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 Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 8:52 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2014 10:49 pm
Wake up feeling blessed up
Pistol on that dresser
Ain't afraid to show it, I'll expose it if I dress up
Riding in that Testa... rossa, ***** catch up,
Sipping on that syrup till I'm messed up like yes sir
So now I'm getting change, people looking at me strange
Like ***** switching lanes, never changed, still the same
We ******** bitches, get paper, you ******** niggas on papers
You walk around with lasers, you probably own some tasers
Lame niggas disgrace us, they girlfriends want date us
Got different hoes, I'm pimpin hoes
You could tell by my paystubs
My niggas getting right, smoking weed with dirty sprite
Going wild for the night ******** being polite
Finna wild out for the weekend
Me, myself, and I my three friends
***** feeling froggy, then leap in, ASAP niggas finnna sneak in
Middle finger to the critics, me and my ***** Skrillex
You know we finna kill it, ASAp we the trillest
You don't really want that Glock boy
You don't really wanna feel them shots boy
You a B boy, I'm a block boy
I'm a D boy, I'm a hot boy
Six shots got me feeling like Pac boy
Party all night, s**t don't stop boy
Drunk as ******** and I'm ready to fight
Wildin' for the night, ******** being polite boy ASAP Rocky's "Wild for the Night" featuring Skrillex hits the PA as fans get to their feet to get a good look at the titantron. Two very large legged spanish women come out from the back, and start to dance, particularly twerking to the music. The male fans lose it with cheers and cat calls, many of the women choosing to just ignore them. A few moments later, as the bass finally dropped, out from the back came Lance Perfecto.  Lance danced around with the ladies, all fans now booing him. No one liked this jobber, he claimed to be great but couldn't back it up one bit, or in this case, has yet to display any greatness. Lance went down the ramp, the women twerking their way down with him. When they reached the ring, Lance stopped them, and started to grind on them, the fans booing him more. His smirk grew as he forced them to the back, letting them know he'd be joining them soon...or would he? Lance entered the ring under the bottom rope, getting up to his feet as the announcer spoke. "The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, from New York City, New York, weighing in 201 pounds....He is the BEST IN SHOW...LANCE....PERFECTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 10:52 pm
A black wind howled throughout the arena through the P.A. system. With a flutter of it's wings, a single solitary raven escaped from the back stage area and made it's way over to the ring, where it began to circle the squared circle like a vulture would pester a man dying in the desert. A doomed man. When the wind stopped howling, the lights in the arena went out, with the exception of two spotlights. One on the stage, and one on the ring and Lance Perfecto.
Run On - Blues Saraceno
Drums and a low strummed guitar started to beat along with the dragging of a chain, and a flock of black winged beasts exploded out from the backroom, cawing and crowing into the air of the arena, searching for any hole, window, vent, or door to escape the arena. When the birds were gone, in there place stood a darkly cloaked man, who simple stood there on the stage in the bright light that did little to hide him from anyone in the arena, a stark contrast to similar men whom had come before him. His hood hid the majority of his face, with the exception of the hair that draped over his features.
You May Run. For A Long Time.
Run On
For A Long Time.
Run On
For A Long Time.
Let Me Tell You The God Is Gonna Cut You Down.
Let Me Tell You The God Is Gonna Cut You Down.
[And, introducing his opponent... weighing in at two-hundred and forty-five pounds... from the Grave Flats... Seita Gray!]
Death Himself stood on the stage for a long moment, simply staring down at the ring, still being haunted by the first raven that had appeared in the arena. It had been the only bird to stay in the arena while the others had insisted on fleeing the coop entirely. Gray's skin was appropriately colored for his last name, looking totally unnatural and dead to the touch. The scars that littered his torso where the spotlight shone on him were a combination of things that had earned before his disappearance and new ones that had sprouted up since his return, which only a trained eye could tell. Smoke almost appeared to be seeping out from under his robes; it pooled and billowed out around him and behind him. Adjusting the hood on his head so that it definitely covered his milky eyes, he started to walk down the ramp towards his opponent for the night, for his first official match. The fans were somewhat in awe of his entrance, as they had been the night of his debut, but this time was slightly more special as they new that Gray would be backing up his words tonight. Many were interested in seeing what the self-proclaimed God of Death would be able to do in a real fight.
