against his shoulder, and a large black duffle bag was carried at his side. Gold sparks rained down over the stage from the ceiling, showering Leone as he stood there. Cyrus suddenly threw chair forward as a pyro shot off on stage, halting the sparks. After the pyro, The Dream finally stepped off the stage and made his way down the ramp. He walked down the ramp, he would've stopped for a few high fives if his hands weren't full. When he made it to the ring, he suddenly jumped up onto the apron, showing off some of his impressive athleticism and looked out the audience as he lifted his chair. The Dream finally turned to enter the ring through the top and middle ropes.
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Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 11:26 am
Mike stood there for a moment, was the match really going to start with them just brawling with weapons? He shrugged and decided it was worth a shot and ran towards Cyrus attempting to hit him in the gut with his bat.
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2013 5:26 pm
As The Dream was getting into the ring, he was struck in the gut with the bat. He dropped his duffel bag and chair after taking the blow and stumbled backwards into the corner, holding his gut.
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Posted: Sun Oct 20, 2013 8:38 pm
Mike continued to beat on the dream with the bat for a few moment then walked out of the corner taunting to the crowd for a minute before turning and running with the bat over his head attempting one last strike.
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Posted: Sun Oct 20, 2013 8:54 pm
Now, The Dream is a long time fan and specialist of extreme wrestling, but never once opened a contest by beating the crap out of his opponent with a bat. It was a d**k move. "Ahh! s**t! ********!" Blow after blow came down over Cyrus' body. However, Mike took a chance by turning his back on Cyrus, and he would soon pay for it. As soon as the blows stopped coming, The Dream's hand went to his front pocket. When Mike turned to charge the man of Dreams, he suddenly lifted his hand from his pocket, revealing a small can of pepper spray. With the same movement, spraying a stream from the can into Mike's face.
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Posted: Sun Oct 20, 2013 10:06 pm
Mike instantly dropped the bat and then to his knees covering his face and screaming in pain as he rolled on the ground still holding his face.
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Posted: Sun Oct 20, 2013 10:15 pm
Cyrus stumbled towards his duffle bag. Feeling cracks as he moved... yeah he'd have to go to the hospital after this. Opening up the bag he pulled out two items, a staple gun and a Year of the Dream t-shirt. "C'mere you little s**t!" He turned and looked to send a boot into Mike's face.
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Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2013 9:25 am
Mike was still writhing in pain on the ground trying to get his vision back, he could see blurred ropes he knew if he got out of the ring he could find something to wash this out with but before he could get there a large boot hit him in the face.
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Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2013 5:16 pm
The Dream quickly took a knee next to Mike. He looked to match the shirt along Mike's chest and quickly looked to staple it to his opponent at the shoulders and pecks.
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Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2013 6:19 pm
Mike was holding his face again from the boot now, and his eyes where starting to swell his vision getting worse and he rolled on the mat.
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 6:41 pm
((So? Did it happen? xd ))
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 8:42 pm
((Oh yeah sorry misread your post yeah staple it on))
Mike screamed in pain as the shirt was stapled to his chest once the dream was done he quickly crawled towards the ropes to get away from him, blood was running all down the tee shirt.
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 4:48 pm
Cyrus broke into laughter, tearing from the eyes as Mike crawled away. When The Dream could breathe, he called out. "Mike? Where yah going buddy? I noticed you weren't wearing any pants either!" He stepped over to Masterson and attempted to pull him by the foot, away from the ropes.
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