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 Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 4:54 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..."
Weather: Thick clouds, humid.
Wind: 4 mph
Temperature: 51 degrees Fahrenheit.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2015 12:24 pm
Yeah..Uh
In the name of Jesus
(that's right)
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
(preach)
And every tongue that shall rise against me in judgment thou shalt condemn
(preach)
(Lord give me a sign)
For this is the heritage of the servants of the Lord
(preach)
and their righteousness is of me, saith the Lord.
(preach)
Amen
Lord Give me a Sign!
'Lord Give me a sign' by DMX plays, as big mack comes out wearing a boxers cape, his manager Don running his mouth beside him. Big Mack threw the cape off and raised his fists in the air As pyro blasted to his sides.
Accompanied by Don Shaquille from Compton, California. Weighing in at 340 pounds, Big Mack!
Big Mack walked down the ramp with purpose, going up the steps to the apron. He wiped his boots on the apron before entering the ring. He grabbed the ropes and stretched in the corner before turning and raised his fists.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2015 2:04 pm
Don sauntered down behind him, making noises which almost sounded like words. No doubt he was trying to big-up and brag about his client, who he was accompanying tonight. The occasional "yeah dawg," interspersed tardily with a "you got this" could be made out of his babbling.
When he got to the ring, he followed behind Mack, moving surprisingly spryly for such a fat man. That is to say; he didn't quite fall over climbing into the ring. He waddled over to the far side, gesturing for a mic. His stature and stubby arms prevented him from reaching for it; the attendant had to climb on to the apron and hand it to him.
He lifted the mic to his mouth, his loud breath being thrown onto it. He was shattered, after having only walked to the ring. Mack must've been going to briskly for him.
"Aite aite dawgs, now listen here aite. Wawe got here is a Bee-Bee-Dub pay per view, now, now, I know whadya thinkin', dawgs, yo thinkin' you want blood, nowhadamsayin? Y'all dawgs wanna fight, y'all wanna see sommen get hurt, amirite? Yeah well, here's da thing dawgs, what we got here is leadin' right to da hurtin', nowhadamsayin'? We got here a slab o' prime beef primetime, we got here, da Apple Mack-intosh, Mr. Mack-Man, Macky Whiplash, da Big Mack!! NOW LEMME HEAR YA DAWGS, NOWHADAMSAYIN?"
The crowd cheered. Whether it was because he had asked (?) or whether he had finished talking was up for debate. He canoodled back to the outside of the ring, wandering down the steel steps, chillin' out at ringside. He was done; Mack's job was the fighting, not his.
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 1:25 pm
(Wait this shits outside? nice)
Mike doesn't even wait for his theme to start he runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. Looks at his opponent and the other dude. "So are you guys like together? Not judging I'm totally for gay people to get married. Happy for you." The bell rings and mike uses the first couple of minutes to avoid his opponent and study his movements, looking for any limps or any weakness he could take advantage of.
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 9:06 pm
Big mack looked at mike like he was a rack of beef ribs he was about to tear into.
"Ahma break ya n' haff boy!" He shouted as he had his fists up, aiming a kick for the rockers torso
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 9:31 pm
Since Mike was watching Mack the whole time mike grabbed the leg and attempted to bring his opponent down and onto the ropes. If that was successful mike would attempt a few shots to the legs and knees of his opponent
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2015 12:03 pm
Big Mack's kick was grabbed, well that show didn't happen often, and he was brought off balance as his massive 340 pound frame was brought to the mat. His leg was then attacked as he started to push back to a vertical base.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 6:10 am
Don was at ringside, almost paying attention to the match as he rolled a Rizla, loading it with the good stuff. He slurred his speech as his tongue was out of his mouth.
"Nah Mack, you gotta hit HIM, dawg, gotta hit him, not get hit, knowhadamsayin? Git gud, dawg."
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2015 12:16 pm
Mike would take advantage of the big man being down on th ground. Mike would relentlessly attack his Knees so he wouldn't have a base to stand on. Mike would try and hit multiple shots to the left knee of his opponent.
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2015 4:49 pm
Big mack grunted as his knee was attacked. With a growl he aimed a massive punch to the rockers abdomen to put a stop to the assailt
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2015 6:05 pm
(2 day auto hit)
the punch connected and big mack got back to his feet. The big man glared at the rocker and aimed to level him to the mat with a boxing right hook.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 8:47 pm
(Welp auto win)
Big mack managed to grab onto mikes arm and twist him down for a nasty fujiwara armbar. He rested his full 340 pounds onto the poor rockers back as he wrenched tje arm, leaving him no other choice but to tap out.
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