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 Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2014 6:25 am
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! The winning team of this contest will move on to the finals of the Tag Team Tournament at Hardcore Harvest! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2014 6:52 am
As Destructo began to play throughout the arena, the arena lights dimmed. The music was the "war horn" for Trinity, the newest tag trio to debut in BBW. Smoke billowed out of a trapdoor on the stage, as a platform lifted the trio onto the stage. Taquar was at the front, looking as though he were deep in prayer and meditation. Brandon stood behind him, cape draped over his shoulders, and behind Brandon towered Drex, who had his hands clenched, staring intently at the ring.  "Making their way to the ring, accompanied by Brandon Mores, weighing in at a combined weight of 490 lbs.: The Buffalo Soldier, Drex Vires, and The Waxing Moon, Taquar Artes. TRINITY!" Drex raised a fist in the air, while Taquar rose both arms finishing his prayer. Brandon, meanwhile, was riling up the crowd, getting them on their feet and excited for the match to come. The trio made their way down the ramp, taking some time to high-five fans that had their hands out. When they made it to the ring, all three slid in at the same time. They stood next to each other, looking out into the crowd. Then, Taquar went to his knees, spreading his arms wide. Brandon climbed onto a turnbuckle, hands up in the air, and Drex did the same, raising both fists up. Fans cheered in their approval, as the trio gathered together waiting for their opponents to arrive.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2014 5:21 pm
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey
Hey Hey Hey Hey-
Heydo ya love me.
I'm untouchable darkness
A dirty black river to get you through this
Hey, do ya love me I'm a devil machine
Get into my world all american dream
With the blare of his theme, the newcomer, the man who called himself the High Octane stepped out onto the stage.  Raising a mic he brought out to the ring, he spoke triumphantly over the music. "Boston, Massachusetts, I AM the High Octane!" With that Raziel dropped the mic and rushed down the ramp in a sprint. When he finally made it to the bottom of the ramp, the High Octane jumped up, and dived into the ring just over the bottom, landing in the ring with a roll. He quickly got back to his feet and stepped over to the nearest turnbuckle and climbed it, throwing an open hand into the air. A few cheers popped from the audience for the young wrestler.
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 6:02 pm
A loud bass note vibrated through the air after the Inversions made their first entrance in BBW. It was followed by a quiet keyboard synthesizer in the background, but the bass note always returned after a few moments. The instrumental continued this pattern until a faint drumbeat began to play. Suddenly... WHALE!The sounds of "Sail (WHALE Remix)" - AWOLNATION resonated through the room, the titantron playing a strange video of a cardboard whale singing along to the song. This is how I show my love
I made it in my mind because
Blame it on my ADD, baby
This is how an angel cries
Blame it on my own sick pride
Blame it on my ADD, babyA massive man stepped out onto the stage, complete with a helmet in the shape of a whale. It was The Whale Helmet! He raised one of his oversized arms up in the air and let out a bellowing roar, getting some form of a positive response from the crowd. The Terror of Wales was here! He lowered his arm and began to wobble down the ramp. WHALE!
WHALE!
WHALE!
WHALE!
WHALE!"Making his way to the ring, standing at six feet and three inches and weighing in at a hefty five-hundred-and-three pounds... The Terror of Wales, WHAAAAAAAAALE HELMEEEEEET!"Another booming roar came from within the helmet at the sound of his name, though he didn't let it distract him from the task at hand: getting to the ring. He jogged down the ramp the rest of the way until he got to the apron, then taking his time to get to the steel steps. His lethargic pace carried him up the metal staircase until he was by the ropes, stepping in between them afterwards to get into the ring. Once there, he slapped his chest to produce a resonating thud, followed by a fierce, "ATBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!"The music faded away rather quickly, leaving The Terror of Wales and The High Octane facing against two of the Trinity's tyrannical trio! Whale gave Raziel a nod... and suddenly moved to stand on the apron! -DING DING DING-
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 7:06 am
Drex nodded to Taquar, who took his place on the apron, while Brandon stood by them, watching the match play out.
At the bell, Drex moved toward Raziel, who looked to be starting things off for the duo. He would offer a lock-up, and if accepted, would attempt to transition into a rear waistlock.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 10:14 am
It figures they'd send the biggest guy to fight the smaller competitor. Raziel wouldn't have a chance grappling with that guy. ******** that s**t. Stepping up to his opponent, The High Octane looked to open the match, not with a whimper, but with a bang. Raziel suddenly threw his boot forward and looked to kick the Buffalo Soldier right in the oysters.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 10:18 am
Drex took the kick to his oysters (...Really? Oysters? rofl ), and went down to a knee. Brandon shouted at the ref, "Come on! That can't be legal!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 10:22 am
(oh right, he hasn't been castrated yet, so they're still called testicles xp )
Raziel cupped his hands to his mouth quickly shouting out. "Moooo!" He'd then look to follow up by diving forward, looking to take Drex down with a clothesline.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 10:30 am
((I'd say low blow, but I don't want to get punny up in here.))
Between the pain below his belt, and the confusion of Raziel "mooing" in the ring, he had little time to react to Raziel hitting him with the clothesline. He rolled away from Raziel, going for the ropes.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 10:36 am
(Ahh, that's no fun.)
Raziel let Drex escape after the clothesline. He got back to his feet and immediately turned towards the partner, Brandon and taunted him. "Hey, you want some too?!" He held up his bicep and patted it. "I got plenty for both of ya!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 1:16 pm
((To note: Brandon is the manager. Drex and Taquar are the ones competing in the tournament.))
Brandon looked confused; he figured him standing outside the ring would be answer enough. Then again, he didn't try to understand Raziel's taunt, and instead focused on getting Drex back into this. Taquar, meanwhile, was waiting patiently on the apron, simply staring down Raziel.
Drex used the ropes to get to his feet. He looked over to Raziel, who was taunting Brandon and flexed his arm. "You call that a clothesline?" he asked, before exploding out of a crouch, attempting to take Raziel down with a clothesline of his own.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 10:44 am
((Auto-hit))
Drex's clothesline connected, sending Raziel to the mat. Drex stood up, shouting, "THAT'S a clothesline!"
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2014 10:20 pm
[The winner of this contest is Trinity via pinfall.]
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