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 Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2014 6:31 am
"The following contest is for the BBW CRIMSON CITY CHAMPIONSHIP! Before we begin, the General Manager will have to spin the Wheel of Massacre!" 
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 6:19 pm
((Patience, young grasshopper. We still have to wait for the GM to determine the match type with the Wheel of Massacre before we can get started, and he's having some technical difficulties at the moment.))
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 2:17 am
Veldrin the Shadow ((Patience, young grasshopper. We still have to wait for the GM to determine the match type with the Wheel of Massacre before we can get started, and he's having some technical difficulties at the moment.)) ((Sorry its just, I've been wanting this title for a while now and this is my shot.))
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Punkology generated a random number between
1 and 10 ...
7!
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 12:07 pm
Pre-Spin The titantron flickered on to reveal the beloved Wheel of Massacre in place, awaiting the spin from the General Manager. However, in his place stood a young, blonde woman who most could've sworn to be the darling Mindy! But, it was not. It was just the intern that interviewed Phoenix last week.
The Wheel showed ten evenly divided segments all around. Each one said, much like the TV screen, "Scorpio", "Caliber", "King" or "Shanahan", with a flag at the top that would point to whichever won. On top of the wheel was a board with "WHEEL OF MASSACRE" scrawled across in red paint.
"Due to unforeseen circumstances, Matt Shanahan could not make it to spin the Wheel tonight," she stated with a perky smile on her lips, as if she knew something no one else knew. "However, I've been put in charge to spin for him! He's given me his stipulation, so there's no worry there. Tonight, it seems our competitors are in the same mindset, and have both picked... a Street Fight match! Mr. Kelly King's stipulation is being kept a mystery tonight as well due to him and Mr. Shanahan coming to same consensus, but enough about all that! Let's spin the wheel!"
The girl was clearly excited judging by her tone and demeanor. As he grabbed the Wheel and tried to spin it with the same power Shanahan was known for, it turned into a weak, wimpy attempt to make it go around even once. And it landed on...
[Winning numbers:
Scorpio Saint Mercer (Street Fight) - 1, 5
J.W. Caliber (Street Fight) - 2, 6, 8
Kelly King (???) - 3
Matt Shanahan (???) - 4, 7, 9, 10 ] Post-Spin ... A "Shanahan" slice.
"Oh, my!" The woman exclaimed at the sight of Shanahan once again getting his way, even when he wasn't present. "This is exciting! Tonight, the Crimson City title will be defended in a... Watch Your Step match!"
"Have fun out there you two! This is Kendal, signing out!" She exclaimed once more while blowing a kiss to the camera, effectively ending the feed. The fans booed as they came to the realization that tonight, the main event would not be getting as bloody as they had hoped. "The following contest is for the Crimson City Championship, and is a Watch Your Step match! Pin, submission, count out, disqualification, first blood, knock out, and being thrown over the top rope with both feet touching the floor are all legal ways to win the match. You are also only given a 2 count to release illegal holds. On the third count, you are disqualified from the match. Introducing first..."
