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 Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 4:48 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and the winner will move on to the next round of the Sanguine Invitational! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 4:54 pm
Beef rap, could lead to getting teeth capped
Or even a wreath for ma dukes on some grief crap
I suggest you change your diet
It can lead to high blood pressure if you fry it
Or even a stroke, heart attack, heart disease
It ain't no starting back once arteries start to squeeze
Take the easy way out phony, until then
They know they wouldn't be talking that baloney in the bullpen
So disgusting, pardon self as I discuss this. "Beef Rapp" continues to play as the light's dim out and the spotlight is aimed at one person Rick Muhammad who is standing in the crowd. Rick was getting a little heat from the crowd as usual with his nameplate now being shown. His theme then continued as he walked through the crowd with a smirk on his face. Once getting to the bottom Rick begans yelling at a fan letting him know who he is afterwards Rick jumps over the barricade. Rick slid into the Rick as the announcer finally introduced him "Introducing first from Philadelphia,Pennsylvania weighing in at 215lbs... Rick Muhammad" As the announcer said his name Rick raised his hand and walked over to the corner as his theme continued waiting for his opponent.
What up?
To all rappers: shut up with your shutting up
And keep your shirt on, at least a button-up
Yuck, is they rhymers or strippin' males?
Out of work jerks since they shut down Chippendales
They chippin' nails, DOOM, tippin' scales
Let alone the pre-orders that's counted off shippin' sales
This one goes out to all my peoples skippin' bail
Dippin' jail, whippin' tail, and sippin' ale
Light the doobie 'till it glow like a ruby
After which they couldn't find the Villain like Scooby
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 6:14 pm
Rick grabbed a mic as he was pacing back and fourth "Come on out b***h! Come get this a** whipping whoever it is" Rick said motioning for someone to come out.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 11:07 am
As Rick's words were echoing throughout the arena, the lights suddenly went out. A video began to play; a lone, shadowed figure stood in what appeared to be an armory. A montage of images show the man putting his equipment together, presumably for him to be ready to go to war. Once complete, the figure, now holding a torch, turns opposite of the camera, dropping the torch on the ground. As the torch lit the ground ablaze, so too did the ramp begin to light up to the stage and cover the entry way. A lone sentence hangs on the screen as the flames dance around the words: Once again, he rides to war.The words and the video faded to black, as the flames continued to grow, engulfing the entrance and obscuring the view. Everyone was on the edge of their seats, eager in anticipation to see who would be coming out, as well as what would happen to the flames. ...That was when a man stepped through the curtain of fire. And on cue, Hail to the King began to play.  The fans erupted into cheers as Dion Necurat, now considered a grizzled veteran, stood on the stage, looking out at the sea of fans over the raging fires he used for his entrance. He hoisted his shield arm into the air, to a thunder of applause. The flames died down as he started down the ramp. "And his opponent, from Minneapolis, MN, weighing in at 270 lbs; he is The Pillar of Justice, DION NECURAT!!!"It had been a long time since Dion had entered a competition such as the Invitational. He knew, deep down, he was going to hold no quarter and take no prisoners. He knew little of Rick Muhammad, though given his remarks, he already was on poor footing with Dion. As Dion made his way around the ring, he set his shield alongside the ring apron, and slid into the ring. Standing up, he locked his eyes on Muhammad, doing nothing else to interact with the fans. Tonight, he was all business.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 4:41 pm
"Dddddddion Necurat?!?!?!?!?!" he said out loud "Oh come on!" Rick was shocked to be facing a superstar of Dion's caliber in the first round. "Alright Rick you can do this" he said to himself as the bell rung, he'd try to start off the match by extending his hand for a handshake showing a sign of respect.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 7:17 pm
If Dion didn't know any better, he thought he could smell piss. That was the face Rick made when he saw who was coming out, and who he was standing across the ring with.
At the bell, Dion decided to humor Rick and accept the handshake. He looked over at his opponent, who seemed to relax after accepting, Dion's colorful smirk not giving anything away.
...That is, until he tensed his grip, wiped the smirk clean from his face, and attempted a short range pull in clothesline.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 9:55 am
Rick was knocked down by the veteran, and quickly rolled out of the ring to recover.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 11:18 am
Dion watched as his opponent, who was mor than ready to get this fight going before Dion come out, roll out of the ring like a craven. Dion looked at him from ringside, shouting, "Heard you called me a b***h. Well WHO'S THE b***h NOW?!" and holding an arm in the air.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 12:54 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 2:38 pm
Mayor of Murderwood Dion watched as his opponent, who was mor than ready to get this fight going before Dion come out, roll out of the ring like a craven. Dion looked at him from ringside, shouting, "Heard you called me a b***h. Well WHO'S THE b***h NOW?!" and holding an arm in the air. "SHUT THE ******** UP" Rick said angrily sliding into the ring and attempted a quick standing dropkick on Dion.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 1:16 pm
Dion moved in to rush Rick, but Rick was slightly quicker, getting the kick off easy. Dion went down to the mat, none too pleased with the encounter.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 2:41 pm
Rick would go for a pin on Dion trying to get a quick win.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 5:46 pm
Dion, not having much taken out of the tank, forcefully kicked out at one. He climbed to his feet, taking a defensive stance.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 12:37 pm
Rick would quickly attempt a roundhouse kick on he big man trying to bring him down.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2015 7:34 am
Dion caught the kick, pinning Rick's leg between Dion's arm and ribs. Dion would then attempt to force his opponent to the ground with a hearty shove. If successful, Dion would follow this up by attempting to put him under a Half Crab.
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