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 Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 9:14 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2014 7:12 pm
The cowbell of Mississippi Queen by the old 1970s band, Mountain, rang out.As soon as the music came, out came Caleb Cammrack with a chair. It was the same chair as the one he had viciously attacked Damon Pierce from behind with! Cammrack's onstage pause, with dented chair in hand, was now a strong stand of staying there. Drawing out a microphone from his pocket, he rose that to his mouth.. Not looking particularly happy.  "Being a second generation wrestler, my mother took on men in awlll kinds of matches! So, it should be known that -I- have no qualms in competing against a female.. unfortunately! Unfortunately, there, again, won't be much of a match here tonight! That is, unless my opponent, who is also a second generation wrestler, unless she really wants a match.. Melissa would need to pass through -steel- to get into that ring." A raised arm, pointing with his weapon of threat, toward the ring. Caleb Cammrack ends his words with a question that brings out just as much caution. "Are you willing to risk a trip to the hospital?!" His eyes set at the entrance.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 6:48 pm
Suddenly unfamiliar song began to play through the arena as a female growl was heard during the broadcast of the song before kicking into the lyrics which happen to be Japanese. The english translation appeared in subtitles in the titantron as Melissa was seen coming out through the crowd as she watched over at Caleb with a cocky smile on her face. Kachitotte mo mada mitasarezu mata hashiri dashita
Maku wa kitte otosareta tomadoi mo naku kane wo narase
Dore dake ubaeba mitasareru yosou mo tsukanai
Fuan ge na kimi no senaka ni kono kotowari oshieyou
Jiyuu wa amaku aimai na sonzai gensou no you de
Kousoku naku shite arienai sonzai koikogaretekuEven though I obtained it I was still unsatisfied, ran out again,
the curtain was cut and dropped, ring the bell without any confusion!
How many will I steal before I’m satisfied? I can’t even predict
I’ll tell the reason to your back, you who looks insecure
Freedom is a sweet, vague thing like an illusion,
an unrestricted, impossible thing that I’m falling deeply in love withMelissa began to rock her head back and forth during the song as she proceeded to throw up the horns into the air as a salute to Ronnie James Dio as she proceeded to walk through the crowd and towards the barricade. On her way through the crowd she looked like she would hi-five some of the people in the crowd only to fake it and laugh before stopping and jumping over the barricade and sliding into the ring as her face turned serious as she looked up at her opponent, Caleb who was holding a chair in his hands while standing around on the stage area. Melissa would stick up the middle finger to Caleb to taunt and annoy him.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 8:08 pm
Caleb sneered at the fingers.. he was going to make this little trick pay. So, she found a way around his trap, this wasn't going to change the outcome and he opened his thoughts to everyone of it. "This doesn't change a thing you two-bit floozy!" Then tossing the microphone off to the side, letting it be known that words are over and only action, was now the course.
Making a fast stride down the ramp, Cammrack's grip tightened, eager to bash his steel over this red headed bimbo's butt! Actually.. Caleb's eyes seemed to peer in the direction of Melissa's bottom..
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 2:30 am
Melissa taunted Caleb to "Bring it on" as she paced back and forth waiting for her opponent to grow a set and step into the ring with her without a weapon. Melissa chuckled again and to add insult to injury she would also exchange a few words with Caleb hoping to further proke him.
"A two bit floozy, am I. Let's see what you have to say after this so called two bit floozy kicks the living s**t out of you. I see you still weld that chair in your hands, Caleb but I know you are a chicken s**t if you have to resort to using weapons like that chair. What's it going to be you son of a b***h, either put that chair down and come at me like a real man or constantly be called the man who had no balls for the reminder with your career"
Melissa made sure that she was well away from Caleb as she spoke those words, a devlish grin appeared on her face soon afterwards.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 12:20 pm
Truth be told, the Monday Massacre event was rather different this time around. As opposed to the last few weeks where two up and coming, talented wrestlers were booked on every card, this week, neither of them were. To each their own reasons. To Damon Pierce, his was more personal. A week from hell outside of the ring and a completely dismal personal life had caused him to miss out on the roll call for the week. Essentially being wrote up as a no show. His reasons for no showing were due to personal health and clarity of mind. A clarity that he hadn't yet reached and an ease of mind that seemed to be impossible to grasp. A mindset that would prove him to be sane and a physical stature that would display his confident, cocky nature. None of that was seen on the face and visible to anyone who had seen Damon just now come through the doors of the garage backstage. He had chosen to enter the arena without a vehicle or without a clue how he got there. If anything, no one knew how he traveled.
