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 Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 9:36 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 28, 2014 11:36 pm
やった ~!
(Yatta!)  After a roaring 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! One down, one more next! The Sanguine Invitational had proved to be interesting, the crowd still booing the child-like demeanour of Tiger Hat. But a victory was a victory. Tora-san was still on a high, even if the crowd would not accept him! His smile beams from beneath his striped namesake. 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 continued to jeer). He increases his pace to a quick jog, slapping the hands of the few fans he has in the arena. 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. He bounces on his toes as he waits for his next opponent...
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Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 4:22 am
 After Tiger Hat's enthusiastic entrance, a piano was wheeled out onto the stage. A man dressed in a formal concert tuxedo sat down and began playing "Blood" by My Chemical Romance. The music filled the arena, and the pianist began singing.
Well they encourage your complete cooperation,
Send you roses when they think you need to smile.
I can't control myself because I don't know how,
And they love me for it honestly, I'll be here for a while
A dashing man, dressed in a dapper suit stepped out onto the stage. He walked with a cane, the head of which was a large stone skull. He walked out further onto the stage his gait shifting completely out of sink with the music. He stopped next to the piano at the top of the ramp.
So give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff!
Give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough.
So give them blood, blood, blood.
Grab a glass because there's going to be a flood!
His face was hidden from view by the bowler hat he wore low on his brow. But the wide sneer that stretched his lips was still visible. He reached into a pocket and pulled out a butterfly knife, and with a quick flick and a flash of metal he flipped the blade out.
A celebrated man amongst the gurneys.
They can fix me proper with a bit of luck.
The doctors and the nurses they adore me so,
But it's really quite alarming cause I'm such an awful ********>
The man looked to his pianist friend at the last line and happily chimed, (Oh thank you!) Then he pull his bowler hat off and threw set it on the piano. With a shrug of his shoulders his jacket slid down his arms, and using the knife he'd pulled, stuck it to the side of the piano.
I gave you blood, blood, gallons of the stuff,
I gave you all that you can drink and it has never been enough.
I gave you blood, blood, blood,
I'm the kind of human wreckage that you love!
Grabbing his cane the mysterious new wrestler strolled down the ramp, still walking with his off beat gait. He stared at Tiger Hat with that same sneer. His eye's were unsettling, one blue, the other yellow. As he reached the center of the ramp the music stopped, and as the pianist stood, he upturned the piano. It flipped forward onto the ramp, and a wave of blood rushed down the ramp from the backing of the instrument. The wave splashed around the man's knees as it continued it's way to the ringside. The man however sprinted forward, as if the wave unleashed whatever control he had over his blood lust.
He slid into the ring, leaving his cane next to the apron, and bounced up to his feet in the center of the ring. He tilted his head, smiled, and reached into his pocket. He pulled a foot long tube out and flicked his wrist. The impact baton extended another foot and a half. Blackjack's smile grew into a sadistic grin. "Bout time we get started with a bit o' that good ole hyper violence eh?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 4:34 am
Tiger Hat's English wasn't exactly top-notch to begin with, so Blackjack might as well have been speaking in tongues when he threw out his opening line. However, Tiger Hat did understand what a weapon was. His look of bewilderment quickly evolved into a response of panic when the baton was extended. Not launching forward for an attack - but not entirely retreating either - Tora-san would quickly sidestep to another corner, keeping crouched and ready.
*DING DING*
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Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 6:24 am
[Wrong match broski. This is why I don't like leaving old matches up. xd ] The Number Three  Blackjack took a step back. Tiger Hat seemed wary, and when he darted across the ring to another corner Blackjack turned towards him. Then he charged Tiger Hat looking to ram into his much smaller opponent with his shoulder, driving Tiger Hat into the turnbuckle.
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Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 4:06 pm
((That's what I get for leaving that match up after I copied my post code. XD))
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 4:07 am
With a terrified alertness, Tiger Hat leapt to the side, getting behind Blackjack and narrowly avoiding his vicious shoulder! Wary that his opponent could be quite hazardous to his health, Tiger would try to force his way to an early victory; he would attempt a roll-up!
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 4:16 am
Tiger Hat dodged just in the nick of time, leaving Blackjack to crash shoulder first into the turnbuckle. It didn't actually injure him, but it jarred him, making it easier for Tiger Hat to catch Blackjack with a roll-up pin.
One
Two
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Blackjack would manage to kick out before the final count, and he quickly rolled over and scrambled to the ropes for protection.
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 9:40 am
Tiger launched up after his unsuccessful pin attempt. Not wanting to give Blackjack time to think, he would dash towards him, aiming a forearm strike to his foes head while he was on the ropes.
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 3:59 pm
Blackjack was on the ropes now, leaning into them to regain his bearing and give him some defense. However Tiger Hat was playing the smart game here, keeping the pressure up on Blackjack. The forearm strike rattled the dashing dealer, and this time it was enough to cause him to lose his grip on the impact baton he was holding. The steel weapon slipped from his hand and clattered to the floor outside the ring.
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 12:49 am
Minus his weapon, Blackjack suddenly seemed a lot less of a threat to Tiger Hat. His prior timidity was replaced by a furious determination, and a look of pure aggression. He would aim a couple of punches directly to the head of Blackjack, which he would follow up with an Irish whip to the opposite ropes, hoping to pick up the tempo of the match.
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 1:19 pm
Tigers punches connected, keeping Blackjack on the defensive and dazing him enough for Tiger Hat to easily whip the bigger man across the ring. Blackjack rebounded off the ropes and returned towards his opponent. Needing to regain his momentum in this match Blackjack would go for something desperate. When he neared Tiger Hat Blackjack would leap forward with a 265lb dropkick aimed for his opponent's chest.
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 10:03 am
((Sorry for the delays man, been keeping busy IRL))
Tiger Hat couldn't move fast enough to avoid Blackjack's dropkick. The opponent's feet were planted firmly in his chest, shoving him several feet through the air before he collided with the mat. Not staying down, he rolled on to his side, shaking off the blow as he was preparing to stand.
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 10:17 am
Blackjack would start climbing up to his feet right away. The dropkick might have connected, but he knew he'd have to keep up the offensive if he was to take control of the momentum. Racing Tiger Hat back to his feet, Blackjack kept a watchful eye on his opponent. And once he'd returned to his feet Blackjack would charge forward looking to catch Tiger Hat with a 1-2-3 combination of hooks.
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Posted: Mon Feb 10, 2014 3:36 pm
The combination of punches connected as Tiger struggled to get back to his feet. It forced him back, trying to cover up as he leaned into the ropes. His legs began to buckle as the pain began to set in.
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