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Extremist-Saint-Joey Captain
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 Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 2:35 pm
HARDCORE MATCH! GOOD LUCK!
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 11:20 am
After the fans had calm down a bit finally the opening drum beat and little tune of Enter Shikari's hit song The Feast began playing throughout the arena.
"WE'RE TRAPPED IN THE RIBCAGE OF A WILDERBEAST,
COME JOIN THE FEAST!!!
SIT AT THE HEAD OF THE TABLE, WE'LL EAT OUR WAY OUT!!!!"
As the lyrics of the song plays out comes Omega, jumping out and landing chest first on the stage. he lays there for a bit and finally springs himself up to his feet. He looks out to the crowd and is all smiles, well underneath his mask anyways, he looks out at the crowd and begins pointing at the audience motioning he was going to throw something towards them. He pulls something out from his pockets in the shape of a ball, he clasps his hand together and makes a motion similar to the Hadouken and shoots out the ball!! The fans fight over it and reveal it is a custom-made Omega T-Shirt, showing a chibi style drawing of him and having the word Omega in huge font!!
Omega points at the opposite side and the fans lose it as he pulls out another t-shirt ball and once again fires off a Hadouken T-Shirt energy ball! He then begins the long trek down to the ring, he high fives the fans a bit and even poses for a few photos with some of the younger members of the audience, odd that they're at a show for a violent company like BBW but hey fans are fans.
"And introducing the challenger, he weighed in tonight at 226lbs. He is now residing in the Osaka Prefecture of Japan, he is 'The Masked Mad Merc With A Mouth' This is Omega!!!"
Omega had made it to the steps at this point and took a bow before climbing up them, he climbed up on the apron and motioned to the crowd and did his old school Uuuuu! Call. He climbed down and opened his coat to show off his inked and slightly scarred chest before removing his coat. He handed it to the ringside attendant before going to a neutral corner and waiting for the start of the match.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 12:25 pm
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 debut match with ASaR. 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. Let's make a good first impression, shall we?, Caliber thought as he prepared to step through the curtain. " 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: Fri Jun 20, 2014 1:14 pm
Omega applauds as J.W Caliber enters, he is nothing short of a good sport after all, he heard the bell ring and walked forward. He offered a handshake to Caliber and after would break away for a bit and offer a Lock-Up to him.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 2:16 pm
Caliber was also something of a good sport, and accepted the offered handshake. He likewise stepped back before stepping into the lock-up. Once the grapple had been initiated, the South Texas Stallion would quickly attempt to transition into a side headlock.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 2:50 pm
Omega was excited until he was locked into the Side Headlock, he was in it for a bit before he attempted to counter and grab onto J.W Caliber's arm and transition into a Side Wristlock if it succeeded he'd attempt an Arm Drag. If successful he'd spring up and wait for the South Texas Stallion to stand before attempting to deliver a Dropkick on him.
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2014 11:16 am
Caliber had the headlock on good, and managed to crank on it a couple times before Omega managed to slip out and put the South Texas Stallion on his back with an arm drag...and then a moment later, J. W. found himself dropped once again as the masked man's dropkick connected.
The rough and tumble redneck rolled with the bump and popped back up to his feet by the ropes, and after hitting the ropes to pick up a bit of momentum, Caliber would attempt to return the favor by way of a quick clothesline.
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 9:36 am
Omega sprang up and was about to shout Ole! but as he sprang up his head was taken off and he fell to the mat. He stayed on the mat clutching his head from the pain.
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 6:58 pm
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAWWWW!!!", Caliber shouted as he quickly regained his footing after dropping Omega with the clothesline. The South Texas Stallion would play to the crowd a bit and allow his opponent to get back to his feet following that lightning fast exchange.
Once the Masked Merc With a Mouth was back up, Caliber would be the one offering a lock-up.
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 8:26 pm
Omega got to his feet still holding his head a bit and he turned to face Mr. Caliber. He liked this guy, he was all about quick impact and some nonsense inbetween.
Omega accepted the Lock-Up and attempted to Transition over into a Rear Waist Lock, if successful he'd attempt to lift J.W Caliber up and drop him hard on the mat face first.
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 5:31 pm
Omega accepted Caliber's lock-up, and quickly slipped behind the roughhouse redneck, cinching in a rear waistlock. As J. W. felt his opponent trying to lift him, he quickly attempted to simultaneously lower his center of gravity and fire back a series of elbow shots in an effort to break the masked man's grip. If his gambit was successful, the South Texas Stallion would attempt to reach back and try to send Omega to the mat with a snapmare.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 10:12 am
Omega felt a barrage of Elbows in his face causing him to release J.W Caliber and before he knew it he was taken down hard by a Snapmare. He remained seated for a bit rubbing his face from the aching pain in his jaw.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 2:28 pm
With Omega now seated in front of him, rubbing his jaw after the series of elbows, the temptation to take advantage of the ring positioning was too great for Caliber to resist. He would attempt to follow up his snapmare takedown with a sharp kick to the spine.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 2:39 pm
Omega was seated and rubbing his jaw when suddenly he felt a bone rattling pain in his spine as J.W. Caliber decked him hard with the kick. He fell to the mat his chest puffed out as he wriggled around on the mat.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 2:51 pm
The crowd collectively winced as the dreaded "indy kick" found its mark with a sick thud. While Omega was writhing on the mat, the South Texas Stallion quickly gauged the distance to the ropes before charging at them, attempting to continue his blitzkrieg assault with a Lionsault!
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