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 Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 2:53 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a qualifier round in the Seasons Championship Tournament! The winner of this contest will move on to the next round of the tournament! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 11:03 am
The lights went dark with a touch of crimson red hidden, the fans knew who it was as Satellite hit the PA, it had been a new addition to Styles' repertoire as the titantron played on, showing Andrew's victories, best moves and downfalls. His titantron had nothing to hide, good or bad, it was there.
Tim McIllrath's voice boomed on the PA after the first chords of guitar slowly and surely, this being the first verse of the True Crimson's theme.
You can't feel the heat until you hold your hand over the flame
You have to cross the line just to remember where it lays
You won't know your worth now, son, until you take a hit
And you won't find the beat until you lose yourself in it
As the theme reached that point, a silhouette appeared in the middle of the ramp, this being Andrew Styles none the less, his 'warpaint' was not present once again, maybe a few steps into normal sanity. The fans booed and some just cheered because there was always this line separating boos from cheers. For a moment, the boos covered up the cheers but then, just like it was some competition, the cheers became louder within the rhythm of the song.
That's why we won't back down
We won't run and hide
Yeah, 'cause these are the things that we can't deny
I'm passing over you like a satellite
So catch me if I fall
That's why we stick to your game plans and party lives
But at night we're conspiring by candlelight
We are the orphans of the American dream
So shine your light on me
As the chorus hit the PA, Andrew Styles made his usual elegant walk down the ring, brandishing his tag title on the right shoulder, the lights going back to normal after a huge explosion of pyro hit the whole ramp, making a sequence of explosion sounds. This just being the add-up for his facepaint as he walked down the ramp with haste and promptly slid through the bottom rope of the ring, this time, he had nothing to throw to the fans, no souvenirs for the peasants. His ring attire was consisted of a red and black latex armband, a right black leather wristband with studs, black normal wrestling boots, black and red tights and to finish, gray gloves with a few black stripes on the sides.
Announcer: From Montreal, Canada, weighing in at Two Hundred and Eighteen pounds, he is one half of the tag team champions....The True Crimson, Andrew Styles!
The part where it was mentioned that he was only half of the tag team champions left his mouth with a bitter taste, like iron but without the whole blood system.
For now, he just awaited for his opponent to come to the ring, so he could finish it up and get over with it as to get something worth the path with this tournament chance that he's got. Not like he would go that far because seeing the repertoire, he never won the finals on anything.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 8:47 pm
The camera switched over to a backstage view as Bernhardt's Entrance music started to play as it showed Bernhardt Rosenthal walking towards the stage being followed by the rest of the Sharp Shooter Society all with rather confident looks on their face. Once they were about to reach the stage all the lights went out with the pause in the music. Once the music started up again pyro blasted from the stage with the lights coming back on showing the entire Society standing on the stage meeting a lot of boos  "Introducing next from Berlin, Germany standing at 6ft 5in tall weighing in at 285lbs, he is representing the Sharp Shooter Society, Bernhardt Rosenthal!" Bernhardt then began his walk down the ramp to the ring as the crowd gave massive boos while the rest of the Society followed. Bernhardt stopped just at the bottom of the ramp before running up and jumping onto the apron grabbing onto the top ropes before pushing them down and stepping over them into the ring. Once in the ring Bernhardt took his jacket off tossing it to Mirela ringside before looking over at his opponent while Sandra walked over and took a seat at the announcer's table with the rest of the Society surrounding the ring.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 11:11 am
After the entrance of Mr. Rosenthal, yikes, similar to Neaderthal but anyways, that was not the point in here. The point was that Andrew had to beat one more person to ascend into the once lsot stardom that he had and that stardom would not be achieved by the Tag Team Championship, which, in Styles' eyes was simply cheap leather and plastic. Nothing but a new title for people to call him.
But speaking about eyes, Andrew was tearing a hole through Bernhardt from across the ring, if this was an aura battle, The True Crimson's would be an handsome devil, with the elegance of Death in one hand and destruction in another and the eyes would be simply blank and cold, staring into the opponent's soul.
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2015 7:54 pm
((Sorry for the late reply))
Bernhardt just stared right at Style unflinching not even bother, in fact Bernhardt was getting bored of this. "You here to fight, or just stare like an idiot?" Bernhardt shouted over towards Styles waiting to see if he would actually do anything. If not then Bernhardt would fast walk over towards Styles to attempt a few hard punches aimed for the head of Styles.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 12:36 pm
(You're forgiven.)
