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 Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 4:59 pm
"The following contest is a tag team match, and is for the BBW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS! Introducing first..."  Weather: Thick clouds, humid.
Wind: 4 mph
Temperature: 51 degrees Fahrenheit.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 6:54 am
Pre-Match Promo
For the first time ever, before a tag match, Andrew did not go talking to Omen, he couldn't be less caring than this, to check on his partner for tonight or anything of the gender. He was pissed, out here for a fight and if he could break his opponents, that was all that mattered. A video feed was shown on the titantron as Styles was warming up alone in his locker room, the door had been left wide open as stopped at the sensing of the other male figure in his territory, like he had a silent alarm to know those who step in his territory but this was not the case, it was pure instinct plus the adrenaline from training alone.
Though, he came to a stop, this being the perfect moment to show where his mentality stood, he went over to a shelf near the TV set in his locker room, he grabbed a picture taken by one of the professional photographers of BBW, that picture was shown towards the camera as Andrew had a smirk on his face, within the picture was shown a highlight moment of Andrew and Omen celebrating a victory after a tag match of their own and he just ripped it in shreds, his point was clear, there was no love between these two, only an alliance which brought them to tonight.
A tag team title opportunity and also a good chance for Andrew's second title reign, god knows that he needs to touch gold again after everything he went through but simple gold would not be enough as he then said to the camera with a grin. "Tonight...we have in our hands a shot at cheap gold and leather. Me and my so-called partner, who in all fact, I could care less about at this point. All I want is to get my hands on what once belonged to me but if I have to run through the course again, I will. Well, folks, it's time to....Kill 'Em Dead!"
Start of the Match/Entrances
Having that said, the feed was cut off the titantron as the tag team's tune roared through the PA but then from a microphone, Andrew's voice was heard saying. "Cut that music! Play my tune!"
Having that said, the PA changed from the Hangman's Body Count by Volbeat to Satellite by Rise Against as Styles seemed to insist on coming to the ring alone without his partner as his attire was not changed from what was seen on the titantron, only thing that had changed was the fact that he was wearing his old signature sunglasses, much to the likeness of Shanahan's aviators, the tint was the same but the attire, not so much. The attire was consisted of PVC black boots with red lettering across them, it was full of random letters for a pattern but the thing that stood out the most was the repetitive use of the word 'Crimson' along that mess of letters.
Announcer: From Montreal, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and nineteen pounds as of tonight, he is the True Crimson, Andrew Styles!
His walk was slow paced but his eyes seemed focused on the ring as the tint seemed to show the outline of Andrew's eyes but focused was one of the traits that could describe the facial expression of Andrew. As he reached the center of the ring after going through the middle rope, he made a gesture, punching towards the mat and then raising up quickly to stretch his arms to the sides, making the same statement on "Kill 'Em Dead!" out loud for anyone with a good set of hearing to hear, the crowd was completely off their hinges after this entrance even if it was not shiny, they just cheered loudly as Andrew threw his glasses to the crowd after the gesture.
He was impatient to have the match start but he could not be crowned a tag team champion and become the champions all by himself, sadly, otherwise, he would. So for now, he awaited for his partner for tonight, the Colossal Freak, Omen. He just rolled his eyes while awaiting, his attire showed his little care for prepping up for shiny entrances, he did not even wear his usual facepaint for the bout, no paint, make-up, not even a single vestige of make-up on his face, all natural and now it'd be noticeable that he was growing a small beard, well-trimmed, mind you.
For now, there was one member of the team lacking, the Freak, Omen. The stronger and better built man between both, well, fat does not show muscle if you ask my honesty but let's go at it like that, shall we?
With that said, Omen's theme sparked up on the PA, Hurt by Nine Inch Nails was roaring through the sound system as the crowd cheered loudly for the second number one contender for the title but the silhouette was not even visible at first but then, the Freak came out, Andrew looked very intense at his partner for tonight like he wanted to fight the latter close and personal but for once, they had to be in the same page completely.
