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 Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 8:24 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the OECW Seasons Championship! Introducing first..."
Weather: Snow.
Wind: 7 mph.
Temperature: 2 degrees Fahrenheit.
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 8:06 pm
The ring the lights went out, leaving everyone in the dark. Literally. Slowly My Demons by Starset began to play and blue and purple lights began to flash as the crowd waited. Faster and faster the lights flashed. Somebody was going to have a stroke for sure at this rate! Mayday! Mayday!
The ship is slowly sinking
They think I'm crazy but they don't know the feeling
They're all around me,
Circling like vultures
They wanna break me and wash away my colors
Wash away my colors
Take me high and I'll sing
Oh you make everything okay (okay, okay)
We are one in the same
Oh you take all of the pain away (away, away)
Save me if I become
My demons
Suddenly laser lights flashed and rotated during the entrance, never staying in one spot for long. Matt slowly walked out onto the stage and crouched down. His face and body paint glowing in the black light. He was at center stage when the music picked up and Matt suddenly jumped up to his feet and fireworks shot up and out towards the ring! The lights went back to normal and Matt made his way down the ramp, refusing to stare at nothing but the empty ring. "Ladies and Gentlemen, From Washington D.C. ......The Suicidal Devil.........MATT DRAAAAAAAAAAVEN!" Upon making it down to ring side, the BBW crowd at a fever pitch for the up coming contest, Matt and walked up the steel steps. However, once he got to the top he paused. Without so much as a smirk, he hopped to the floor and walked around the ring, making rather rude gestures and yelling at those in the front row Much to their dismay! Anyways, after making that trip all the way around the ring, he slid into the ring and quickly got up to his feet. He then sprinted across the ring and jumped up onto the second turn buckle, where he threw his arms out wildly before bringing his hands up with his signature hand gesture. He then climbed down and repeated the taunt at each of the corners before standing in the corner. Where he waited his would be opponent. It was too damn cold, and slippery as a ********! THe only solace he really had was the black stocking cap her wore with the BBW logo on it.
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 6:43 pm
Though it was cold outside, the audience had comfort of knowing that the chilly winds were soon to be accompanied by the sounds of a twanging guitar adding the sensation of torpor to being ********. While there would be no rocking chair to throne the champion as he made his from inside, the jeers of the audience would keep Shadow warm at night as he made his appearance to bring winter the "Fear Of A Blank Planet". "And from the Land of the Setting Sun, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-nine pounds, he is the OECW Seasons Champion: Shadow!"Dressed in a skin-tight jogger's jump suit, a beanie, and fingerless gloves, Shadow made his way down to the ring with the silver of the championship belt glistening in the spotlights. His breath was clearly visible as he huffed his way down to the ring. It would be a long and cold night for Matt Draven, as this was Shadow's home turf. Climbing into the ring, Shadow got to the center and paused before whipping his head back and spitting out.... a black ice cube. It was that cold folks. Catching it in his hand, Shadow looked at it, shook his head, and tossed it towards the ramp as he began to unbuckle his belt.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 6:13 pm
Ding Ding Ding
After the bell rang, Shadow went on the attack as he charged at Matt with a shoulder tackle to start things off in the freezing weather!
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 11:44 am
BOOMthe cannon-fire pyro went off suddenly. What the hell!? The Man Called Boom stepped out, looking quite angry. Could it be because of what Shadow did earlier that night backstage? "Shadow...." he said in his microphone, breathing heavy in anger. "what....you did....disgraceful....Mindy...deserves better...." he slid into the ring and went right into Shadow's face, standing over the veteran. "...apologize."
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 12:23 am
[Before you two continue on, I figured I'd go ahead and call the finish of this match.]
"The winner of this contest by pinfall is Shadow."
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 9:18 pm
Panting heavily after a hard earned victory, Shadow just looked Boom in the mask and shook his head in disbelief. Was this really happening. He snapped the mic from Boom's hand and raised it up to his mouth.
"Or what? You'll kick an old man while he's down? How about you light a fire cracker in a matchbox with Mindy written on it because that's the only bang you're going to get from her."
He dropped the mic and the pop was his emphasis while he waited for Boom to try and formulate his response.
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 10:13 pm
Boom stared at Shadow, his shoulders went up and down with his enraged breathing. He paced back and forth, his gaze still on Shadow. then he seemed to turn away, as if letting his anger just fume out...
... that is until the masked man turned back and exploded like a powder keg, aiming a nasty forearm smash for Shadow's jaw.
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 10:30 pm
And down went Shadow like a sack of pork chops, already beaten up from his match. Tonight would be Wednesday and Thursday pills if he ever made it back to the locker room.
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 10:45 pm
Boom roared in pure fury, attempting to grab Shadow by his hair and drag him into the corner sitting down. If he managed to he would then proceed to begin stomping a mudhole in Shadow's chest.
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 10:53 pm
Look, Shadow's old and tired. He had a pretty big day and was in no position to really fight back here. So there was mud holes and pork chop bits undigested that Boom was stomping into. It wasn't pretty.
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 10:57 pm
this was when refs and security came out, trying to pull the rampaging Boom away from Shadow. Sure he was a complete a*****e but he was an older man and Boom was really tearing into him. Boom shoved the men away, even striking at some before he hoisted Shadow and put his old head between his legs. After a half second of enraged breathing, pointing to the turnbuckle...oh no... he lifted Shadow up and aimed the sickening atomic powerbomb straight for the corner post!
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 11:50 am
What would be a highlight played at the next show, Shadow crashed back first into the post and was left a heaving mass of flesh on the canvas. He would be taken out by stretcher after management managed to keep Boom off of him long enough to get some medical attention.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 10:23 pm
Boom grabbed the microphone, staring at Shadow. it seemed the physical part of this whole assault was over...finally.
"you...should have...said...sorry." he said before storming off, letting the medical team take Shadow away.
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