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 Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 9:51 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a Falls Count Anywhere Match! Introducing first..."
Weather: Rain.
Wind: 4 mph.
Temperature: 69 degrees Fahrenheit.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 11:27 pm
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?
WWWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Boxer walked down the ramp letting the dubstep remix of Kanye West's Monster blare behind him. The crowd boo'd the debut stressed ing demon. The crowd was familiar with his work in other companies so he wasn't surprised at all. Just stop it
I'm a monster
I'M A ******** MONSTER
Everybody know
I'm a ********
Everybody know
I'm a I'm a I'm a monster
I'm a ******** monster. Introducing first, weighing in at 220 pounds, from Battery City, Boxer Anarchy. Boxer rolled into the ring and hopped up to his feet. 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 Blackjack. The rain fell down on him and the ring, quickly soaking his hair and jeans. 
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 1:42 am
The rain fell at a steady pace, as it had much of the night, the constant supply of water washed away the filth that had accumulated over the course of the night. The pa system crackled to life and an eerie melody began to play. The music was new to the fans, but the creepy vibe it produced gave most of them an idea of who was coming. When Blackjack emerged onto the entrance pushing an antique covered wheelbarrow, the fans eager for a display of hyper violence erupted into soggy cheers.
The pigs they hear
We need their meat
I feel their blood
beneath my feet
He walked the wheelbarrow halfway towards the ring and stopped. Blackjack was dressed to the nines as always, water pouring from the bowler hat he wore low over his eyes. Blackjack looked up and reached forward grabbing the tarp that covered the wheelbarrow. With a hard yank, Blackjack ripped the tarp off revealing the Chinese style fireworks cart.
The dark has come to take my life
I'm underground without a light
I feel it close
I smell it's stench
I hear it's moans
I feel it's breath
He reached into his coat pocket and pulled a zippo out, lighting it with a flick-click. It was a simple task to light the fuse which burned quickly once the tip touched the flame. While the fuse burned down, Blackjack stepped past the cart walking the rest of the way to the ring.
Oh, why do I feel so empty now?
Red meat is all over the ground
I know they do the same to me
Guess it's just time to feed.
As Blackjack climbed into the ring, the fuse vanished into the cart. Blackjack pulled his hat off and flung it into the audience. His jacket was already soaked, making it cling to Blackjack's arms as he pulled it away. When Blackjack tossed the jacket onot the ringpost in his corner, there was a hollow thump. Another thump followed the first, then another, and soon the thumps were coming rapidly. The cart rattled as it fired a total of 21 rockets high into the air. The Rockets vanished into the cloud cover above.
Amnesia
(piggy, piggy)
Red meat is all I eat.
(piggy, piggy)
Amnesia
(piggy, piggy)
Red meat is all I need.
Blackjack turned to face his pink opponent and grinned. Red droplets began to splash on his shirt and the white canvas. At first the drops were sparse, but gradually they fell more frequently until suddenly it was raining blood. Cries of shock and horror rose from the audience as the bell rang to start the match. All the while, blood rained down, staining Blackjack, the ring, and many fans red.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 2:33 am
Boxer grinned back at his opponent. When the blood rain started coming down Boxer opened his hand to catch a few drops, admiring Blackjack's work.He wasn't sure if Blackjack knew a thing about him. The demon liked the rain, he especially liked this blood rain. He opened his mouth to let the blood hit his tongue, spitting it out almost instantly as it tasted like gunpowder from the fireworks. Boxer looked at his opponent and the crowd who was quickly becoming more like Boxer, in skin color at least.
