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 Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2015 4:52 pm
"The following contest is a tag team match and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2015 12:31 pm
The twanging of the airy guitar hit the PA system, and the fans stood up in excitement and reverence of the Old and Pissed Off. The stage was still raised enough for an opening to appear in the center of it while the lights changed into an eerie blue and indigo color that cooled the mood. It was slow, it was plodding, but it was surely Shadow who was being raised up from under the stage, sitting in his rocking chair. Moving back and forth, he simply sat and stared forward while the Porcupine Tree song played into the lyrics, even after the elevator had reached the apex.Sunlight. Coming Through The Haze.
No Gaps In The Blind
To Let It Inside
The Bed Is Unmade
Some Music Still Plays
TV. Yeah It's Always On.
The Flicker On The Screen
A Movie Actress Screams
I'm Basking In The s**t
Flowing Out Of It[And from the Land of the Setting Sun, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-nine pounds, Shadow!]Shadow was slow to rise, giving off a feeling that he was older even still than he looked, but the wiser fans and wrestlers knew that it was a mistake to think that they could take advantage of Shadow's age, or that he wasn't still extremely dangerous as a human being and a wrestler. The look was a front, the legendary wrestler was more than able and capable. Shadow politely dusted himself off and gave a gentle bow, before making his way down to the ring, ignoring most of the fan reactions at ringside, whether positive or negative. He had only one focus right now.I'm Stoned. In The Mall Again.
Terminally Bored.
Shuffling 'Round The Stores.
And Shoplifting Is Getting
So Last Year's Thing.
X-Box. Is A God To Me.
A Finger On The Switch
My Mother Is A b***h
My Father Gave Up
Ever Trying To Talk To MeShadow slid into the ring, turning around as he did so, so that he ended up facing the stage that he'd come from rather than his opponent. He looked around as the fans cheered him and boo'd him thanks to his legendary status. He got up on all fours, then to one knee, before finally standing up tall. Shadow made his way over to one corner of the ring and carefully balanced himself climbing to the middle rope, before bending back and arching his head, spraying a putrid black mist into the air above the ring. Shadow turned and hopped off the turnbuckle, crouching in the corner, ready to begin the humbling.How Can I Be Sure I'm Here?
The Pills That I've Been Taking Confuse Me.
I Need To Know That Someone Sees That
There's Nothing Left
I Simply Am Not Here.
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2015 10:07 am
After Shadow made yet another amazing entrance to the BBW arena, his tag team partner shortly followed. The screen fades to a brilliant white, while strangely pulsing. A low, humming voice begins to recite some surreal wisdom, reverberating into the deepest reaches of your mind...
Become one with the tag team: let it become an extension of the self.
Now. Relax.
Follow me down.
Click.
Imagine, if you will, a bungalow. That is, a small, detached house. A pleasant one, somewhere in the countryside of Vienna. Or perhaps a luscious field in Tuscany. Approach the door. It is a wooden door, comprised of many colours. Or perhaps it is just one colour. It is hard to discern; perhaps there are many colours, blended into one? It is a confusing door. It is best we do not talk about the frame, or the bricks surrounding it, as we would be here for the rest of the day.Slowly, and carefully, push that door open. Walk inside.
The interior is much like the outside - it is a bungalow, small and detached. Walk towards it. Push the door open again. Inside is another bungalow, once again the same.
You begin to panic. Are you trapped in this loop? You can walk forward for hours and hours, pushing countless doors, and yet nothing is achieved. Same bungalow. Same door. Same colours. Every. Single. Time.
But you should not panic. Panicking is for foolish people, and you are not a fool. Think. The door leads nowhere. Walk around it. Walk to freedom.
As you walk into the far blue horizon, away from the weary tedium of this paragraph, your journey begins to head downhill. You lower your foot, but it never reaches the ground below. As you walk, you walk into the sky. High, high into the blue, blue sky.
As you reach into that pristine abyss, an oncoming cloud surrounds your being. You feel its touch, as if two ghostly arms are wrapping around you. The cloud whispers into your ear, in a womanly voice...
"Tiger is love," she says. "Tiger is life."
As the words fade, so does the white, as screen returns to normal. Tiger is stood in the ring, almost as if this had never happened.
