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 Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 9:39 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..."
Weather: Light rain.
Wind: 5 mph.
Temperature: 70 degrees Fahrenheit.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 7:16 am
A tune that played was really and moronically 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 the past events that went by, the attack on Cartwright, the attitude, a lot contributed to the boos.
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, obviously his emotions could not be seen due to the mask and the bandage layers.
After a bit and stopping his elegant walk, he simply rose his arms in the air and stretched them to the sides, his masked face glancing up, the very familiar Sweet Tooth's design covered the silver mask, very familiar to those who played Twisted Metal which was currently covering his bandaged face as the light rain poured on top of his mask, going through the orifices of the mask and falling slowly through the coat and consequently the body in a soothing manner, the crowd just erupting with boos and jeers for The True Crimson...
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
Styles got to the ring with his hands inside of the jacket's pockets and a cold gaze through the mask as he simply moved to one corner while slowly taking out his coat, taking his sweet time to do so until he handed the coat to the crew staff man near the ring as to save it and then return it to the wrestler after the match.
Leaving the black shirt on with a signature number of Blackjack's: 21 on the front in a big font and an eerie effect of blood red, the Stylian Symbol on the back with gold and silver designing, the sleeves were long on the shirt with what seemed a snake wrap design in red around of the sleeves, ignoring the fans' reaction completely, The True Crimson just kept his mind in the game.
Announcer introduction: Introducing first....From Montreal, Canada, weighing at 210 pounds, The True Crimson. Andrew Styles!!''
His music faded out after he started warming up and now awaiting at the center of the ring. The song coming to a stoppage on the signature part: ''Another Stranger Me'' as he awaited for the opponent for tonight to come, this was sure to be a great night to destroy and demolish and there was something in his mind for tonight, so he was going to want to end this match fast, wondering how to do it, how to break the opponent quickly or go bone by bone by bone... Infinite possibilities in this ring and Andrew's mind.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 5:44 am
Stand as One Begins to play over the PA as Mikey McKay makes his way out from the back. He makes his way down the ramp, his gaze not changing. As he gets to the ring, he jumps onto the ring A La Brock Lesnar before stepping into the ring.
"His opponent, weighing in at 295 pounds, the Celtic Cannon, Mickey McKay!"
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 5:51 am
A smirk would be crossing The True Crimson's face right now, had it not been covered up by bandages and the Sweet Tooth design mask.
The intense eyes of Styles' scanning the opponent for tonight, Mikey McKay, huh?
After this match, Andrew planned to rename that McKay to McBye because the aim was to knock the opponent unconscious or put him in the deadly submission hold that's named Lion-Killer...
Ah, decisions, decisions, what mattered now was the fact that Andrew was in the center of the ring, awaiting for the bell to ring so he could already jump the gun and do a swift take down on Mikey as to then start the devastation process.
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2014 7:08 am
The bell rang, and Mikey charged in with his blitzkrieg attack style, hoping to ram his shoulder into Andrew's stomach and take him to the corner for a series of shoulder blocks to start the match!
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2014 10:51 am
Hmn, Mikey seemed to have a plan set in motion as The True Crimson was hit by that charge in the stomach and was taken to the corner but he did not want to keep this pace up for too long as then he aimed to knee the other's face and chest in as in a survival call for victory.
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2014 1:41 am
(Auto-hit #1)
The True Crimson struck with the knee right on the chest of Mikey McKay which made the latter stumble back as then Styles just ran and aimed to do a swift Lariat after grabbing the opponent's arm to pull him back in, Kazuchika Okada style.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 8:26 pm
[The winner of this contest via submission is Andrew Styles.]
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