Anarchy leaned back against the corner post and threw his arms over the ropes with a smile.his wet hair fell forward in front of his eyes, he could see just fine, but the bloody mess of hair on his head certainly made him feel like a badass. The fans were dead silent, in shock of what was happening. The blood rain would frighten most normal competitors and yet Boxer Anarchy just leaned back, enjoying the weather. The two most insane, sadistic unstable wrestlers in G-Fedding were about to go to war. A small crack of thunder was heard off in the distance, as if to replace the bell the would be rung to signal the start of the match.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 11:07 am
When the lightning flashed across the sky, thunder rumbled, drowning out the ding of the bell. Blackjack leaked back into his corner and tilted his head. He chuckled and pulled his signature impact baton from his pocket and extended it with a flick of his wrist. Then he turned to the official and complained. "I was told I'd be fighting against a demon. Instead I'm stuck reenacting Attack of the Killer Tomatoes. This is a joke... " Blackjack's hand pointed at Boxer as he spoke.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 11:50 am
Boxer had heard that, he wasn't too fond of that nickname. He quickly rolled out of the ring and started rummaging around the area underneath the ring, throwing every item he could out. After a few moments he stood up and pulled out as table that he also tossed to the side. The area around the announcer' stables was riddled with chairs, bats, kendo sticks, fire extinguishers, a table and a staple gun.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 4:25 pm
Boxer responded to being insulted by dashing out of the ring and collecting an array of weapons from under the ring. The crimson rain continued to fall, and the audience was starting to calm down to the shock of the phenomenon. Blackjack sighed at Boxer's eagerness to start the hyper violence, he'd hoped to build some suspense up before really unloading on his unfortunate opponent. Blackjack stood across the ring from Boxer until he saw his moment. As Boxer stood up to drag the table out from under the ring, Blackjack dashed forward and dove into a baseball slide aimed at Boxer's head.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 12:04 pm
Boxer looked up just in time to see Blackjack running at him. He didn't have time to counter so he threw his arms over his face, unsure what Blackjack would do. Unfortunately for Boxer the ground was already getting slick thanks to the rain, so when the kick connected with Boxer's forearms, despite Boxer's best effort to stay on his feet, he fell backwards, landing with his spine on the steel baseball bat. Not a plesent feeling in the slightest.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 4:05 pm
Blackjack's baseball slide carried him the rest of the way out of the ring and he dropped to his feet standing over Boxer. He noticed the grimace on Boxer's face, he'd blocked the brunt of the kick work his arms. Then Blackjack noticed the bat sticking out from behind Boxer's back. Taking the initiative, Blackjack aimed a hard stomp at Boxer's stomach, over the bat.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 5:30 pm
Boxer was stomped in the gut, cursing loudly as his spine was smashed a second time against the bat. He realized the irony of being baseball slide kicked onto a baseball bat but that was the least of his problems at the moment. Boxer rolled off the bat holding onto his side, as close to his back as he could reach.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 6:40 pm
Boxer rolled off the bat, cradling his back from the agony of having his spine warped over the unyielding steel. Blackjack watched the effects of his good work, while red rain continued to fall on both men. Blackjack calmly bent down and grabbed the bat and stalked around his prey. His black shoes sloshed through the bloody mud as he watched Boxer with the intensity of a hungry panther. Then suddenly Blackjack raised the bat and swung it down like an ax at Boxer's thigh. Like a true predator, he didn't go for the kill, Blackjack was attempting to hamstring Boxer, allowing him to savor the violence to come.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 9:33 am
Boxer, thank god, had the sense to roll away from Blackjack who was doing him best bat-man impression. He wondered how a metal bat against the floor would feel. as Boxer rolled onto his hands and knees, still grimacing from the bat to the spine, he found a kendo stick within arms reach. Assuming the bat hitting the floor was enough to distract his fellow crazy a** competitor, Boxer would grab the stick and continue to sell his back injury. Hopefully luring Blackjack in for a sneak attack.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 2:06 pm
Blackjack swung the bat hard, and missed as Boxer rolled away just in time to avoid a severely bruised hamstring. Normally a miss like that would end up striking solid concrete sending painful shockwaves up the bat into Blackjack's arms. Tonight was different, Spring in the Ring was set up in the lawn at Zilker Park, and the nights steady rain, coupled with the shows activity left the ground soft and mushy; so when Blackjack's bat struck mud he barely felt any impact at all. Fortunately for Boxer, Blackjack's psychotic temper got the better of him and with a roar he launched the bat wildly at Boxer, not even taking the time to aim it wasn't likely to reach its target. Fueled by that rage and watching his impulsive throw miss sent Blackjack into a frenzy and the dashing dealer jumped at the downed Boxer ready to pummel him with bare knuckle fists.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 12:13 am
Boxer looked out of the corner of his eye and saw Blackjack coming at him. He was happy Blackjack took the bait but he wasn't sure about his own aim. Boxer took a swing with his mighty kendo stick that was kept under a wrestling ring for some bizarre reason. He hoped to smack Blackjack in the knee, hoping to buy himself enough time to stand up.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 12:33 am
Blackjack was rushing blindly at Boxer, his psychotic anger having taken hold over him. Even if he had been paying attention to Boxer it would have been hard to block the sudden strike of the kendo stick, in his rage, Blackjack had no clue it happened until the stick cracked into his knee. Blackjack's leg buckled, and he tumbled right over Boxer and splashed into a puddle of bloody mud. The pain that flared up his leg broke the rage that had consumed Blackjack and left the man rolling in the mud holding his knee.
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