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 Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 8:48 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is an OECW Seasons Contendership match! The winner of this contest will go on the face the OECW Seasons Champion for the title at Solar Slam! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2014 11:25 am
(Ignore some of the entrance, some flaws in it.)
The Arena went quiet, emotions would be spread throughout the arena from the various people in attendance, as they were waiting and holding their signs up waiting for there favorite wrestlers to come out. As the crowd was being impatient; Heart of Courage by Two Steps from Hell would hit the PA system. Getting a reaction
The fans would look at the entrance ramp as well as listen to the theme of Trent as they would express there opinions which mainly would be boo's, although from certain parts of the arena would be cheers or boo's for the other competitor he would be facing. Trent would come out with a smirk on his face, the fans would be on there feet expecting a great match whether they liked or disliked the man making his entrance at this time, seeing as he had made history various times as well as, participated in great matches. Trent would walk on the stage. He would have walked to the left side and looked in the crowd than the right side of the stage, and have a devious smile. Trent than began walk to the middle of the stage and raise both arms in the styling that looked like a cross as pyrotechnics spewed out from both left and right sides of the stage. Trent would stay in that position for a few seconds as he progressively lower his hands as the pyrotechnics would stop as the crowd would love it. Trent would than take a stroll down the ramp taking his time and eating up the emotions of the crowd.
Announcer: Introducing at this time. From St Paul Minnesota, weighing in tonight at 216 Pounds, TRENT!
Trent kept a straight face as he stopped, not even midway of the ramp as he would look around the arena at the screaming fans. Trent would be wearing the original look. He wore a robe down. Almost everything being blocked except for the black goth pants, and some boots. He looked at the crowd with an almost blank expression on his face.
Trent once again continued walking. He made a left turn and got on the stairs climb on step by step, and walked on the apron. Trent would turn around and look at the crowd behind him, looking at the fan signs and the people giving a decent ovation at his presence. Trent for a feint moment, changed that grimace into a smile , as Trent turned around and jumped on top of the turnbuckle. Trent would look around and see the thousands in attendance seeing them having a mixed reaction to "The Archangel". Trent however, was loving the response to the feedback he had been receiving from the people in attendance. Trent looking as confident as ever, entering the match here tonight.
Trent took his robe off and placed it to the outside, after doing so Trent climbed onto the apron and entered the ring, following he would enter the corner and wait.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 12:19 pm
Motorhead - End Of Time
"Standing at the window, Looking at the wall.
Looking for a killer; No one there at all
Waiting for a hero... Still no one there
Maybe no more heroes?
I don't ******** care!
I know I got to live
I know I got to die..."
With Trent's entrance complete, there was a jarring audio cut as the swelling orchestral piece was suddenly replaced with the decidedly un-orchestral Motörhead. After little to no initial reaction from the audience, a reasonable outcome considering no one had used it before, more and more of the crowd began to applaud and cheer when they began to notice that the returning Brody Robinson, smile only barely hidden by his new beard, making his way down to the ring via the staircase in the crowd.
He didn't seem to be in a hurry to make it to ringside, repeatedly slowing down to make sure he hit as many outstretched hands as he could on the way.
"...Half your life ain't truth babe
The other half is lies..."
When he finally reached the crowd barrier, he wasted no time in hopping it to get to ringside and, without even looking at the ring or Trent, he started walking down the wall, slapping at outstretched hands once again while he made his way to the announcer's table.
"...Nobody knows
Where we crossed the line...
"And His Opponent...
From Zanesville Ohio, weighing in at 275lbs, Brody Robinson!"
Finally turning to the ring once the barricade turned to make room for the announcers, Brody briefly picked up his pace and jumped at the ring, just barely managing to get his knee onto the apron so he could pull himself up and climb through the ropes.
"...Looking for an answer
At the End of Time."