Through the heavy fog, a Scarecrow-esque attire could be seen, taken by the Colossal Freak, Andrew seemed to be warming up while glancing Omen up and down from the center of the ring, the sack on the head, the coloring, all was a Scarecrow attire, the muscle was way bigger than the original character from the Batman series but hey, freaks are simply that, freaks. There for entertainment, fear factor and almost nothing else.
Announcer: "At this point, introducing the other half of the team, he comes from Parts Unknown, weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty-six pounds, he is The Freak, Omen!"
Omen seemed incensed though as after he got to the ringside, he let out his spine tingling yell, his eyes almost popping through the holes of the sack were it not for the fact that it was impossible for human anatomy and we were not in a cartoon.
After that spine tingling yell made most of the fans shut up with the cheering, the theme of Omen's was cut off as well, he simply moved to the apron, quiet as usual but his presence felt and feared by the outside viewers as he stood there, the challengers for the title had their corner picked, delicacy taken by Omen as Andrew moved towards his partner, making the simple task of running his mouth again which Omen responded with simple animalistic grunts, tsks and such noises and Andrew was almost going for a punch to the sack head of Omen's but stopped in the middle of the way as he tried to cool down, saving his rage for his opponents as he stepped away from his corner and waited for the champions. His mentality was usntable and unfriendly to the point of wanting to avoid a tag with Omen, only as last resort, this would prove to be a clash of pride, mind and body between these two.
Goals in Andrew's mind:
-Avoid a tag with Omen the entire match.
-Curb Stomp the two opponents in or outside of the ring in different occasions.
-Win the match
-Curb Stomp Omen after the match ends through the steel steps
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2015 12:18 pm
(The end of the match and after-match action. Auto-win, ladies and gentlemen, maybe the most elaborate one.)
After the commercial break went on-air, The Inversions had made their really impactful entrance, getting the crowd riled up even more than the previous two entrances but surely, they would be having those titles at serious jeopardy tonight against Styles, well, technically Styles and Omen but we would see what happens. Styles was the first to go against Kid Alpha as it seemed, the bell had rung and Alpha immediately went after Styles, punching in quick succession as he did not want to risk a chance to allow Styles to gain momentum, even though half of the strikes were blocked by the arms of The True Crimson. Alpha moved back for a bit and quickly took a run to go for a quick Dropkick to the chest of Styles but Andrew would not have it like that as he threw himself down to the floor to not catch that Dropkick in full impact but Alpha was not done by a millimeter with the offense as he fell on his own two feet after that failed Dropkick, just to go for a punt to Styles' ribs. Omen seemed adamant to what was happening in the ring as Styles held his ribs tightly, his element was null on momentum right now as he kept being attacked by Alpha for the instant, he was covering up most of his body by being in a curled up position, that made Alpha get livid as he started stomping away in a quick manner but in the midst of those stomps, Andrew caught the right leg of Alpha, doing a quick Rolling Kneebar, that getting his opponent on the floor like a take-down would but in more dire-straits as Alpha aimed to get Andrew away with the left leg kicking at the hands of Styles.
This match was highly personal for Styles because he just had to send a message to the whole BBW Universe as a whole and to show that he could win a big one, even if it only seemed to happen once in his career and that was when he won the Crimson City championship, after that, there were no major PPV wins for him. He kept the hold cinched in until Alpha kicked away his hands from the Kneebar, that made Andrew roll back to a standing position as he promptly dragged Alpha back from his team's corner and quickly aimed to do a Fuller Leglock(Refer to Corey Graves' Lucky 13) out of the blue on Alpha's legs after the latter was dragged into the dead center of the ring, Alpha screamed loudly as his vertical base was being damaged severely at this point from the root, that was until Gamma Daiou quickly entered the ring and did a quick Running Elbow Drop to Styles' chest, making the latter let go and evidently, Omen was not doing a single thing about it, just staying at the corner as Gamma was punching down on Styles, Styles rolled to be on top of Gamma, elbowing and punching down with all of his anger as the numbers game came up once again, making Styles quickly go for an Irish Whip on Gamma, Omen pulled the rope down, assisting for the first time as Alpha came to brawl and give the fight to Styles, being received by the skilled punches of Styles, doing a quick strike combo before aiming to end with a prompt Wrist Clutch Lariat, making Alpha turn around and just as sure the grass is green, that maneuver struck Alpha down as the expert Styles went for a pin attempt but Alpha had the skill of Omega when it came to leverage pins as he reversed that pin into one of his own but the exchange was evened out as Styles knew how to reverse this by previous experience against Omega as he made a Bridging Pin, making the referee jump down to the mat to go for the count, one, two and the match was nto over as Alpha rose the right shoulder up from the floor, hence making Styles get off the Bridge position. The True Crimson got to a standing position as he started heating the crowd up while clapping with his hands in the air, signaling a bad demise coming for Alpha as he quickly took a run to go for a patented Boma Ye Knee right to the skull of Alpha but in the midst, he was clotheslined by Gamma out of the blue as the latter had come from outside to the rescue of his partner.