Go Tell That Long Tongued Liar
Tell That Midnight Rider
Tell The Gamblers
The Ramblers
The Back-Biter
Tell Them The God Is Gonna Cut Them Down.
Tell Them That God's Gonna Strike Them Down.
His head bowed in reverance, every step he took seemed to be purposeful. If one thing could be said about his drastic change in demeanor since his purported "death", it was that he took himself much more seriously, and because of this, the fans were taking him more seriously in turn. It was obvious that Gray believed what he said, and some of the people in the crowd were starting to believe too. However, The Raven Lord's goal was to make Lance Perfecto believe. To make the rest of the world believe. To make Harli Drummond believe. His robes, and the smoke that trailed from it, made it look like he wasn't even walking, but simply gliding across the stage and ramp towards the ring. The only color that was visible on him that was not a shade of black, white, or anything in between was the eerie blue rune on his chest that myseriously appeared to glow in tune with a heart beat. Although, if Seita was dead as he led the world to believe the week prior, who's heart was it that was beating? Gray turned towards the steel steps, making ready to walk up into the ring. At the bottom of the stairs, he looked up. He removed the bottom parts of his robes, leaving only his cloaked cape on his shoulders with the large feathers jutting out from the shoulder.
One Of These Days, You Can Mark My Word
You Think A Man Is Away At Work
Creep On Up, Knock On That Door
THAT'S ALL SON, YOU WILL KNOCK NO MORE!
In tune with the powerful drum that beat at this point in his entrance music, Seita walked up the steel steps threateningly until he was on the apron, walking all the way across the ring on the outside until he got to the turnbuckle on the other side. The two spotlights finally met and became one, and the raven that had been flying around Lance Perfecto's ring swooped down and, after making one final pass around the ropes, landed on the steel ring post that The Reaper of Souls now stood by. Seita turned around, holding the top rope in his grasp, and stared right at Lance Perfecto, removing his hood, letting his hair fall all about his face, and then dropping his cloak down off the ring onto the floor. Gray stepped into the ring and stood in that corner, adjusting his gloves and the black straps that wrapped around his arms above his wrist tape. Inspecting Perfecto, he simply shook his head, but otherwise revealed no emotion to the young competitor.
You May Run. For A Long Time.
Run On.
For a Long Time.
Run On.
For A Long Time.
Let Me Tell You That God Is Gonna Cut You Down.
Sooner Or Later, God Will Cut You Down.
When the song finally ended, the raven stretched it's wingspan, and flew over Seita's shoulder, right at Lance, but turned at the last second to fly past him as well, disappearing once it left the spotlights brightness. After a few moments, the arena lights finally returned to normal, and the fans started to cheer and chant for the match. Gray's entrance had them hyped, to say the least. Gray waited in his corner for the bell to ring, staring deep into Lance's soul with his silver, creepy, dead eyes.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2014 2:10 pm
Lance gulped as he leaned against the ropes, looking to be as far away from Seita as he could be while still remaining in the ring. He looked at the ref and questioned what was wrong with the man, but the ref only shrugged. He looked at both Lance and Seita, and called for the bell.
What the hell did Perfecto get himself into tonight?
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2014 9:59 am
Gray leaned back on the ropes, pushing them back with his weight a few times, testing them as it had been a long minute since he'd been in this particular battleground, before he stalked into the middle of the ring and just stood there. Staring at Perfecto. Waiting for him to make a move.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2014 11:30 am
Lance adjusted his tights as he stayed in a corner, pushing up against it as Seita drew near. The look of the man brought upon a feeling of dread to Lance's entire body. Seriously, just what was in store for him tonight? Seita really did seem like the Walking Dead, ready to legitimately tear the Best in Show in half. Lance tried to reason with ref, tell him that Seita looked sickly or something, but to no avail.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2014 11:09 am
Seita stood in the center of the ring for a long moment after the referee had rung the bell, just looking at Lance in the corner. When Perfecto didn't make a single move to advance, Gray pointed at him, and as he slowly tilted his head to the side, he turned a thumbs up into a thumbs down, and then stalked threateningly towards Lance in the corner.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 8:44 pm
[The winner of this contest is Seita Gray via knock-out.]
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