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 Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 5:09 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a Falls Count Anywhere match! Any submission or pinfall is legal, as long as it is within the grounds of the Burnham Park! Introducing first..."
Weather: Thick clouds, humid.
Wind: 5 mph
Temperature: 49 degrees Fahrenheit.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 9:58 pm
The fans were roaring and ready for more action, and boy were they about to get it. As the words "Falls Count Anywhere" escaped the lips of the ring announcer, the crowd let out a loud pop, knowing they were getting something more violent than usual. A sudden thumping of voice began to play through the PA system, a beat being formed slowly, escalating after a few moments. A very familiar, and just plain hated voice began to fill Burnham Park. I can't escape this hell
So many times I've tried
But I'm still caged inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
(This animal, this animal)
I can't escape myself
(I can't escape myself)
So many times I've lied
(So many times I've lied)
But there's still rage inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I HAVE BECOME!
The fans booed so loudly, the background vocals could barely be heard. Roberto Mendez, flanked on his sides by Andrew Mbenga and Chuck Charleston. The group of three had sang "Animal I Have Become" by Three Days Grace, but you'd be hard pressed to know in the park due to how loud the heat on them was.The usual was heard, "Go home f*****t", "You suck d**k", "Die f*****t." Roberto merely sang harder, more intensely. While singing, the announcer spoke over him, clashing with his voice as they did so. "Introducing first, from Rio De Janeiro, Brazil and weighing in at 189 pounds...accompanied by Chuck Charleston and Andrew Mbenga and representing Midnight Marauders International...Roberto Mendez!" The small wrestler entered the ring as he finally finished singing, an angry Chuck and Andrew standing around him and lashing out at the fans. "Robotic Robert", as he was once known for his ability to make his voice sound auto-tuned naturally, ripped away his shirt to reveal his blue rose tattoo that covered his entire abdomen was in the process of being removed. What things must be running through this young man's head, one could only think. He, Andrew, and Chuck were sent out with orders right from Freakshow: DON'T LET MAD DOG WIN THIS MATCH. That's what they were going to do. The three men standing in the corner, they awaited the entrance of Mad Dog.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2015 1:29 pm
The lights in the outdoor venue go dark. The only thing visible are the few stars above peeking through the clouds. KSSSSSSHHHHHHHH...The sound of harsh static noise fills the arena as the fans pop in recognition of Mad Dog's entrance. After ten seconds or so, however, the static sound stops and the words DEATH STYLE appear on the Tron. If I only could I'd set the world on fire...The cheering grows much louder as fans go wild in recognition of Mad Dog's old music. Finally, the lights come back up and Mad Dog appears, slowly walking out onto the stage. Twirling his signature staple gun around his finger, Mad Dog stops to look out at the audience. He is wearing his usual attire - ripped jean shorts, boots, elbow/knee pads, and wrist tape. The word REVENGE was crudely painted on his chest in what appeared to be blood. His long, wet hair, hangs in front of his face as he begins to staple his own hands through the wrist tape. Commentator Guy: Oh my God! Is this... the OLD Mad Dog?
Commentator Troy: Things are about to get violent! Mad Dog is bringing the heat on pay per ******** you, ******** me, ******** ******** Tom, ******** Mary, ******** ******** ******** the west coast, and ******** everybody on the east
Eat s**t and die, or ******** off at ******** pre-schoolers, ******** rulers
Kings and Queens and gold ******** wine ******** chickens, ******** ducks
Everybody in your crew sucks, punk mother ******** critics, ******** your review
Even if you like me, ******** ******** your mom, ******** your mom's ******** the Beastie Boys and the Dali Llama
And his opponent, hailing from the deep and dirty South by way of Osaka, Japan... He weighs in tonight at 250 pounds... Mad Dog!
As Mad Dog stands on the stage stapling himself, crew members file down the ramp 2 at a time around him, carrying light tube log cabins. They place 3 cabins outside the ring, one on every side except ramp-side. As crew people place the cabins, Mad Dog begins his slow descent down the ramp, stapling himself the entire time. He did not touch hands with audience members this time as he walked, instead his wild eyes were locked on Roberto and his backup.
2 weeks ago, Roberto Mendez had assisted Freakshow and the Midnight Marauders in ambushing Mad Dog, hitting him with a stun baton and locking him in his High Pitched Hellfire submission. Mad Dog had not forgotten, and with a win tonight he would be allowed to face the man he wanted to get his hands on - Freakshow, who had tried to actually give Mad Dog Hepatitis C on live television. Although Mad Dog did not want to get Freakshow's infected blood on him, tonight he was not worried about getting bloody - he welcomed it.
