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 Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 11:32 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 3:03 pm
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(( Wrestlemania starts, aaaaaaaaaand Gaia goes down leaving it to technical difficulties on the Grandest Stage of Them All!)
The cage was set up and the crowd sat in anticipation, the lights were dimmed down for the presentation of the cage.
Soon the opening to "Strange Clouds" by B.O.B. started up as the lights went to flashing red to match the entrance gear. As B.O.B. started rapping and the electric effects were playing Bad Boy stepped out onto the stage, a big positive reaction from the crowd.
After taking one big look at the huge stadium full of fans, he turned his back, taking a couple of backward steps before turning around and thrusting his arm up, the sparks shot down from the top of the stadium! This creating a better reaction from the fans for Bad, as he held his fist waiting for the sparks to finish. Once they did he started to walk down the huge ramp towards the cage, nodding to the fans as he walked by them.
Announcer: Introducing first, the challenger. From Cleveland, Ohio, weighing 232 pounds! Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad Booooooooooooooooy!
Bad waved his arms up telling the crowd to get up and into it, it was Wrestlemania and he was pumped up more than ever!
He reached the end of the ramp, and stopped to stare up at the cage, the electric top, and height of it and everything. Bad Boy walked to the door, taking off his ring vest before get onto the apron and through the ropes via the door. He raised his arms to each side of the ring to the fans. Once Strange Clouds faded down, Bad stood near the ropes, the farthest side of the stage awaiting his opponents.
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2014 1:09 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 4:33 pm
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Listen up!
The future is bulletproof
The aftermath is secondary!
It’s time to do it now and do it loud.
Killjoys, Make some noise! The music died as did the lights. A heavy guitar strike was heard and the lights came on slowly in a dark red color. Boxer Anarchy stepped out onto the entrance ramp. His hands in his pockets and his hood over his head. He held his head down as the music blasted, standing in the center of the stage as his titantron played, not moving until the lyrics started. I shoot the lights out
Hide til its bright out
Whoa, just another lonely night
Are you willing to sacrifice your life?
WWWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHBoxer walked down the ramp letting the dubstep remix of Kanye West's Monster blare behind him. The crowd boo'd the demon, there was no doubt that Boxer was pissed off as he headed down to compete in his second Wrestlemania. He had been low blow'd by Talon so that bird boy could retain his championship. Though since he technically won the match, he found himself in the Intercontinental Championship match. Just stop it
I'm a monster
I'M A ******** MONSTER
Everybody know
I'm a ******** know
I'm a I'm a I'm a monster
I'm a ******** monster.Weighing in at 220 pounds. From Battery City, Boxer Anarchy. Boxer stepped through the door of the steel cage. He raised one hand over his head, his wrapped fist showing out of his hoodie. He held his head forward, pulling the hood off himself and slowly looking up. His cynical twisted smile elicited a lot of jeers from the crowd. his music faded as he took off his hoodie and turned his attention to the entrance way, waiting for Talon and Trent to enter |
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2014 8:05 pm
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~Well I was waiting for Trent to finish writing his entrance, but oh well.~ rolleyes
Nico Vega - Beast of AmericaWith the pounding drums of Nico Vega's Beast of America, the crowd erupted to their feet in a frenzy. A loud thunderous chorus of mixed reactions flooded the arena as the new Intercontinental Champion was about to make his entrance. "Introducing at the time... Weighing in at 228 pounds! He is the WWFG Intercontinental Champion! The Bird of Prey! TAAALLONNN!!!"About forty seconds into the song, the curtains flung open and the Bird of Prey marched out from the back with an attitude in his stride, and aggravated look on his face. As he approached the top of the ramp and slowly raised his arms out to the side his hands open with an embracing fashion. He then brought his hands close to the title, his hands slowly caressing it. almost in a protective manner. With the crowd giving off a off mixed, but mostly negative reaction, Talon began to stomp down the ramp. Slowly descending the ramp, Talon looked behind him as the fifth entree in the match had yet to show himself, so he was making sure no one would show up behind him. Halfway towards the ring, Talon stopped and held his arms out once again in the same embracing fashion, encouraging the crowd to let him have it with their reactions. After the crowd exploded again, really giving it to the Champion. Talon continued his march to the ring, one hand now resting on the title. Approaching the ring, the Bird of Prey grabbed the steel bars of the cage wall, shaking at the unforgiving and nearly unmoving steel structure. What little give the instrument of pain had didn't rest easy on Talon's mind, but he wouldn't show that to his opponents. With that same aggravated face, Talon approached the steel steps. Slowly making his way up the steps, Talon stepped into the Thunderdome. His eyes scanning his opponents as he cautiously entered the ring. Unstrapping the title, Talon quickly climbed the one open corner in the ring. Holding the title up with one hand, Talon twisted his torso around to keep an eye on his opponents as he showed off HIS title. before dropping off the turnbuckle, Talon leaned down and handed the one Ref in the ring his title. Before dropping from the corner, Talon again stared hard at the three men in the ring. Getting to his feet on the canvas, Talon began to swing his arms out and stretch his legs, getting in those last minute warm ups before the start of the match.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 11:11 am
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All the other competitors had made their entrances now there was only one other man left to do so. There would be a dramatic pause as the crowd was waiting for the man to come out and for the match to start. All of a sudden a loud sturdy voice could be heard all throughout the arena.
"At that time shall arise Michael, the great prince who has charge of your people. And there shall be a time of trouble, such as never has been since there was a nation till that time. But at that time your people shall be delivered, everyone whose name shall be found written in the book."
Following the voice a song clip would begin to play, the song entitled Archangel by Two Steps from Hell. The crowd was somewhat shocked by the entrance already but there was more awe inspiring things to see. Slowly the trap door on the stage opened wide and the lights turned pure black while it continued. Something shiny and white was rising from the trap door. All of a sudden a mask popped up and a small glint of wings, all pure white and very bright to the eye.
The man kept ascending higher and higher as a white trench coat would be shown now as well as white pants and white boots. Very bright as it would illuminate the rest of the arena that was pitch black. There could be heard some shocking reactions to this, none too big but there was reactions nonetheless.
After a few minutes the man would be high in the air and descending his arms, this was the supposed Michael the Archangel. The man was held there for awhile until the fact the lights went out, as if the clothing were all lit up and he just disappeared. It seemed like the flashiest part of the entrance was over but that couldn't be said just yet. Suddenly after a few moments of silence and pitch darkness except for the small placements of light from cell phones or other devices with lights. The original Heart of Courage played as the lights turned on and Trent would still have that mask on but the cloak and shirt were off. He would be at the top of the ramp in that cross position again with his back turned to the crowd this time. No pyrotechnics display sadly but it was fine as he would swing around and begin to head down to the ring. The crowd mixed between cheers and jeers for the man.
"Introducing at this time. Weighing in at 216 pounds, from St. Paul Minnesota. The Archangel, Trent Michel!"
Trent would take the usual walk down the ramp as he looked dead at his competition who should be impressed by the display. It seemed like he was out to win with an amazing entrance to gain the advantage. Even though the advantage is only style, however this match can have anything happen.
Trent would have finally reached ringside and the gigantic steel cage that was in front of him. He would grab a hold of a bar from each side and slowly entered the cell as the match was just a bit closer to starting now. He would have climbed up the steps and get right on top of the turnbuckle once doing so. After doing so he extended his arms out for everyone in attendance to give a pop to him.
Once that was done he would jump off the turnbuckle and be inside the ring, waiting for the match to start. Staring at all the competitors such as Boxer, Talon, Tiger King, and Bad Boy.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 11:34 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 12:11 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 2:29 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 6:46 pm
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