With Styles being planted to oblivion with that Clothesline that came straight from hell, Gamma and Alpha were thinking ill, very ill things in their minds were ready for Styles as the larger male of the two, the assailant promptly picked Styles up in the air and went for a Powerbomb but in the midst of that maneuver, Alpha had the leverage from the ropes, jumping on the middle one to finish with a leg drop, perfect display of team work indeed by the defending champions as the legal member of the Inversions went for a quick pin attempt but were they really mistakened as Omen was slowly coming in the ring, making his presence sharp as now there was a face-off between the two greater men in the match, Omen and Gamma Daiou, the numbers game was evened out and with that Styles was keeping his objective on not tagging his partner in during the entire match, the referee went in for the count at hand as Styles seemed to have no stamina left to stay up and Gamma Daiou stood in the Freak's way, such a bold mistake indeed as Omen started by going for sudden punches, if Omen was a weapon, he would be classified as a Machine Gun by the rate of punches that seem to have gotten steel behind them, Gamma, of course was trying to show the dominance by punching back on Omen, these two would tear themselves apart as the count of two by the referee came up, Styles lifting his shoulder proudly in the air, signalling the match was not over at all, by all means. Alpha was pissed as he did not know what else to do, so the re-cap is, Omen got in the ring to pummel on Gamma while Alpha is left with Styles, even grounds, I reckon. Alpha was pummeling down at Styles at this point as the resilient Andrew kept covering up his head while Omen and Gamma Daiou were squaring off amongst themselves, punches here and there but to finish the duel of punches, Omen quickly moved back with a punch of Daiou's, just to come back with a running Discus Elbow, taken right off the book of Andrew Styles, ladies and gentlemen, that move was perfectly effective for someone with the strength of Omen and with that, Gamma Daiou was taken right off his hinges.
Omen had learnt something, when he is pushed back, he should just use that for a stronger strike. That is the Styles methodology but right now Alpha was getting his shots in before a punch had missed the target, that being the enough space to make Styles get the chance to turn the tides by locking Alpha in a sudden Koji Clutch, Alpha screaming and clawing away at the mat to get to the ropes as Styles had that really cinched in deep. Omen was manhandling Gamam Daiou meanwhile as he picked the latter up and threw him out of the ring like a bag of trash, merciless like usual as he went after the trash to dispatch and finish the job while Styles is finally left alone in the ring with Alpha as Alpha managed to get to the ropes, making Styles let go after a three count of the referee, sadly, BBW has got the Rope Break system on it. Now, Styles was clapping for the demise of Alpha as he made his signature gesture of making a punch downwards and then suddenly raise up with his arms open wide to the sides, he was not waiting for Alpha to raise up to make the Boma Ye Knee, so he opted for a more brutal display as Alpha was resting belly down, hands serving as support to attempt to raise up as Styles thoroughly scanned the possibilities before running to the ropes and aiming to jump on the middle(second) rope to go for a sudden brutal Curb Stomp with the added gravity from the jump towards the air, making a huge snap on Alpha's head as the fans cringed at that display of brutality but cheered indeed as they loved to see these displays, of course, they paid for this. But Styles was not done with this as Alpha was knocked out cold, right near the ropes, Styles yelled out to Omen as Gamma was crouched on the floor, Omen was pissed but backed away at Styles' request after a bit, Gamma was fragile and steady for the brutality that was yet to come as Styles hit the ropes behind him, where Alpha was sleeping peacefully after that Stomp to the head, Styles clapped as he went for an Over The Top Rope Curb Stomp after using the bottom and middle ropes as ladders, almost missed the target due to the minimal leverage but it connected luckily, making an OMG moment possible because Styles spun forward in the air before connecting the signature Curb Stomp, that making the second objective complete.