For about an hour, Damon was outside of the building, MP3 player ear plugs embedded in his ears and eyes closed to try and find a sense of calm. Where his life outside the ring was a downward spiral and turmoil that led to harmful choices and alcohol abuse, Damon's only sanity was what he did in the ring at this point. Sure, this would probably wash away in a few weeks and once he regained his composure and sense of mind, he'd be back to his typical ways. This time however, he was changed. The anger and frustration of his life outside of the ring now causing him to have a more aggressive approach to things and turning to the element of revenge and 'getting even' as opposed to being 'the bigger person' and walking away. Revenge was best served cold and with how last weeks match went, Damon knew that he needed to see himself get that 'one-over' on Caleb for his cheap actions. Damon wasn't in a state that would permit him to wrestle a legitimate match without possible being 'too stiff' or intentionally injuring his opponents.
Songs like 'Hurricane' by 30 Seconds to Mars or 'MakeDamnSure' by Taking Back Sunday were perfect examples of how his recent life was headed. His love life was shattered due to his devotion and dedication to wrestling and making professional wrestling the center of his life. The apartment complex where he lived back in Cleveland had caught on fire and his floor took the most damage. Thus, Damon only had what clothes he had on his back and what he had in duffelbags in the back of his car. His parents moved out of the country due to the economy and essentially left Damon behind without a trace of there new whereabouts. Damon was alone. Plain and simple. There was no mistaking the fact that his new found lonesome and personal life was taking a toll on his psyche. To a point where Damon was no lashing out on people who used to be his friends and he was starting to lose his own mind in the shuffle of pace. His false facade of smiles or kind gestures were bullshit and fake to mask his true inner pain and suffering on a daily basis.
With everything going on, the question now presented itself. Why was Damon back? Why tonight? What made tonight worth an appearance? Well, it was only fitting that Damon found out about a certain match that Caleb would be in against a female. Melissa Drummond, from the sound of it. A name that he had referred to in his promo a week ago and someone who was a sure fire high caliber talent in the women's division. A definite title holder, if there were ever a women's title. Damon found that tonight of all nights would be the prime opportunity to display his new attire, his new aggression and display a sense of anger and relentless nature towards Caleb with the thought of costing Caleb his match against Melissa and serving a double purpose. Damon himself getting revenge in the most aggressive and brutal ways possible while hanging the aspect of Caleb losing to a girl over the new kids head. If it wasn't for Damon walking out last week, Damon would have destroyed the kid and won that match. Instead, Damon chose the count out.
Damon had already put his MP3 player away in his car and locked the car up fully, steering wheel lock bar and all, before making his way inside the building. Covering his face from around the top of the bridge of his nose and around his face was a jet black mask. Upon his head was a jet black beanie which he pulled down to cover a good amount of his forehead and hair visible above his ears. Now so much anymore with his beanie now covering his ears. His arm bands were worn as typical as they were as well as his grappling gloves and earrings. However, there was no SWAT vest. No black tactical cargo pants. No tactical combat boots. Nothing of his typical attire. Instead, he chose something easy. A black tanktop. A dark denim colored pair of jeans. Simplistic black boots and a black belt looped through his jean waist. For him to dress like this was pure comfort and gave him more room to breathe. Additionally, it displayed his years of muscle tone featured upon the curves and indents of his biceps and forearms. This being unintentional really.
Damon was not there tonight to impress anyone, become distracted from his goal or held back by any means. No. If anything, his focus was on two people. Caleb, and Melissa. Delivering a defining amount of punishment to Caleb through means of anything he saw fit to injure the kid with. Then, insure that Melissa wins the match by staying at ringside and seating himself behind the barricade to stay out of the action. Already watching from the television screens that he had passed the sights of Caleb at the top of the ramp and Melissa in the ring taunting Caleb, Damon saw that as the perfect hook, line and sinker to reel Caleb in for an unexpected attack. What was even better about the situation was that neither Melissa or Caleb would see this coming. Damon and Melissa had never crossed paths. He only knew her name markered on the white board occasionally for the night match card. Otherwise, this would be a surprise attack and reveal to everyone of a new brand of Damon Pierce. One that was shed free of his 'Justice/Injustice' ties.
As he passed BBW backstage crew and random talent in the backstage area, he paid them no mind or attention. If anything, his eyes were focused fully on the trek of direction where his feet were taking him to arrive at his end destination of the 'gorilla position'. On the way there, Damon would begin to reach in his left pocket for something, only to be revealed as a silver pair of brass knuckles. Something that was going to be a permanent addition to his matches and close future weapon specialties. Slipping them over his right fingers and squeezing his right hand to make a tight fist, Damon made sure the brass knuckles were slid up nice and tight that way what he had in mind wouldn't be taken lightly. Seeing the small silver steps leading up to the black curtain where the curtain crew were located, Damon hopped over the steps onto the third step and soon pushed the black curtain out of his way. No need for his music or anything to give himself away. Because now, Damon would rush from behind the curtain leading to the ramp to catch up to Caleb.