Styles laughed a bit at the man's talking. Talking won't do you any good but fighting will and that is exactly the contraption behind Styles as he quickly aimed to go for a swift Discus Elbow to start the match, it was his signature starting move to every match, if it connected on Berhardt's chin or even the face, it would be the perfect unbalancing tool to topple over the guy.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 9:54 pm
Seeing as how the match literally just began and that Bernhardt really wasn't moving to fast towards Styles that the moment Style began to spin around for the elbow Bernhardt would duck down underneath it and move right behind Styles, and it that was successful Bernhardt would look to open this match his own way with an early German Suplex attempt to send Styles down onto the mat hard.
Guy: Looks like we're being joined here on commentary by Sandra.
Troy: Welcome we're glad to have you here on commentary with us.
Sandra: You should be glad after all I did comeback from retirement just to help managed the Society.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 5:49 am
Styles' opening movement had missed the obviously taller male but it was not much of a concern, well, it was not until Bernhardt got his arms around of Styles' waist to throw him over like a ragdoll, wait a moment, there seemed to be no disqualifications in BBW. Styles mustered up a huge heel right to Bernhardt's family jewels, they'll be needing to be polished after that, if you get what I mean. Styles was playing smart to get through the barrier by the name of Bernhardt Rosenthal.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 8:13 pm
((.....))
Really? A low blow this early in the match? Guess Styles must really be desperate as the low blow hits causing Bernhardt to let go mid-throw of the suplex causing Bernhardt to back up towards the ropes, near the area ringside that Caliber was standing at who was screaming for Bernhardt to get it together, due to there not being as much force as possible behind the kick being mid-throw and all. Bernhardt would be leaning on the ropes looking over towards Styles trying to catch his breath.
Guy: Looks like Bernhardt is having some problems early on after that cheap lowblow!
Sandra: Honestly the fact that Styles has to rely on such a tactic this early on only shows exactly how scared he really is.
Troy: Call it what you want, but it seems to be effective for now.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 11:57 pm
Andrew smirked widely as he stepped away from Bernhardt after the mid-throw, glancing at the situation as he clapped a few times, he was going to risk it all again?
It seemed like that as Styles hit the opposite ropes and aimed to do a brutal Discus Clothesline to get Bernhardt out of his territory, this being the ring. He had to win, no matter what it took or whatever piece of him he had to lose. This tournament would be carving a path to stardom which he needs badly.
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2015 11:42 pm
(Auto-hit.)
The True Crimson managed to get Bernhardt off his ring with that devastating Discus Clothesline which seemed to almost rip out the head off the opponent's neck but instead, made Bernhardt fall in a ugly fashion to the outside of the ring.
Andrew Styles after that let out a loud scream as if his madness was snapping a new level before he stopped and grinned widely, his eyes were focused on the opponent like an eagle stalking the wounded prey as then Styles ran back and aimed to do a swift No-Hand Sommersault Plancha over the rope to the opponent, whether he was standing by this point or keeping himself laid down on the floor or even if anyone tried to get in the way, they would get hit with that maneuver of Styles.
His use of aerial moves have become extremely limited ever since 2013, back then, he could be considered an aerial sane person, now, he's just insane. Maybe his roots are coming back each day that goes by, who knows?
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2015 5:24 am
(Auto-win)
After that flight coming from Andrew Styles, the dazed Bernhardt could not do anything but catch the two hundred and eighteen pounds coming from above. The crowd went wild as they were starting to recognize the old Andrew in this new skin, the maneuvers, the way of acting, the flying, it was unexpected as the crowd cheered loudly.
The True Crimson rose up after that insane maneuver and the mastodon by the name of Bernhardt Rosenthal was already trying to crawl to the barricade to use it as a support but Styles did not focus too much on the opponent, instead he glanced to Sandra and spoke sharply.
"You're next!"
He pointed his finger at her as she seemed to be distraught about it and rose up from the seat, that was serving well as a distraction for Bernhardt to recover and Styles defiantly placed his hands behind his back and leaned forward, wanting Sandra to trigger the insanity button that he needed and she was really dumb on doing so, it seemed that she did not know the contraption behind Styles, she just slapped him across the face and across his expression, there was just a grin crossing the lips.
