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 Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 9:40 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 11:39 pm
A tune that played was really hated by the fans was heard through the PA: Another Stranger Me
was heard as the lights went all crimson red, Andrew Styles was nowhere to be seen as of yet as the song just kept playing.
A seed of doubt
It exists
And it grows
A glimpse of life
From somewhere deep within
Awake and understand
Andrew's silhouette was now noticeable through the crimson lights as he simply walked slowly to the ring, the crowd booing him as loud as they could since he simply told them to ******** off literally and without any fears.
He was wearing a grey long coat with a red bandanna with long tips tied on the right arm simply flowing as he walked towards the ring on his red soled black shoes and his pants were simply black with an inverted red cross along the right leg, not a care in the world, no gesture or emotion as of yet just like always by now.
Is there anyone else here?
Somebody screaming
Please help me
Let's find out now
That I am not dreaming
Welcome to my damnation
Here it comes the real me
The ex-Crimson Champion got to the ring with his hands inside of the jacket's pockets and a cold gaze through his Silver Skull-Design Mask as he simply leaned back in one corner while slowly taking out his coat after stepping away from the corner, the mask not coming off at all, seems Blackjack had made more than a dent on Andrew Styles' face. He seemed to be following the masked way of Omega, well, not like he had any other choice to make the cheek bone get back into 100% recovery, his ribs were also hurting pretty badly, he was completely sore from the top to bottom but no way that is going to get in his way to battle.
Announcer introduction: Introducing first....From Montreal, Canada, weighing at 210 pounds, The True Crimson. Andrew Styles!!''
His music faded out after he stripped himself off his jacket and glasses at the signature part: ''Another Stranger Me'' as he awaited for the opponent for tonight to come, anger, sadness and maybe even a bit of depression went through his mind after the monumental loss on the Sanguine Invitational, spirit hurt by that loss to no words description as he wanted his opponent to come soon, so he can simply do a semi-murder, Blackjack's words simply haunted his head like a memory that denies leaving until it's completely understood, even at night it was a huge haunting ghost.
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2014 2:26 pm
BANG
Explosions erupt all around the main entrance and stage and Black Skinhead by Kanye West began to play. Strobe lights flicker throughout the whole arena building with the drums.
Suddenly, Mr Payne emerges from backstage and makes his way down the ramp and towards the stage. The crowd booing him profusely, Then the tone of the audience changed. Their boos and jeers grew louder and more enthusiastic. Mr Payne didn't notice as Blackjack came sneaking out of the audience behind him. As he neared Mr Payne, Blackjack pulled a metal tube from his pocket. With the flick of his wrist Blackjack extended the impact baton and charged Payne. Blackjack swung his black jack and cracked it against the back of Payne's head.
The thunderous blow rattled Payne and he dropped like a sack of potatoes. Blackjack stood over the unconscious body of Mr Payne, he wiped a bit of blood off of the length of the baton. He collapsed it and slid the tube back into his pocket, then from the same deep pocket, Blackjack pulled a bundle. He unfolded it and lay the bodybag beside Payne. He rolled pain onto the bodybag and started zipping it up. Mr Payne started stirring and weakly tried to fight Blackjack off. He sighed and slipped a set of brass knuckles onto his right hand. Kneeling on Psyne's chest, Blackjack held the bloody hair on the back of Payne's head and drove the loaded right fist into his cheek with bone shattering force. The impact fractured Payne's cheek bone and nearly put him in a coma. Blackjack zipped the bag the rest of the way up and hoisted it up onto his shoulder.
Calmly Blackjack walked to the ring and climbed the stairs. He looked into Andrew's masked face and winked he tossed the bodybag bodily into the ring. "You made the right choice today, here's your inventive bonus." Blackjack hopped off the apron and crossed his arms to watch.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 1:22 am
The True Crimson was confused by the set of events that just happened, Blackjack did come up and helped him out, this was actually pretty amazing, a rested wrestler could be more help than one that fought for some time and used up amounts of strength to pull off moves, so Andrew would be fresh to help out Blackjack because as they say, nothing comes free.
Staring through the silver skull-designed mask, his dark brown eyes, focused on Blackjack as he then stared momentarily to the body-bag presented before him with the opponent for tonight's fight.
Andrew's mind-set was actually pretty straight on what he wanted to happen as he promptly opened up the body-bag, taking out Payne from it as then he put his opponent on a mighty Lion-Killer, not wanting to finish this with a mere 1-2-3 count as the referee went towards the two wrestlers, Mr. Payne was absolutely knocked out of sense as the referee did not even under-go the arm lifting to tell that this match was finished by Knock-out, the bell was rung and the announcer now promptly said.
''The winner of this contest by Knock-out is....The True Crimson...Andrew Styles!!!!!''
Even after the bell rung, the theme song came up and the referee stepped in, the Lion-Killer kept applied, Andrew's eyes staring profusely at Blackjack on that intense moment as his theme song was halted, of course, seeing the action was not over yet.
Keeping the hold locked-in until more of the BBW staff came to make Andrew let go of Mr. Payne, absolutely, he would keep that submission hold locked in until Blackjack said otherwise, now Andrew was absolutely wanting to show that he was not someone to be played with, imposing himself as a force in front of Blackjack, just awaiting for an order, like a dog having an owner. If the dog is not told to let go, he won't. The crowd was at awe for that display of wilderness by the True Crimson.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 3:39 pm
Blackjack watched with elation as Andrew demonstrated his deadly hold, and apparently complete obedience. He smiled as officials, medics, and security alike tried to pry Andrew off of the battered Mr Payne. Blackjack calmly waited, allowing Andrew to inflict maximum damage on his opponent. Finally Blackjack turned and snapped his fingers signaling to Andrew to release Payne. Blackjack started walking up the ramp, a pleased smile on his lips. His plans were coming together perfectly.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 11:30 pm
Just showing complete obedience, after the finger snap of Blackjack's, Andrew let go of the deadly Lion-Killer, now allowing medics to check Payne out because surely the other was going to be for a while away from the ring or maybe not.
The True Crimson rolled out of the ring and went after Blackjack in a more calm and collected manner, hands inside of his pants' pockets after his vertical base was regained outside of the ring, the fans shocked and quite silent at the events but Andrew could care less as he simply followed the one who would be giving him orders for a while, not really thinking much beyond their mutual deal.
Even the PA was silent, not playing any tune, not the victorious Styles's theme neither Blackjack's theme but for now it did not matter one bit, message delivered and received in the most painful manner, Payne being the first receptor of many to come.
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