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 Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 2:08 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 12:00 am
JFC - The Acacia Strain
I AM THE END OF THE WORLD
JFC by Acacia Strain began blaring over the speakers as Boxer Anarchy stepped out from behind the curtains amiss red smoke. He had his black hoodie on, covering his eyes. All that could be seen was his scowl, unobstructed by the hood.  When the time is right you will know my ******** name.
Lie in the gutter and pray to the god of I don't give a ******** isn't an anthem, this is a lullaby. So go to sleep and wish that you'd never wake up. Boxer made his way down the ramp, ignoring the fans and sliding into the ring under the bottom rope rather quickly. They all deserved to die.
I pushed the button, I watched the sky rain death.
Consider this global abortion.
Consider this global abortion.
I now know what your future holds.
I am all knowing and almighty.
You will honor and revere.The demon hopped up in the ring as the crowd showered him with boos. "Introducing first, from Battery City. Weighing in at 220 pounds. BOXER ANARCHY!" The music cut out as Boxer yanked the microphone out of the ring announcer's hand. "Get out of my ring or I will break your neck." The demon was being rather blunt this evening. He was left off of the biggest Pay Per View show of the year for WWE:E after winning one of the legendary triple cage matches the year prior. Now he was set to face off against one of the people he beat in that match, Disciple. The man scurried out of the ring at Boxer's request and the demon spoke again. "There is only one person I want to fight and everyone here knows who that is. I don't want to fight Disciple and his manager with the Halloween store horns, I don't want Hiro, or Jed or anyone else. I want a rematch against Matt Draven, for MY REMNANT CHAMPIONSHIP! I cleansed it of the pitiful humanity that had tainted it and now that Jeff Hardy wannabe is walking around with it undoing all my work. His lifestyle is an embarrassment to all of humankind and for the sake of your souls I have to end him. Matt... I know you can hear this. If you are as tough as you like to think then you'll fight me. You won't though. I know you're scared of me. But I fear no one. Not you, not the world champion, not cartwright and certainly not Di..." ((cutting it off for the inevitable interruption from Disciple))
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 6:17 pm
As the crowd awaited for the arrival of the Dreadnaught, the lights faded out, engulfing the arena in darkness. Then from the black void of the arena's rafters a commanding, and dark voice spoke.All Rise...Motograter - Down"The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL. Introducing at this time, accompanied to the ring by his Uncle, The Messiah, Nathanial Creed. Weighing in at 483 pounds.. The Dreadnaught! DISSSCIPLLLLEE!!!"As the jerking sound of Disciple's theme hit the PA, the lights flashed and flickered to the beat of the song. Smoke began to pour out from the back and bellow out from a few points on the stage quickly covering the stage and ramp with a thick layer. Soon Disciple and the sinister Nathanial Creed appeared from the back with a slow and methodical walk. smoke parted with each step he took. Disciple took his time, slowly approaching the ring, scanning the crowd from beneath his mask and hood. He stopped just inches from the apron, and reached up grabbing the top rope and pulled himself onto the apron. Nathanial however casually made his way up the steel steps and into the ring. Disciple stopped again, and looked across the crowd before stepped over the top rope and into the ring. He stopped as soon as both feet touched the canvas, and stared across the ring, at the official. He then slowly made his way to the center of the ring, where he would stop and began to remove his hood and trenchcoat with the assistance from his Uncle. The crowd was giving a defining mixed reaction for the pair. After removing his entrance attire, Disciple backed into one of the corners, as Nathanial made his way to ringside with Disciple's things. The Dreadnaught kept his empty gaze locked on Boxer from across the ring. He rolled his neck and shoulders as he awaited the sound of the bell.
However before the bell could ring, Nathanial's voice blasted over the PA. Standing at ringside Nathanial could be seen holding a mic, his stare directed at Boxer. "Disciple I think we have ourselves another arrogant shrew... I've said it once and I'll say it again. Disciple is the most dominate and destructive force walking this Earth." Nathanial paused, looking to his Nephew. "So I think you need to remind him Disciple... That there is one thing he should fear... And that's you!" With that Nathanial threw the mic off to the side and looking to the timekeeper. Gesture that he could start the match.