Finally in the ring, Brody jogged to the ropes on his left, leaned out towards the crowd, and gave a quick, two-fingered salute to the camera before turning back to the center of the ring. As his music wound down, he shrugged off his jacket and handed it to the ref before taking the corner opposite Trent, using the last few seconds before the match began to adjust his gloves for the fight.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 4:41 pm
Trent would keep a steady glance on his opponent, seeing the size difference between him and Brody, it was obvious the two were different in shape. Brody Robinson, looking like a brawler, which he most likely is, Trent was unknown of the man's ability inside the ring but he would soon stand tall against him and see what skills the man possessed. The official would check on the two as Trent would give confirmation to the official, knowing he was ready to fight here tonight in front of a BBW crowd on live television. Trent was hyped, and some of the crowd was even behind him. Once the official checked on his opponent who was ready also, the official sent the signal to the bell keeper and the bell would toll three times, signalling the start of the match. Which would be the jump start for Trent to exit his corner, which he did. Trent would begin to circle the ring, hoping the brawler would follow his pace.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 6:00 pm
With a quick nod and thumbs to the ref, Brody confirmed that he was ready and with a quick few dings of the bell, the match was underway. Seeing Trent's intent on moving around the ring, Brody shrugged and matched Trent's movement, choosing to walk backwards instead of actually circling around because he felt like being contrary. In all honesty, he had no idea what Trent had to offer in the ring, but he had the sneaking suspicion Trent had no idea who he was, so the field seemed pretty even. Which meant one thing; Brody had to be unpredictable.
With as little warning as he could manage, Brody spun towards Trent and charged, pulling his right fist back for a punch...before stopping about a foot away from Trent, shifting his weight, and launching a admittedly unbalanced kick at Trent's left shin. Childish? Perhaps, but no one ever accused Brody of being the most adult man in the world...
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 7:03 am
Trent's sights were on Brody and when he spun around and went for a punch, Trent would have looked to avoid it. However, it was a fake punch, which would lead into an unbalanced kick to the shin of Trent. It would have some effect but it was nothing major seeing he didn't completely try to hurt Trent. That was a mistake, but the man should learn his lesson soon for toying with one of the most athletic superstars in the back, the self proclaimed best in the business. Trent would now know the man was a boxing/brawler styled fighter just seeing the maneuvering he used. That was good to know, while the competitor had no knowledge of Trent's ability most likely, but he would see his abilities soon, but before showcasing them. Trent would begin to circle the ring and come closer and closer to his opponent who wasn't getting the best ovation in the arena.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 11:15 am
The crowd was calming down after the 'faux-punch shin-kick'? Huh. That joke usually killed when he did it. Ah well, maybe it was a bad way to start off his first match back. But it wasn't like Trent was doing anything to get the match started, prancing around the ring while Brody apparently gave away his entire fighting style through one move. Well, screw it; If Trent thought Brody was stupid enough to charge in twice, he still had plenty to learn about the Boxer/Brawler.
As Trent began to close in on him, Brody put his hands up to his chin and began to step backwards, keeping up a boxing stance while he intentionally backed himself into a corner....
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2014 7:11 pm
Brody looked to avoid Trent by placing his hands on the man's chin. Trying to keep back and lead himself into a corner. Once the two were at the corner, Trent would have repaid the favor for three seconds, pushing back on the chin of Brody, adding a bit of power to keep him suspended like that. However, he would be interrupted by the official who made it to the count of three before Trent would back up and away from the cornered Brody. Trent would keep his eye on Brody and only left the corner for the count to break, immediately after that he would look to bombard the man with several mini clotheslines if the man would have stayed there to make it possible.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2014 6:44 pm
Strange chin-touching episode aside, Brody's plan worked like a charm. He was right where he wanted, and as the ref broke the two men apart, he took a second to breathe befo-
Wham!
Trent crashed into him without warning, forcing him against the turnbuckle with a clothesline to his upper torso. Brody bounced lightly on the pad, and took another second to regain the breath Trent had kno-
Wham!
Again, Trent crashed into Brody, this time Trent's arm colliding with his chin. Brody's back arched back slightly over the turnbuckle, and a new found throbbing pain washed over his jaw. But this was no time to waste on being stunned by such short-range clotheslines; There was damage to be done! Using his compromised position, Brody braced his legs on the mat and flung his head forward, hoping to catch Trent with a wild headbutt while the St. Paul native went for another clothesline.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 8:30 pm
[The winner of this contest is Brody Robinson via pinfall.]
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