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2015 12:20 pm
Finally, the two men who both have large amounts of accolades and titles after their service. Tiger Hat and Shadow would be inside the ring, with Tiger Hat's theme cutting to an end. Which meant it was time for the duo of Andrew Styles and Omen to make their way to the ring. On the titantron, it would be seen that they were discussing something amongst themselves, seeing that they did so last week and won their match with the slightest of ease, not even needing Omen, the Freak to step into the ring. As the True Crimson would have taken out both of the Korean Wrestlers. They would especially need to talk about strategy seeing that there was going to be a strong team ahead of them between the two different individuals who will be taking on the Crimson Omen tonight. Andrew: Last week we took the cake, just like tonight we will when we go face-to-face with our opponents. Got it? Andrew Styles would have gotten up close to Omen, giving him a hard shove to get the blood boiling. It was a good strategy, especially in a match where brute strength will be needed. Omen: He's ready, are you? Andrew's facial traits were those of annoyance because he hates hearing all that 'He, He, He' talk coming from Omen. But he simply took a deep breath and answered softly. Andrew: Yeah, yeah, I know he is. Remember though, do not screw this up. Like I stated last week, we are the number one contenders, any slip-ups will show weakness to our foes and the Champions. We have to stay strong and neutralize any foe in our path, got it?Omen let out a light grunt to let him know he got it through his lips as the bloodshot eyes glanced to Styles as now both of them walked, Omen behind the slightly smaller Styles before the camera feed was cut off when both were walking towards the entrance for the ramp, both wrestlers' backs turned to the camera as the final image on the titantron before it went all black. After that delay of wait, a sinister guitar strumming hit the PA after a little growl, which was quite spine-tingling for the fans, specially on getting them hyped as then The Hangman's Body Count by Volbeat started with heavy, melodic riffs, dark lyrics and a little mixed tempo arrangement to make up everything for this song to fit both Styles and Omen. First came out Andrew Styles, bearing The Crow's attire, black jacket, ripped gray shirt, black tight jeans and chained black boots along with Styles' signature gloves, all black with lettering. A look that is sure to grab the attention of many, and one that radiates sin and darkness. Then came out the Freak by the name of Omen, bearing the burlac sack with the Scarecrow design on it, with the clothing to match the burlap sack he wore on tradition, the camera panned a bit closer to catch the wild eyes of Omen, it was always a sight as the music stopped for a bit, Andrew would pat Omen on the back as they stood side by side before they both let out a spine tingling yell out of wilderness after Andrew handed Omen a mic and he had one resting on his right hand. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Who would put two crazy guys in the same plate and expect their opponents to not be minimally injured or bloodied? Nobody knows but they seemed to be quite in sync right now as they both tossed down the mics to the floor with enough strength to make a pop to signal the music to start again as Omen walked behind Styles slowly. As the announcer had to make the presentations now, Styles slipped a paper earlier before the match and before talking to Omen, so, now they would hear the result of that. Announcer: Introducing now, with a combined weight of 485 pounds (221 from Styles and 264 from Omen), they are the Colossal Freak and The True Crimson. Please, welcome the craziest tag team of the BBW roster, the Crimson Omen! Both men would enter the ring and fall into their corner, staring at the prey that stand before them. It was going to be one hell of a fight.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2015 3:10 pm
Shadow stood up from his corner and tapped Tiger Hat on the shoulder.
"We really need to talk about your zen later."
Being the rather impatient man that he was, Shadow charged at both Styles and Omen in their corners. Hoping to catch them off guard, he would first aim to hit Omen with an elbow and would then turn to Styles to clothesline him to the floor, if all things went his way!
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2015 7:04 pm
Shadow looked to rush both men to start off things. Luckily for him, it was semi-successful. The elbow would connect against the hard skull of Shadow, and Styles either ducked or was taken down, regardless, Omen would be hit.
Which is the thing he should be aiming for. Seeing he would be the one who goes in first and the one who is the largest entity in the ring. Omen stumbled back after having the elbow meet his skull, a small smile could be seen while Omen holds his skull from where the impact was made.
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2015 1:31 pm
[The winners of this contest are Andrew Styles and Omen via pinfall.]
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