Commentator Guy: Last week Mad Dog mentioned that 'y'all were going to keep f-ing around and turn him back into the old him.' This must be what he meant!
Commentator Troy: I think it goes without saying but... viewer discretion is advised!
Now reaching the bottom of the ramp, Mad Dog slams a few final staples into his own hands as he stops and stares crazily at Roberto. By this point, his wrist wrap was red and dripping. Sliding his stapler into his boot, Mad Dog walks up the ring steps and stands on the outside of the turnbuckle, facing the audience. Raising his hands, he gives them a quick squeeze before flicking his hands towards the front row, sending blood droplets everywhere. Souvenirs for everyone.
Climbing over the turnbuckle, Mad Dog hops down into the ring and runs straight for Roberto, attempting to begin the match with a series of huge blood-soaked punches to the head. His music hadn't even stopped!
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2015 7:07 pm
The punches suddenly started to reign down on Roberto...and my god did he scream like a baby. His head suddenly had cuts on the side of it, blood starting to streak down the side of his head. However, Mad Dog was able to get in only two good hits as the big man Chuck Charleston tried to get a good hold of his neck and shove him away from Roberto, allowing Mbenga to run in and attempt to deliver a harsh drop kick to the head of the veteran.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2015 9:44 pm
Mad Dog is dropkicked in the head, staggering back to lean against the turnbuckle.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 3:22 am
Andrew's dropkick is successful in at least stopping Mad Dog from hurting Roberto any further. The Brazilian rolled out of the ring, rushing to the time keepers area to pour water over his head and keep the blood from getting near his eyes. In ring, Chuck Charleston attempted to run at Mad Dog and leap into him, hoping to sandwich the legend in the corner!
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 8:13 am
Mad Dog sidesteps at the last moment before turning around and attempting a big series of punches to the head of Chuck Charleston!
((I'll be out of town tonight, I should be able to post by tomorrow night at latest. I don't think I'll miss a full 2 days.))
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 3:57 pm
((All good, I wouldn't call anything on ya' anyway))
Chuck started feeling a flurry of punches connect with the side of his head, staggering back the bass who bellowed out a deep howl. He began to bleed similarly to Roberto, falling backward to cover himself up from the blows on the mat. Andrew ran at Mad Dog, attempting to dropkick him once more, to force him away from Charleston!
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 10:02 pm
Andrew dropkicks Mad Dog again, interrupting Mad Dog's punches and sending him once more leaning against the turnbuckle.
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 10:15 pm
Andrew Mbenga did NOT let up for a second, getting up and immediately running at Mad Dog trying to ram his shoulder into the man's abdomen. Chuck rolled out of the ring trying to control the bleeding on the side of his head. Mad Dog was obviously here on a missing, and three men were unable to do much to hinder him.
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 10:21 pm
The wind is knocked out of Mad Dog as Mbenga slams his shoulder into his midsection.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 8:23 pm
Andrew quickly looks to keep the attack and send kick after kick after kick to the legend's abdomen, Roberto sliding back into the ring to join in on those kicks. He still had some blood coming down the side of his head.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 8:48 pm
A very angry-looking Mad Dog continues to receive kicks in the corner from the 2 men. He had not expected to be facing 3 people tonight, but was also not surprised. Just angry. As the kicks connect to Mad Dog's midsection, they force him to bend over. Quickly, Mad Dog slides a hand into his boot as the kicks continue to rain down on him...
Until Mad Dog pulls the stapler out of his boot, causing the crowd to come alive! Lunging forward, Mad Dog attempts to slam staples into anyone within reach!
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2015 12:36 pm
Andrew was suddenly stapled in the arms, Roberto backing off and legging his way to the otherside of the ring, as far from Mad Dog as he could get. After a few staples, Andrew collapses and rolls out of the ring, screaming...leaving just Roberto and Mad Dog in the ring, much to the approval of the fans in the park and around the country!
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2015 1:50 pm
Carrying a pair of binoculars Freakshow, with a blood red bandage wrapped around his pinkie finger, sits in the Midnight Marauders V.I.P Box staring through the magnified hole of his goggles like a big game hunter who wanted to take down the bear that give him hepatitis C. Except the bear didn't actually give him hepatitis C. He just thought he did. Crinkling his nose the manager sips on his martini, very very dry.
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