Styles howled to the air as he shrugged and went back in the ring, Omen had done the same thing as Styles though, going after Alpha which was the new target of Styles as Gamma would not be getting up after that Curb Stomp to the skull from Hell's confines. Styles moved back as Omen got Alpha up and back in a vertical base, punching the stomach of the latter first and quickly hitting the ropes to go for a wrecking Big Boot to the finish line of the match but Styles did not have it, he quickly put himself placed tactically to make this match finish by his hand and not Omen's as soon as Omen struck with the devastating Big Boot, Styles struck with a modified version of his Kata-Gatame Choke Hold
, The Final Breath on Alpha, that got Alpha in dire straits as he was dazed by the Big Boot and now being forced in The Final Breath of Styles', he of course could not do anything other than to tap out to Styles as Satellite struck the PA, the referee came to deliver the title belts to both Omen and Styles as The True Crimson held that title with a hint of disgust, for him, it was unvaluable and worthless, for Omen, it served as a prize. The match was won as the capacity crowd cheered loudly to the outcome. Styles had done the last two objectives, never tag in Omen and Win the match by his hand and maneuver. The hidden objective was revealed finally as Styles glanced to Omen with a smirk, quickly running and hitting Omen in the back of the head with the title belt, the Freak fell down to the mat with that cheap shot by the lunatic Styles as Styles quickly aimed to pummel down his own partner who helped a lot in the match as the final highlight moment can prove, the finish had a lot to do with Omen. But Styles just snapped as the referee tried to get in the way of Styles, just to get caught with a Convict Kick out of the blue from Andrew as Styles went right after Omen again, aiming to do a lot of damage as he punted the Freak out of the ring despicably, going right after Omen, rolling under the bottom rope as he quickly rose the Freak back to a vertical base after being outside, Irish whipping him against the Steel steps, making the first half of the steel steps be toppled over as the last objective of Styles was to Curb Stomp Omen on the steel steps, that to prove a point as Styles did not go over the whole run, taking his time at planting Omen's head over and over against the merciless steel before the Freak was dazed enough to stay still with the head in that position.
Styles took a few steps back and quickly aimed to go for a Curb Stomp, that was until...
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 2:14 pm
The unpredictable and violent man, Andrew Styles would begin to show his vibrant colors of Crimson once again by going for the attack on Omen. The attack starting with striking Omen in the back of the head with his newly won Tag Team Championship. The strike could be heard through the cheap-seats, and as it resounded through, Omen fell like the giant he was. Following the cheap strike with the title, strikes with the True Crimson's hand made contact with Omen's skull multiple times, this continuing until the official tried to haul Andrew off, a mistake on his part. Because when Andrew was off of Omen for the few seconds he was, he sent a hard Convict Kick that knocked the official out cold, causing him to fall down and almost fall outside the ring, hanging on the apron.
Omen began to get to a kneel in the amount of time the kick took, showing his remarkable amount of endurance and resilience, however, he wasn't given enough time and ended up having his head knocked into the next universe with a punt that sent Omen right under the ropes and to the outside. The Freak immediately looked to get to a kneel once again, seeing he had enough time to, unless if Andrew Styles leaped outside of the ring. The bad thing for the Freak was, he couldn't get up as fast due to his head pounding more than usual and the wind was knocked out of him on the landing outside of the ring. A bad predicament for Omen, but good for Andrew styles who exited the ring, picked Omenup with the assistance of the Freak himself, and Irish Whipped him into the unforgiving steel steps. The top half of the steps were thrown off and Omen slowly began top place his upper half of his body on the steps, which was a mistake even though it helped him get up a bit faster.