Though Bernhardt came from behind and promptly went for a quick German Suplex, Styles was distracted, bold mistake as The True Crimson was thrown against the ring apron with that amazing suplex, Sandra laughed a lot like the b***h that she is, the commentators were shocked and the impact against the apron was just brutal as Styles seemed to be in a huge pain, the crowd went silent.
Bernhardt had gotten his momentum back as he quickly aimed to grab Styles, picking him up in the process and tossing him in the ring, Sandra sat down again and Bernhardt quickly got in the ring, following the grounded body of Styles and aiming to get the pinfall early after that back-crushing suplex.
Styles was still breathing and fuming in anger, slowly and surely as the referee went to the mat to count quickly but it failed to reach the third slap on the mat as Styles rose the right shoulder up, Bernhardt was livid as he thought that the current Tag Team Champion would fall like that.
Bernhardt rose up and being the brute that he attempts to image, he aimed to powerbomb Styles' a** straight to hell after getting Styles into the position, he was ready to do Styles in but in the air, as Styles was risen from the floor, he slipped out of Bernhardt's grasp, falling in front of the large man and quickly shot up a Super Kick right under the chin of his opponent, the two competitors collapsed on the mat after that huge exchange of momentum as the crowd clapped, cheering for Styles' heart and fighting spirit.
The referee went to check on the two wrestlers and after checking on Berhardt, he went to Styles, that had been the best thing to assist Styles up as he shot his right hand up to the referee's shirt and helped himself up, the referee kept firm which helped a lot as Styles was back on his vertical base, just dazed as he stepped a few times back and got against the ropes. Styles bowed his head to the referee as in saying a Thank You for the assist.
Bernhardt got up in his own accord, maybe feeling a sharp pain right on the chin after that amazing comeback Super Kick out of the blue but it was due time for Styles to end this match in his favor as Bernhardt came rushing against Styles, now, there were two options, make Bernhardt go back outside or run against the tower and aim for a swift Convict Kick. Styles was insane, so he took the second option, Bernhardt came aiming for a Clothesline to get Styles off his hinges but was caught with a Convict Kick.
Styles had victory in his hands as the downed Bernhardt was off his game but the victory would not come with that simple signature move, Styles quickly stepped back and made his Wake-Up Taunt, his right fist hit the mat and then he rose up quickly, opening both of his arms wide to the sides, the stunned Bernhardt slowly rose up.
The unpatient Styles quickly helped Bernhardt up and oh my god, what was Styles up to here? He got Bernahrdt up in the air and for a moment, Styles did not seem to be able to take it but then, he got his opponent to rest on his back before he spun the opponent forward and made the latter fall with his back right on the knees.
There was somethign weird, the crowd recognized that move without the knee finish, it was Matt Shanahan's Around the Corner, Bernhardt was done for as Styles just grinned and walked slowly towards Bernahrdt, placing his right foot on the latter's chest and with that, the referee dropped to the mat as Styles crouched and glanced right towards the referee in question, his right hand's back hand was facing the referee as with each slap the referee took, Styles rose a finger. The three count had come and fell on Bernhardt.
That move seemed to be some kind of message towards Shanahan, showing the next perfection peak of Around The Corner. Styles was tired of all the hype going for his 'Boss' who only wrestled like what? Three or four times in his own company plus some brawls outside the ring? That did not count for anything in Styles' point of view. This was to show that Styles was not a joke.
Styles requested a microphone as the crowd went silent for a bit to listen to what Styles had to say.
Styles: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner via-devastating pinfall, he is the Tag Team Champion and soon-to-be wielding a better piece of gold than this. He is the True Crimson, Andrew Styles. With this victory, he goes forward to the next round in the tournament!
Sandra was shocked at the victory of Styles with such ease as she started to try and sneak away, Styles just tossed the microphone and slid under the bottom rope, grabbing a steel chair as he got close to Sandra who was running in high heels.
Funny little world as Sandra got cornered quickly, between the chair and the barricade. There was something in Styles' sight, other than the thought of wanting to smash Sandra's head in with the steel chair, he glanced to a little kid in the crowd who was right in the front row, his parents were ready to cover the eyes of the innocent little person as to avoid the kid to witness such violence.
That made Styles stop and just throw the chair to the floor, Sandra had made her escape by jumping over the barricade like a damsel in distress searching for the next high horse riding prince as The True Crimson took off his gloves and lent them to the kid before making his leave towards the ramp, his theme song hit the PA and Styles seemed to be getting more and more sane as time was going by.
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