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 12:28 pm
Scorpio Took in 3 deep breaths. This is crazy, No one's done this before. Guessing he'll be the first. The light shut off as the spot lights aimed at the stage were Scorpio sat on a thrown which sat in the middle of two large scorpio's facing each other. He had a mask on and got up walking towards a wall of glass that blocked him from going to the ring. He pulled something out of his jacket which was a bat. He smacked the glass and like that loud roars were let out as his theme song hit and he walked towards the ring. Hopping in he walked over to his corner and waited for his opponent. Geez this is crazy, But i know i can do this....Oh god why did it have to be disqualification. He stood on the opposite side of the ramp to think of an excellent strategy
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 11:36 am
As he put the finishing touches on his entrance attire, J. W. Caliber could be seen pacing back and forth by the steps leading up to the gorilla position, getting himself psyched up for his next match. He took a slug of liquid courage from a flask in his back pocket just before tying his bandana in place, slipping on his sunglasses and climbing the steps. Well, this is gonna be a pain in the a**, Caliber thought, shuddering at the thought of just how insanely easy it is to lose in this match. You bleed, you lose...get too rough, you lose...tossed over the top rope, you guessed it. YOU LOSE! Count-outs, DQ...damn, this is gonna be a pain in the a**. " Git 'er done!" the Texan muttered to nobody in particular as the opening notes of the country-western inspired intro to Volbeat's 7 Shots rang out over the arena sound system. Stepping out through the curtain, the South Texas Stallion lowered his head and took a deep breath before thrusting his index fingers skyward, duster coat shifting to either side, revealing the Crimson City championship belt wrapped around his waist as he threw his head back and let out a loud Rebel Yell. " C'MON PEOPLE! MAKE SOME NOISE!!!" Caliber shouted, as he crossed from one side of the stage to the other, getting a good pop that was continuing to grow more raucous by the week, before starting down the ramp and high-fiving fans on either side of the entrance way. DOWN ON HIS KNEES, HE SEES THE DEVIL WEEPING, WHINGING HIS TONGUE
MR. CADILLAC DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HE'S BEEN FIGHTING HIS OWN
HE'S BEEN TRYING SHOOTING ALL THE ANGEL DEVILS INSIDE
PLAYING AROUND WITH THE GOOD AND THE EVIL IN HIS MIND
ALONE IN THE DESERT AND COLD...SO COLD"Introducing his opponent...weighing in at 235 pounds, from The Big River Valley of Deep Down Dirty South Texas...the BBW Crimson City Champion...he is the South Texas Stallion...J. W. Caliber!"As he reached the bottom of the ramp, J. W. broke into a sprint and slid underneath the bottom rope, quickly popping back up to his feet, unfastening the belt and scaling the turnbuckles as he held the gold high for all to see, just as the steel guitar began to wail. Pulling the bandana from his face, Caliber tossed it into the crowd before he hopped down and removed his sunglasses and black Stetson handing them over to the stagehand at ringside with his shirt and duster coat following right after.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 7:06 pm
Looking at the man, Known as J.W. Caliber, He began bouncing up and down to get him pumped for whats to come. The bell rang and scorpio stopped bouncing around and awaited for J.W. to make his move.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 9:03 pm
After his entrance attire had been sent back to the locker room, the Dirty South Outlaw looked his opponent dead in the eye and raised his championship high before handing it over to the referee. J. W. then backed up into his own corner as he awaited the bell.
The Crimson City Champion wasn't in the mood for his usual shenanigans tonight. Rather than messing around with his opponent, Caliber went right to the South Texas Strong Style as he attempted to knot up Scorpio's leg with a hard shoot kick to the outer thigh.
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 2:47 am
The high fly wasn't going to keep his potential lowered for this battle. For this one he was going to turn into a flying beast. Jumping onto the rope behind him, Thank god he stood there, Dodging the hit towards his leg, He then sent a kick to his face while still holding onto the rope just incase he grabbed his legs.
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 10:44 am
((Do you mind cleaning that up a bit, so it's less confusing to read. It would also help if you acknowledged whether my previous attack succeeded or failed.))
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 4:54 pm
Veldrin the Shadow ((Do you mind cleaning that up a bit, so it's less confusing to read. It would also help if you acknowledged whether my previous attack succeeded or failed.)) ((Oh sorry I thought you'd understand. Just one sec.))
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 4:56 am
((That isn't really much better, but if I switch things around so that it actually makes sense, and isn't physically impossible, I think I can work with it. By the way, for future reference, trying a springboard kick while holding the rope isn't going to be terribly effective, and it'll likely dislocate your shoulder.))
Caliber's kick hit nothing but air as the nimble challenger hopped back and out of the way. Of course, the champion didn't just stand still as Scorpio tried to use the ropes as a springboard. In fact, J. W. would try to run into the ropes, hoping to make his opponent lose his balance.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 4:27 pm
Letting go of the rope because of J.W pushed from the ropes. he ran after him, and jumped send a knee for the face, Hopefully it would hit.
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2014 12:37 pm
Both men had a good head of steam built up, and were apparently set on a collision course. Just as Mercer leaped to try for a flying knee, ol' J. W. attempted to counter with a running big boot.
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