Everything looked like it was going to go in Style favor until something miraculous happened. The lights turned out, leaving everybody in darkness, the only thing that could be seen were multiple flashes in the crowd from the phones of the attendance. A few seconds continued in this darkness and nothing seemed to happen, until, a light shined in the center of the stage. A single spotlight, which would be shining for a few men who began to come out of the entrance area. Something was off about them, mainly due to the fact that they, much like Omen, were wearing Burlap Sacks, but these guys were also wearing pitch black robes while slowly making their way down the ramp. There was a total of eight and the light would shine on all eight of the men until they got to ringside. Which is when the lights came back on in aggressive blare.
When the lights turned on, Andrew Styles was facing all eight men who would begin to make a barricade around the entrance ramp, as if stating with no words the man could leave. The True Crimson would simply just shine a grin at the men before looking to pummel them all with multiple shots, taking them all down within a minute. An astounding rate, but they all got back up as soon as they were knocked down, which gave Styles the inspiration to throw more than just punches, but his own Convict Kick. This was time consuming, but Andrew Styles didn't realize that while he was having fun beating down the descendants of Omen. Within this time though, Omen would be on his feet, requesting a microphone, which he would receive, and walking behind Andrew Styles who was still having a field day. He was completely ignorant and open to anything and everything from behind, maybe he didn't notice, or maybe he didn't care. Regardless, Omen wasn't going to attack his tag partner, but rather, he had other plans on his mind for the ruthless and violent partner of his.
Finally, when none of them began to stand up anymore and all the punishment they could endure stacked up to the limit, Omen would begin to speak up. The fun was over for Styles.
"Andrew, Andrew, Andrew. You sure have a fire in you that won't quit. You know how I enjoy that, don't you?"
The Freak would simply laugh at his statement while he observed Andrew Styles who began to turn around to see Omen in front of him.
"You know, I always saw this coming. I knew you were a violent spirit who would do anything he could do see that Crimson Shade of red you love and adore. That's why I stuck with you. You're interesting, like nobody else is. You have your own style and flair that nobody else can mimic. You have that natural feeling of insanity. I am glad that we have these tag titles, however, here is the bad news for you. I know you love to fight and love to inflict pain, much like I do, however, the thing I have in mind is not going to be us together. But me and you, as opponents, as foes who will try their best to tear off the skin of his opponent, to break every bone in their opponent's body, and to mentally and physically scar their opponent until they have to go into therapy. Andrew, me and you will have the fight that will drown all the others in the darkness, while ours illuminates in that Crimson color we love, we will fight and mark who is the most psychotic and violent. Andrew Styles, we are going to fight in the first ever Three Shades of Crimson Match. The "First Shade of Crimson" will be a Submission Match in which one of us will beg and plead to stop the pain, to finally let go of a gruesome submission hold that will send shock-waves of pain up and down our bodies until finally we snap. The "Second Shade of Crimson" is a Falls Count Anywhere Match which explains itself. No rules and no regrets in this match as we put everything on the line for that pinfall or submission which can be counted anywhere thanks to the official that you knocked out earlier. Finally, if we both win once, this will lead us to the Final Shade of Crimson, which will be your favorite part. The Final Shade of Crimson acts much like a First Blood Match, but once your opponent begins to bleed, you can finally get the third and final pin. Only then, will it be decided who is the most psychotic and most ruthless between the two of us."
That was a mouthful for Omen, but he addressed a new challenge, how will Andrew Styles respond? We will see as Andrew Styles approaches Omen, grabs and yanks the microphone out of Omen's hand, and says the words, "You're on" before throwing the microphone away from both men. Omen gave a wholehearted smile as Styles began to back away, kicking one of the descendants of Omen, before taking his leave and ending the match.
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