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 Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 9:35 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2014 6:56 am
Fall Out Boy- My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark (Light ‘Em Up)
“Oh, whoa, oh, oh,
whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh,
oh, whoa…
Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh,
Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa… ”
The familiar eery harmony that the fans have come to know began to play as Matthias' music ecoed throughout the arena. The fans were mixed, but none of them were positive. Most were booing, some were uncomfortably watching and squirming after watching the news segments play on the tron moments ago.
“B-B-B-Be careful making wishes in the dark, dark
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark
And besides in the mean, mean time
I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart…”
Again, no cannon, no theatrics, Matthias kept them waiting as he did before. He had no interest in putting on a show, he had far too much on his demented mind after everything he had done in the last few months.
“I'm in the de-details with the devil
So now the world can never get me on my level
I just gotta get you off the cage
I'm a young lover's rage
Gonna need a spark to ignite
My songs know what you did in the DAAA~AAA~AAARK! ”
Finally, the young man walked through the curtain, the same dark attire, the same gray flickering flame display on his black tights, the same black and gray face paint with the white contact lenses, and a black leather jacket with a hood, which he kept on. He didn't even pretend to try and look at the audience. His eyes were still wide and frantic, even though they were just staring at the floor. He was in an entirely other world right now.
“So light 'em up, up, up
Light 'em up, up, up
Light 'em up, up, up
I'm on fire”
"Introducing first, weighing in at 215 lbs, from Seattle, Washington, He is One Of No Kind, MAAAAAAATHIAS!"
Matthias had been becoming more and more disturbed gor those who have been watching him ine EWA, but with his transition to BBW, it appeared he was becoming completely unhinged. His eyes were wild, and very creepy behond his white contact lenses in on his black and grey painted face. He made his way to the ring, sliding insude, slowly, deliberately, then popping up to his feet like a marrionette having its strings tugged. He had a microphone in his hand, and he raised it to his lips with a trembling hand.
"I told you...I was coming to punish you...you didn't see me coming...you still don't..." Matthias said cryptically, perhaps related to the news clips that aired earlier, but who else could he be talking about?
Matthias dropped the microphone and kicked it out of the ring, smiling at the camera in a sinister manner, diabolical, before turning his attention to the stage, anxiously, disturbingly so, awaiting his opponent's entrance.
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 8:58 am
As he put the finishing touches on his entrance attire, J.W. Caliber could be seen pacing back and forth by the steps leading up to the gorilla position, getting himself psyched up for his next match. He took a slug of liquid courage from a flask in his back pocket just before tying his bandana in place, slipping on his sunglasses and climbing the steps. " Git 'er done!" the Texan muttered to nobody in particular as the opening notes of the country-western inspired intro to Volbeat's 7 Shots rang out over the arena sound system.  Stepping out through the curtain, the South Texas Stallion lowered his head and took a deep breath before thrusting his index fingers skyward, throwing his head back and letting out a loud Rebel Yell. " C'MON PEOPLE! MAKE SOME NOISE!!! Caliber shouted, as he crossed from one side of the stage to the other, trying to fire up the crowd before starting down the ramp and high-fiving fans on either side of the entrance way. DOWN ON HIS KNEES, HE SEES THE DEVIL WEEPING, WHINGING HIS TONGUE
MR. CADILLAC DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HE'S BEEN FIGHTING HIS OWN
HE'S BEEN TRYING SHOOTING ALL THE ANGEL DEVILS INSIDE
PLAYING AROUND WITH THE GOOD AND THE EVIL IN HIS MIND
ALONE IN THE DESERT AND COLD...SO COLD"Introducing his opponent...weighing in at 235 pounds, from The Big River Valley of Deep Down Dirty South Texas...he is the South Texas Stallion...J.W Caliber!"As he reached the bottom of the ramp, J.W. broke into a sprint and slid underneath the bottom rope, quickly popping back up to his feet and scaling the turnbuckles just as the steel guitar began to wail. Pulling the bandana from his face, Caliber tossed it into the crowd before he hopped down and removed his sunglasses and black Stetson handing them over to the stagehand at ringside with his shirt and duster coat following right after.
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 9:13 am
Matthias eyed the young cowboy incredulously, he couldn't believe this hick was the thing he got to break this evening. He giggled to himself in a way you'd think The Dark One was standing there, and hunched over, readying himself for the bell.
Ding Ding Ding
The bell sounded, and Matthias approached the center of the ring, no guard, nothing. He simply stood there, eyes closed, chin up, arms spread wide, almost like he wanted to be wrecked right then and there.
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 9:42 am
"Get a load of this guy!" Caliber said loudly enough for most in the crowd to hear. "He thinks he's Bray Wyatt or something!" The redneck drew a laugh from the audience with his smart-a** remarks, but he would get down to business as Matthias just stood there in the center of the ring, seemingly offering himself as a sacrifice.
J. W. would approach his opponent, intending to light him up with a series of hard knife-edge chops.
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 9:44 am
The difference between Bray and Matthias was simple. Bray wanted everyone to be like him, Matthias knew no one was. Matthias simply wanted to get hit. The sharp knife edge chops light Matthias up like a Christmas tree, opening his eyes and gritting his teeth as he smiled, arms still spread until after a few chops, he stumbled backwards in to the ropes.
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 10:35 am
With his opponent on the ropes, and being in a decidedly hardcore environment, the Dirty South Outlaw decided to press his assault with an homage to a certain Hardcore Legend as he attempted to knock the One of No Kind out of the squared circle by way of a Cactus Clothesline. BANG BANG!
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 10:59 am
Matthias took a tumble over the top rope, J.W. apparently wanted to go with him! Both men fell to the floor, Matthias in decidedly worse shape for it.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 12:58 pm
Both men took a tumble over the top rope, although Caliber did have some degree of control and ended up landing right on Matthias. J. W. found his feet fairly quickly and let out a loud Rebel Yell as he looked to start introducing the confused little special snowflake to his cowboy boots.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 2:27 pm
Matthias was trying to get up as Jay Dubbya was laying in the leathah (Now see thats a rhyme there boy im rhyimin for yah,) and ended up with his back ti the steel steps, sitting up, holding his chest.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 8:13 am
With his back to the steps, Matthias was in a precarious situation...one that the Dirty South Outlaw fully intended to capitalize on as he took a quick step back to get enough room to go for an attempt at a facewash.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 9:50 am
Matthias had just enough time to get out of the way of that lethal facewash, hoping J.W. would jam or hyperextend the knee running in to the steel. And afterwards, he'd leap forward for a quick chopblock on the same leg!
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 6:37 am
Dammit, nobody home. Caliber's missed facewash still had enough momentum to dislodge the steel steps, sending a jolt up his leg. Once he caught himself, he ended up seeing the arena lights as his leg got taken out from underneath him.
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 7:08 am
Matthias was quick to take advantage of the situation, grabbing for the targeted leg so that he can try and snap off a few kicks to the back of the knee.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 8:27 pm
"GYAHHH!!!" Caliber cried out, as his recently targeted leg took further damage from a rapid-fire barrage of kicks. In hopes of getting some breathing room, and putting an end to the damn kicking, J. W. would attempt to use his free leg to shove Matty off of him. If successful, the Dirty South Outlaw would roll underneath the ring to create some separation...and maybe find a weapon or two while he was down there.
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