However that was really up to the Ref, but it was only moments after Nathanial was done talking that he signaled for the start of the match, letting the sound of steel ring out through the arena.
*Ding! Ding! Ding!*
With that the match had gotten underway. The Dreadnaught made his way out of his corner, his arms up in a cautious but ready stance as he approached The Demon. The Veteran figured he start with a standard of his. Try and use his size to his advantage and try to coral Boxer and keep him in the corner, so he could unload with a flurry of rights and lefts.
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Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2014 1:30 am
Boxer was not ready for the match to begin and he signaled that to the referee who held off on the bell ringing. "Calm down ref, I'm not done talking yet. You think that you're so scary Nathan." Boxer rolled out of the ring and walked over to Disciple's manager. "You know who I am, I guarantee that. So I know you're familiar with what happened the last time your disciple and I were in the ring together. I won that match. Your buddy over there lost. So why don't you drag your FAT MUTE BONDAGE b***h OUT OF MY RING AND GO GET ME MATT DRAVEN." Boxer was well aware he was going to get punched for what he was about to do but he didn't give a s**t and threw a sucker punch at the face of Nathan, who had foolishly stayed in the ring.
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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 1:55 pm
Nathanial had climbed onto the ring apron after barking at Boxer with the mic. He stayed there for a few moments after tossing the mic to stagehand, insulting and yelling discouraging remarks at the Demon of the Ring. As he did so he could see the frustration and anger building up in him. Reading his body language, Nathanial knew whats best to get some distance. Watching Boxer step at him and take a swing, Nathanial did what was best and in a desperate leap, dropped from the apron, nearly tumbling and losing his balance. However landing on his feet he had avoided any damage from the Demon, but Nathanial might have twisted his ankle on his fall. As he began to limp around the ring, heading towards the corner Disciple had started in.
Speaking of Disciple, The Dreadnaught watched and listened as Boxer basically scoffed at the idea of facing him, and dismissing him for Matt Draven. Disciple wasn't to keen on this outlook on himself. Seeing Boxer go after his Uncle, Disciple instantly exploded from his motionless stance. Since Nathanial was position so Boxer would have to give his back to Disciple to punch him, Disciple knew it was the best time to make him pay for such an attempt.
The behemoth charged forward looking to halt whatever attack Boxer had planned by bludgeoning him with a flurry of heavy, thumping forearms across the back of Boxer's shoulders and head.
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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 5:17 pm
It didn't take multiple shots to take down Boxer. The huge arms of Disciple leveled the demon with a single shot.
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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 5:52 pm
A bit flustered from almost getting taken out by the anarchist. Nathanial watched on with piercing eyes, adjusting his jacket collar, and yelled into the ring. "That's it! Pummel him!"
The monster would look to continue his assault, raining down right after right, until Boxer was completely level with the canvas. From there, Disciple would grabbed the top ropes and use them for leverage as tired went to bury his massive size 22 5E wrestling boots into the Boxer's spine.
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 11:19 am
~Auto...~Once Disciple had brought his massive boot into Boxer's spine with a stomp, The Dreadnaught would look to add to the punishment. With his hands still grasping the ropes, Disciple went to step up onto Boxer's and let his near 500 pound frame crush The Demon. If Disciple was able to lock in the illegal maneuver, the ref would be forced to start a 5 count.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 8:58 pm
~Auto... again...~ sweatdrop With Disciple standing vertical on Boxer's spine, the ref was forced to start the 5 count. However much Disciple just wanted to stay there and break Boxer in half, he knew that wouldn't help his chances for getting a legitimate shot at Harli. The Dreadnaught would step off of Boxer immediately after the ref had counted to 4. The behemoth wanted to keep the attack up and really focus in on the back, so Disciple reached down grabbed Boxer's ankle and went to pull him to the center of the ring, where, Disciple could try and send all of his weight into Boxer's back once more but this time with a massive elbow drop.
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