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 Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 11:57 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! The winner of this contest will move on to the next stage of the Sanguine Invitational! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 8:34 pm
The lights completely went out and the crowd hushed. Well, except for the one person that always has to shout "WOOOO!" at every event. A hissing sound could be heard as the following words seemed to burn into the screen of the titantron! it all ends now
scream your heart out
this is where you find your ending
welcome to a death surrending
MITTERNACHT! The words glowed upon the screen for several moments before simply fading back to black. Thus once again enveloping the arena in silence and darkness. The crowd started to become anxious, clearly some were still afraid of the dark! This continued on for several moments before a Silver star faded onto the screen. Slowly the silver became a dark red and seemingly began to melt as Djerv's Headstone began to play. When, when will, when will I, when are you gonna die?
Oh, got to track you down, who's got who now?
Now, now we, now we will, now I'll have a blast
Bang! That was fast, I got you
Bang! That was fast, we ain't through
I'm coming for your headstone
Bringing a crew or doing it alone
Coming for your headstone
They won't refuse, I don't dig my part on my own
We got a big one for me, head over here, new higher throne
I'm coming for your headstone A dark blue flame suddenly ignited in the center of the stage! The flame died down, only to be followed up by small blue fires igniting along the edges of the stage and down the edges of the ramp. After several moments, another large blue flame jet up forth from the center of the stage! Only this time, someone stepped out from within it! With the flame still going strong, the person stood at the top of the ramp. Slowly the person began to walk down the center of the ramp, the light of the small blue flames just barely illuminating the person's outline. Said person walked up the steel stairs and along the apron, stopping mid way. Exactly in front of the blue flame that was still going back center stage. The little blue flames along the edges of the stage and ramp had also died down. It couldn't really be seen, but the person thrust their left arm into the air and bright, blue flames erupted from the corners! Thus revealing Claire Hawkins! The lights had returned to normal, and Claire stepped down from the corner, where she then turned about and removed her tattered coat from her person then gave it to the referee. Who in turn handed it off to a helper at ring side.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 8:39 pm
As Claire 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 Sanguine Invitational match. 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 Claire. 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.
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Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 9:12 pm
Claire couldn't help but sigh heavily as the bell rang. Once again she was in a match where she was hopelessly out weighed by her foe. Go figure! Then again this wasn't anything new. Her entire wrestling existence had been about battling people bigger then she, and putting them in their place. Beneath her boot! Anyway, Claire watched the little prince from behind crimson eyes and waited to see which brash action the young king would choose.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 9:56 pm
Serenno would not be gentle or kind with Claire. Serenno had grown up watching FFA. In his father's wrestling promotion, all the women wrestled men, and they did a damn fine job of it. So facing off against Claire was nothing but business as usual for him, and damned if he wasn't going to give her everything he had. He walked up to the center of the ring. The House was no where to be found, so it appeared to be just King, as he went in for the lock up.
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Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 10:11 pm
With her attention never straying from the slightest flinch, Claire stepped forward to meet Serenno in the dead center of the ring. Normally a folly, but she was curious to see what he would do. No doubt it was something surely nasty that would cause her pain. Actually that sounded like a bad idea! So as soon as they locked up, Claire looked to single out his left arm and attempted to grab onto his left wrist and spin underneath it with an arm wringer and place him into a wrist lock!
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 12:20 am
Serenno was getting sick and tired of all these puny smaller wrestlers trying to dance circles around him with their mat wrestling. Worse than that, though, he was sick of them succeeded all the time. King pat his shoulder as he was put in the wrist lock, trying not to give away too much of his game plan yet.
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Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 5:14 pm
Claire could easily keep the beginning of this match a wrestler's wrestling wet dream! However, that wouldn't exactly help her secure the win against somebody that had literally grown up in this business. So she was going to have to throw classic chain wrestling out the proverbial window. Without further ado, Claire twisted Serenno's wrist to send a quick flash of pain through it and attempted to hop up and plant the soles of her boots right into his exposed ribs!
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 9:54 pm
Serenno was tossed back from the drop kick. It knocked him down onto his back, but it was highly possible from the way he stood back up with a pound of a fist on the mat that letting go of the big man had been a mistake on her part.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 3:43 pm
It was a bad idea, but she already had other ideas to go off of. Like say not letting him up off the canvas as much as possible? Claire had already gotten back up to her feet after the dropkick and had rushed towards King as he was getting up! No sooner then King got up, Claire was looking to knock him back down with a low dropkick to his left knee!
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 3:48 pm
Serenno turned his body towards Claire just as she came at him and felt her feet knock his leg back aggravatingly, bringing the big man down to his stomach. This time he started to get up again, but had to get up to one knee before anything else.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 3:59 pm
At some point in this match Claire knew that Serenno was going to get his hands on her, but it wasn't going to be now! Claire rolled to the side and got back up to her feet, with King following suit. Only he made it to a knee. She ran at and rebounded off the ropes behind him and attempted to plant a running knee into the back of his head!
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 4:04 pm
A running knee to the back of the head was a hard move to take in the opening moments of a match, even for a big man like Serenno. It was a possible concussion starter. He flopped down onto his chest, laid out as his hands wrapped around his head in pain.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 4:16 pm
After planting the knee with extreme prejudice, Claire hobbled away from the prone form of Serenno King. That hadn't exactly tickled on her end of that wreck either. That and she needed a quick breather after that quick and furious onslaught. However she also knew that it would allow her opponent to recover as well, and that was something she really didn't need nor want. So she went back at it, rebounded off of the ropes behind her and attempted to slam both of her knees into Serenno's exposed ribcage!
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 4:19 pm
Serenno rolled over onto his side, and then onto his back. He was thinking about sitting up when the woman's body weight came slamming down on his ribcage via Air Knees, putting him right back down on the mat with authority, causing the fans to OOH from the impact.
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