Once he was within striking distance, Damon looked to send a direct brass knuckled shot to the back of Caleb's head, right against the soft spot. If anything, it was a measured shot since he figured the typical response is for a person to snap their head back. Thus, only digging the brass knuckles farther into it's chosen location. He didn't expect for this to be seen or expected either, considering the pace Caleb was marching to down the ramp towards Melissa who was acing the act of goading Caleb into a distraction. If anything, Melissa would have half credit for a successful strike should all go according to plan. Now, Damon would just have to wait to see how it would all progress from that point on. Because if his strike wasn't responded to bodily through Caleb's knee-jerk reaction, he'd have to continue the assault heavily with whatever he could have in mind. The one thing that he did eye though was the exact same bent chair that was in Caleb's clutch which was used on him last week. That, would be an obvious decision for retribution upon use.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 3:04 pm
All those words that spewed from Melissa's sharp tongue that most definitely grabbed Caleb's skin and ate away from under his skin! He paused his foot falls, considering goading words of his female opponent.. looking down at the chair in hand. And he whipped it from his hand in a short motion, as if the steel nipped at his fingers. Cammrack's gaze crept back up to meet the dirty grin of Melissa, which only further intensified his ra-! dooo-ooomp! Blackout, knockout! Caleb Cammrack took a strike to that nice baby soft spot! Taking Damon Pierce's raping hand brass, his head knee-jerked like an orgasm that begged for more! Caleb Cammrack's body fell off its feet, limply to the side. No movement could be made, as Cammrack now is currently taking a visit to the unconscious world.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 6:58 pm
Melissa laughed at the site of Caleb getting struck from behind as she then took advantage of the situation and rolled out of the ring looking to lift Caleb up to his feet and try to roll him into the ring. If he was rolled into the ring, then Melissa would slide back in and attempting to get the ref to start the match.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 8:40 pm
Melissa took plenty energy to drag Caleb Cammrack into the ring through pulling, lifting, and pushing dead weight. This also took plenty of time.. and once both competitors were fully inside the ring.. the Referee was at first hesitant in starting the match, as Caleb wasn't even on his feet! But after a few seconds time of deliberation with some outside officials.. he shrugged his shoulders and signaled for the bell. !DING! !DING!
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 5:17 pm
Melissa looked to take advantage of the situation and dropped down and attempted to get a pinfall on Caleb by hooking both legs.
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 12:42 pm
Game. Set. Match. The feeling of seeing his brass knuckles covered fingers dig into the soft skin and hair of Caleb was well worth the wait. His head snapped back as intended and clearly dazed, crumbled to the metal surface of the ramp. It felt, good. It felt right. Damon's eyes carried no remorse as his face still remained half covered thanks to the mask covering it. Beanie covering his hair while mask covering his face, the live crowd was still clearly trying to decide who it was underneath the facial coverings. Slipping his brass knuckles off his fingers, Damon now pocketed them back in the same place he procured them from in his jean pocket and now looked to capitalize on the situation. Easily being able to due to Caleb now out like a light on the ramp, motionless. His eyes glanced over at the chair once held by Caleb and his feet moved him towards the direction of the frequently weaponized piece of furniture. Leaning down to pick it up and applying a good grip upon the mid level folding bars, Damon now walked back over to Caleb.
Wrapping his fingers around the opposite side mid level folding bars with his other hand, Damon now had full control of the chair. Where he would direct it's swing was only obvious and expected. Damon stood at the side of Caleb with the toe of his boots facing Caleb's torso and only a good two feet which separated Damon from Caleb. For a moment frozen in time, Damon kept his eyes on Caleb and relished in the moment of seeing the kid on his face, flat out on the ramp. There was no blood, but Damon's thoughts and mind imagined there was. Slowly raising the chair above his head and bending his arms back so the tip of the chair would be well behind Damon's body, Damon locked back for what was to be a complete shot. A full chair shot which wouldn't be 'kayfabe' or intentionally raised up before impact. Damon wanted Caleb to feel exactly what he felt the week prior when Caleb stuck the same hunk of metal against Damon's own body. Revenge was on his mind and that was something that fueled Damon. However, his chances became dissipated unexpectedly.
Whether it be Damon reveling in the moment for too long or Melissa's impatience, Damon's chair shot never took place. If anything, Damon was left there looking like a dolt with a chair primed and ready over his head while a laughing Melissa would reach down and carry Caleb down the ramp. For a moment, Damon could not believe that she had done something like that. For him to have a grand plan and for her to ruin it like that. For her to take away his sense of revenge.. that was regretful. Not regretful on Damon's behalf, but on hers. Damon's eyes took to a more annoyed approach as his arms very slowly lowered the chair back down in front of him. Head tilted in the direction of the ring. Eyes now piercing glares directly at Melissa in the ring and Caleb who was now rolled into the ring safely. Taking one hand off of the chair, Damon held it at his side as his feet now briskly took him towards the direction of the ring at a slow, methodical pace. Glances exchanged and divided between the lain Caleb and the pinning Melissa. Damon was going to get his revenge tonight.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 8:16 pm
[The winner of this contest is Melissa Drummond via pinfall.]
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