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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 9:20 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 11:28 pm
The arena lights turn off, except for a few of them going to a strobe effect as the opening of Head Like a Hole by AFI starts up. Xavier X slowly walking to the center of the stage as the crowd go right to their feet, giving a massive reaction. He stands as the theme goes into the pause. During the pause Xavier X hesitantly raises his arm into the X, roaring out to the audience as the sides of the stage shoot out pyro, the crowd giving another reaction to it. Xavier drops his arms down and starts to walk down to the ring. Announcer: ...From Oakland, California; weighing in at 204 pounds.....XAVIER.........X!  The way Xavier was walking down to the ring was slower than usual. The only thing he could do to play to the crowd was simply nod to the fans. He got to the steel steps and walked up them slowly, getting to the apron and got through the ropes. X walked to the camera side and raised up the X once more, before backing to the side opposite of the ramp. It was noticeable how much pain he seemed to be in during his entrance, but he was willing to fight through it and compete in tonight's match!
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 12:36 am
"BADER UTRIA, BADER MATSCHKA." Roar of the Lion played as Jamie made his way out onto the stage.

The camera now focused in on a female standing at ringside. She pursed her lips with a smile and held the mic up to her ruby red lips. "Predstavlyaya iz Alabamy, zmei Dzheymi Bader!"
The camera panned over the crowd before returning to Jamie as he made his way to the ring. On one shoulder, the Crimson City Championship. On the other, a Russian flag. On his face, a scowl that seemed to be etched in stone. Tonight, Jamie was all business. The shorter male ascended the steps and ducked under the top rope slowly, making sure to keep an eye on this 'Xavier X' fellow. The crowd was very confused as to why the once proud 'merican now donned the communist colors of the neighbor nation. Jamie handed the title over to the ref and draped the Russian flag over the top rope before walking over to the opposite ropes and motioning to a ring-hand. The nearby assistant handed him a mic and quickly backed away.
"Hello? Hello? Eta shtuka vklyuchena?" Jamie asked as he beat on the mic. "Y'all will have to excuse my oddness tonight." He explained as he strolled back over to the Russian flag and leaned on the ropes. "--But I was having trouble getting by on my own, so I decided to steal someone else's get-up and get over with that..." Jamie paused and scratched his head with his mic. "...Aaand Y'all know exactly what I'm talkin'bout. Now I could turn my cheek and let that be that, but we all know that that's just not who I am and that's not how a man such as myself handles business, and in this business, there's only room for one snake, and that's me..." The crowd gave him a mixed reaction, but Jamie continued on. "Novost, Salem Croft, I am calling you out--" Jamie pointed to his opponent, Xavier X, and gave him a thumbs up...Before turning it into a thumbs down. "--And when I'm done with this nikto, whether or not you accept, I will be coming for you." Jamie raised his hand into the air and gave the camera an icy glare. "Ya otomshchu I ya razdavlyu tebya!" Jamie clenched his hand down in a fist and tossed away his mic.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 1:43 pm
Xavier remained leaning back on the ropes. Hearing Bader's words made Xavier X want to run right in, guns blazing looking to teach him a lesson. However, tonight he had to be a bit more careful, as he was still feeling the effects of the TLC match he had with King. Xavier kept his tank top on for the match, but you could see through the open areas the athletic tape wrapped around his ribs, extending over his right shoulder to cover up the bad scar.
Xavier pushed himself off the ropes, moving his arms around getting a final feel of what his limits were in terms of movement, starting to circle around Jamie.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 2:12 pm
Jamie began to circle as well as the bell rang, signifying the start of the match. "I hope you're ready boy, because I'm about to show you some good ol' fashion Southern hospitality...By putting you in the hospital."
Jamie held a hand out to Xavier, offering the man a lock-up to see if he could best Jamie in the chain-wrestling game.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 5:55 pm
Xavier heard the words loud and clear, shaking his head before accepting the lock up. Since he knew he had just about no chance of even out muscling his opponent, Xavier went for an Arm Wrench on Bader.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 5:58 pm
"Ok--Woah! Woah!" Jamie exclaimed as his arm was wrenched sideways at a degree that should not be done regularly. Giving it a moment or two to think, Jamie leaned forward and went to put his free hand down, cartwheel over to relieve the pressure, then he would try to grab one of Xavier's wrists and counter with an Arm Wrench of his own!
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 9:37 pm
"That's right Bader!" Xavier said pretty faintly as he was trying to use less air to not bother his ribs. He kept a hold when Jamie did the cartwheel, until he was put into the Arm Wrench! X stayed in it for a couple of seconds before rolling forward to relieve the stress of the move as well. Unfortunately he got stuck on the ground as his breath got short. He would try to kick his feet forward and try to land a forearm in the face of Jamie with the momentum of getting up.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 9:44 pm
"That's wrong you idio--" Jamie's line was cut short as Xavier kipped up and struck Jamie in the face with a forearm, causing him to release the wrench. Ok. So it was going to be like that then? Jamie held his lip with his hand and looked back at Xavier angrily before running forward to counter with a forearm of his own.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 9:53 pm
Xavier took the forearm right across the side of the face, stumbling back a step, currently he was thinking of pulling back, but he couldn't let this man get the better of him this early! So he went to fire off another Forearm at Jamie's face.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 9:55 pm
The second forearm connected, rocking Jamie again. Ok...Again! Jamie reared back and this time attempted to counter with European Uppercut right to the clavicle.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 9:59 pm
Xavier was expecting another forearm, but the Uppercut came right by his lower neck, X stumbling back holding his inner shoulder. Since we were looking for some fresh maneuvers, Xavier reared back went for a side kick to the chest area of Jamie.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 10:09 pm
Jamie hissed in pain as the kick connected with his pectorals. This Xavier fellow was becoming a pain to deal with. Jamie turned slightly, rubbing his chest to try to ease the pain. He looked over his shoulder slightly would wait for Xavier to approach, then he would attempt a kick of his own to try to gain the upper hand.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 10:14 pm
Xavier held his shoulder for a bit, continuing to breathe as lightly as he could while Jamie stumbled back. When he turned his head, Xavier moved towards him with his arms forward looking to grab him, when the sudden kick caught him right in the solar plex and he dropped to his knee clutching at his chest, letting out a faint grunt as his eyes widened, his teeth pressing together in the pain of the shot.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 10:19 pm
The crowd reacted with a loud 'Oh!' as the kick connected with the dead center of Xavier's torso. That ought'ta do it. Jamie continued to rub his chest as he turned to the kneeling opponent. He took a step back and aimed a sharp boot...Or, foot, right to the side of Xavier's head. "Who do you think you are!?"
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