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 Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 4:54 pm
"The following contest is a ladder match, and will determine who will pay for the damage Freakshow has caused! If Tim Edgren wins, Freakshow will be forced to pay for whatever damages he has caused! Introducing first..."
Weather: Thick clouds, humid.
Wind: 4 mph
Temperature: 51 degrees Fahrenheit.
[Note: Due to the show being outside, scaffholds have been planted to suspend the briefcase above the ring via wires.]
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2015 12:58 pm
Saliva's Badass played on the speakers as Tim Edgren came out, his black Hot Topic hoodie. The music wet on as he raised a fist in the air to the roar of the crowd. I need you to hear this loud and clear
The line in the sand is drawn and I have no fear
When I see red all I need is a reason to set me off
To drop this bomb and pick yourself off the ground
'Cause I'm a badass
And you don't want to clash
'Cause your mouth's writing checks that your face can't cash
'Cause I'm a badass
And this warning's your last
You just crossed my path and I'll drop you fast
'Cause I'm a badass
A badass
'Cause I'm a badass
A badass
A badassTim took his time walking down the ramp, fiving fans ad tousling the hair of a few kids in the front before heading up the ring steps and to the apron. he wiped his shoes on the apron and entered through the ropes. He then climbed a corner and flipped his hood up, raising his fists in the air and tapping the left side of his chest. He pointed out to fans who supported him as he hopped down and pulled a microphone from his pocket. He tapped the mic to make sure it was one before speaking. "Now I see many of you fans already know but for those who need catching up. I am the St Paul Sensation, Tim Edgren. Although a year ago you may have known me as the unhinged wild card named Ryan Killman." he paused for some killman's gonna kill you chants with a smile. "You know, I've been around the business for quit some time...almost a surprise even to me time flew by so fast. I've been in WWENG, WWE:E, WWF:G, EWA, CWA. I've been a competitor, a champion, and even a general manager. There are accomplishments I have yet to attain even in my time spent entertaining all of you. I've also been a part of a few firsts in some of these businesses. When I was still a fresh faced rookie I took part in EWA's first ever Ultimate Ladder Match and won it over people like The Number Three, Matt Draven, and Jacob Griffin. Before that I debuted in an Intercontinental Title match against The Honor Guard and well...I ate a Das Boot and it tasted sour." he let the crowd chuckle at his unfortunate debut. "well you win and lose, but I got awarded with the EWA slammy award for most improved superstar in my first year. I rose fast and at times...fell hard. I won the Internet title. In WWE:E I became the general manager of Evolution after I got some...injuries you can say. I then got a big beatdown by a group calling themselves The Hated and that is when Killman was born but that story is for another history class. Right here, in this company I took part in the first Spring in the Ring against the man called Salem Croft in an I Quit match. Unlike my other first, I lost. I was on the payroll of Midnight Marauders International or more accurately a filthy blonde named Freakshow. Now after my lost I got a serious injury and have been out until Winter Warfare. thought I would win a spot and go right for gold, hl maybe even Salem's gold for a rematch at this pay per view." the crowd seemed disappointed, a rematch between those two would have been greatly watched. "now, plans change. Now I'm earning my spotlight back and it's starting with.... cleaning up some baggage from the past." he pointed up to the suspended briefcase. "Now it seems salem and I have switched spots and he's in with MMI, and I am the guy standing against them. No longer am I Killman, but simply me. The honest to God me. In that case is the money owed to me by MMI that gives me my closer. This is not an I Quit match, and it's not against Salem. I told them to bring on any guy on their payroll, just like salem faced me when I was on the payroll, and teach them to learn from the mistake I made when I decided to sign with the devil. This is a ladder match, this is BBW, this is MY match! I have faced big men, tough men, and even devilish sadistic men! I am no stranger to the odds against me, in fact I love the pressure! So come on you heavy breathing son of a b***h! Come on Anton Heedon you sweaty pig ********! Come on down and let me show you what this midwestern boy wearing a fifty dollar Hot Topic hoodie can pull off!" he then tossed the mic and removed the hoodie as the crowd went wild, Tim amping them up as he waited for his opponent.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 10:07 am
The Habanera began to play, which meant that a certain slimy individual was about to make his presence known.  Anton strode out from backstage, a microphone in his hand, as per his usual routine. The look in his eye was calculating...but also quite friendly. "Ah, Mr....Edgren, was it? A pleasure to make your acquaintance," Anton began, "Though really...'Pig ********' is not exactly true of my stature...perhaps yours, given your appearance," he finished, the crowd booing his words. "But I am not out here to get a rise out of you. Quite the opposite, actually; I am here to ensure that the payment for damages will be taken care of, whether my associate wins...or if you win," he said, fans cheering at the mention of Edgren. Anton chuckled. "Of course, you and I both know that these damages will be taken care of by you. After all, not many men have stood tall to Asimov, and succeeded."Despite the crowd's boos, Asimov's music began to play, as the towering man walked calmly out from backstage. Without hesitation, he strode confidently, yet quickly, to the ring. Anton followed, taking his place near the announcer tables, a chair fetched for him. Asimov, meanwhile, rolled into the ring, and stared down Tim. His breathing, once again, never changing.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 2:00 pm
Tim cracked his neck as he tossed the hoodie away. The bell rang and tim circled the man who dwarfed his already 5'10 frame. He moved in with a sharp roundhouse aimed for asimovs outer thigh.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 11:59 am
(auto) the kick connected with a loud smack, tim aimimg for another kick in the same spot
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2015 5:39 am
Asimov's leg was sore from the first kick. The second, however, would not hit, as he managed to catch the kick. He would attempt to counter by shoving Tim's leg heartily, looking to knock him to the mat.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2015 12:04 pm
Tim's leg was caught and he was thrown down t the mat, wincing from the pain of the harsh landing.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 7:53 pm
Asimov stood, imposing yet not moving. He made his point.
Anton, meanwhile, was enjoying what he was seeing, as he sat casually off to the side.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 10:03 pm
Tim got back up.to his feet, staring at asimov. The man was a monster that was for sure. Tim lifted his fists, showing thr fight he still had in him
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2015 6:09 am
Asimov would charge forward, attempting to ram Tim with a headbutt.
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2015 4:40 pm
Tim stepped to the side and used Asimov's momentum to whip him to the ropes. The st paul sensation waited for the monster to rebound to aim a dropkick right to his knee
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2015 7:37 pm
(Auto)
The dropkick hut clean and sent asimiv face first inti the mat. He then hit the rope and attempted a standing frog splash onti the mans back
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 3:44 pm
Asimov found himself on the mat, again. He certainly was not doing well for himself...despite his breathing patterns.
Anton was looking on, keeping an eye out for any of Tim's shenanigans. When Tim rebounded from the ropes, Anton let out a loud whistle. Asimov, thinking quick, rolled to his back to see Tim trying to pounce on him! Unfortunately, the move would connect, though hitting his torso as opposed to his back. Anton shook his head.
Meanwhile, in the audience, another man was watching this match with great intensity...
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 8:45 pm
Tim got up, 4aising his arms for the audience as they roared in applause. H3 slid out of the ring and flipped th3 skirt up, searching for a ladder.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2015 6:07 pm
Due to dions unfortunate condition i wish him a good recovery from i will simply put up the ending of this match for both of our stories sakes)
Tim climbed to the top as dion, who had jumped the barricade, fought on the outside of the ring. After a hard foight brutal match anton watched as tim grabbed the briefcase for the win!
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