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 Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 9:04 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2014 2:34 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, not to add 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 design covering it for the moment was a black skull with red eyes which was currently covering his bandaged face as the crowd was 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.
And the biggest wondering part was this: What did Andrew get from Blackjack's instrumental case, moments ago?
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 6:00 pm
 Andrew Styles made his entrance to a resounding chorus of boos. Even those fans who had cheered for him for his violent nature turned on the protege of the now infamous BBW World Champion. At this point Andrew was despised almost as much as Blackjack just by association. This heightened animosity carried over for several long, argious minutes; and because of that the audience wasn't aware of the passage of time that continued on. Where was Andrew's opponent. Soon they would begin to grow anxious, and their frustrations would turn towards the match that hadn't started. They booked Andrew's no showing opponent until finally.
The heavy thunder of drum beats began to fill the arena. Then as the rumble grew loud enough to drown out the audience, Aaron Fatsumoto emerged onto the stage. He was massive, his size was imposing to the audience in the nose bleed section, what it must be like to be his opponent. Aaron's head was wrapped in bandages, some of which were slightly stained pink with blood. His expression was furious and yet somewhat dazed still, and yet, despite the obvious concussion he'd received from Cyrus's barbwired chair; Aaron was still determined to wrestle.
"And introducing his opponent, weighing in at a staggering Six Hundred and Twenty-five pounds... He is, Japans favorite son; Aaaaaaaaron "The Damm" Fatsuuuuuuuu Motooooooooo!"
The audience's attitude flipped on a dime. While they had been booing his absence only a moment before, now the audience was cheering for Aaron who proved he wouldn't let a savage beating to his head stop him from putting on a show. Now they just hopped to watch Aaron flatten Andrew in the ring.
The gargantuan wrestler strolled down the ramp and made his way to the steel stairs set up. He was so enormous that he couldn't climb into the ring any other way. Once in the ring, Aaron beat on his massive hair covered belly before crouching down into a sumo stance, though adding his own flair by reaching down into a three point football stance. He rose again to the cheers of the audience as the drum beats began to settle into silence. Aaron stepped over to his corner and looked across the ring at the masked Styles. He grinned and signaled for the bell keeper to start the match.
"Fatty-Moto, Fatty-Moto" "Fatty-Moto! Fatty-Moto"
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 11:56 pm
The insane personality of Andrew's would have to be put into play right here as the bell rung, echoing through the ring and the surroundings, The True Crimson scanning his opponent for tonight, already analyzing the weak points of a giant or better yet, of someone who's huge in body build.
That analysis being complete, Andrew stepped forward into the center of the ring, awaiting his opponent to do the same as Andrew was there, awaiting for a lock-up, the fans would find this move just crazy because Blackjack's protege surely would be overpowered by Fatsumoto, that is, if Andrew even planned on a straight to the point lock-up.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 1:00 am
Aaron was shocked to see Andrew offer him a lock up. Aaron had a feeling Andrew was planning something with this luck up offer. He advanced on his opponent, and would gingerly reach out to grab Andrew's hand, but the moment his sausage like fingers locked with Andrew's, Aaron would lean his weight back try to yank Andrew forward into a short-arm clothesline with Aaron's massive fatty bicep.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 1:20 am
The True Crimson was surprised by Fatsumoto's acceptance of the lock-up but as soon as the masked man felt the tug forward, he knew there were bad news coming his way as he noticed the other arm move in to clothesline Andrew off his hinges, which happened, making Andrew space out for the moment, something bothered the mind of the semi-insane man as he could have tried to dodge that, his eyes now glancing upwards to his opponent.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 3:13 am
Aaron's blubbering arm floored Andrew into Aaron's shadow. He looked down at Andrew, and crouched to grab Andrew's mask, using a grip on it to pull Andrew up. Then Aaron would twist his torso and attempt to throw Andrew into the nearest turnbuckle.
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 8:15 pm
[The winner of this contest is Andrew Styles via pinfall.]
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