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 Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 2:37 am
"The following contest is set for one fall!"
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 10:11 pm
The arena lights fade to black...
Grimy hallways of an eerie looking mental institution flash on the Titantron. A tornado siren begins to wail. A shirtless inmate in black is shown in shadow in the asylum corridors. Manic laughter is heard just before a heavy, metal guitar riff begins to start playing. As the man grins wickedly, just before the chorus breaks out, a second voice cries out in terror,
"TWIIIISTEEEEDDD!!!
Because the music do, and it is reaching
Inside you, forever preaching
F*ck you too, your dream's a whisper
Hang on you Twisted Transistor...
The announcer's voice, chopped and glitched, filled the arena. "...from Blackthorn Asylum! He weighs in at 186 pounds! 'The Maniac'... TWIZTOR!!!!" Video is shown of Twiztor hitting various wrestling moves next to images of him in the asylum making in-ring gestures. The man himself walks out in the dark and green strobe lights with a hooded up jacket before running to the ring and slights in as the lights come on. He grins a sickly smirk towards the cameras tossing his hair to the side. Coming off a no-contest in his last appearance was something he was looking to forget and the fans voiced their general disappointment. The real surprise was Twiztor being introduced first. He shoved his hood off and looked around at the crowd before addressing them. "No contest," he said simply. Most of the audience voiced their disapproval as Twiztor nodded. "I agree, but now let's turn our attention to the young man who was ALSO judged no contest." Even more audience members either cheered or booed and Twiztor couldn't help but grin as well. "Well who would I be to call him a clown, but I mean come on, Suicide Saint? Remember, down the river not across." Some of the crowd ooh'd as Twiztor grinned again. "Seriously though, Saint Teresa, take me if you want, but i think the hotline is a better way to deal with your problems. They're still open 24/7, right?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2015 1:04 pm
The ring the lights went out, leaving everyone in the dark. Literally. Slowly Blue Stahli's Anti you began to play and blue and purple lights began to flash as the crowd waited. Faster and faster the lights flashed. Somebody was going to have a stroke for sure at this rate!
Another command to succumb
To sucking you off with a smile
A vanity culture like a congregation
Identity dogmatism
The image is always in style
Stroking the ego with media masturbation
Conditioning to canonize
Gospel of this vox populi(E)
Force feeding
Misleading
I'm burning the alter
And I'll pass right through
Erasing
Debasing
I want to be the Anti YouSuddenly laser lights flashed and rotated during the entrance, never staying in one spot for long. Matt slowly walked out onto the stage and crouched down. His face and body paint glowing in the black light. He was at center stage when the music picked up and Matt suddenly jumped up to his feet and fireworks shot up and out towards the ring! The lights went back to normal and Matt made his way down the ramp on one side, high fiving fans and walking underneath ladders in order to get the crowd pumped. "Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the Suicide Saint...............MATT DRAAAAAAAAAAVEN!"  Upon making it down to ring side, the WWFG crowd at a fever pitch for the young man, Matt grinned and walked up the steel steps. However, once he got to the top he paused. With a huge grin, he hopped to the floor and jogged along the barricade, once again high fiving fans. Much to their delight! Anyways, after making that trip all the way around the ring, he slid into the ring and quickly got up to his feet. He then sprinted across the ring and jumped up onto the second turn buckle, where he threw his arms out wildly before bringing his hands up with his signature hand gesture. He then climbed down and repeated the taunt at each of the corners before climbing back down for the final time, facing his opponent. With the music faded out and the lights back to the normal setting, Matt couldn't help but smile as he fished the microphone out from his back pocket. Oh boy, here we go again! "Before we get down to the good part, I just wanted to point some things out to you. First we both won our matches, a wins a win even if the other person doesn't show up." Matt explained with a grin as he began poking a hole in Twistor's no contest comments that were in fact quite incorrect. "Second of all.......is that really the best you can come up with? Seriously?" he continued before ending with a sigh. Seriously, if he had a penny for every time had said that.......he would have a whooole lot of pennies. However even he had been at the point in his career where he was looking a name for himself and couldn't very well just verbally beat him down without giving him a proper chance. It just wouldn't be cool. "How about this, I'll give you one more chance to actually come up with something entertaining before I proceed to beat you down both physically and verbally." he said in a very provoking manner, the crowd reacting in kind with "OHHHHHHHHH!". Let's face it, Matt just called the Twiztor out!
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2015 9:21 pm
Twiztor had to grin and giggle as the crowd booed him. No way he was going to walk out and give Matt the satisfaction. He stared own his opponent holding the mic up. "While I'm sure we'd all love to hear what you do to the Roses' pictures late at night, I'm afraid we just don't have the time.'" Audience members either cheered or ooh'd but Twiztor held his hand up to hold them up. "You don't know me yet, Saint Claire, but I do my best work when we're squared off, face to face, in the ring. It doesn't even matter though, you're not gonna beat me either way!" The crowd ooh'd again as Twiztor continued. "Honestly you have one chance to prove me wrong unless I get through to that tender little brain of yours. It could be fun to play with." He giggled sickly and tossed the mic to the side.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 11:36 pm
Twiztor tossed his microphone to the side, clearly ready for the match. Matt on the other hand, had a rather different idea. He had just tossed away the only thing that could possibly have saved him from the needles Matt was going to stab into him. Metaphorically of course. With that, Mat cleared his throat with an over exaggerated couple coughs and brought the microphone up to his mouth. "Thank god you tossed that microphone away. I don't think I could have stood another second of my ears bleeding as my brain tried to make sense of gibberish that you just spouted. Now, despite my bleeding ears, I'm pretty sure you said something about me having to prove something to you." he said before cracking that devilish smile he was known to have and even chuckling a little bit at the very end of that last sentence. "As a former Hardcore champion, Tag Team Champion, WWFG Champion, and WWFG Hall of Famer....I'm pretty sure the only one that has to prove anything here is you. So let's get on with it shall we, so I can prove to you that the biggest joke here is everytime you look in the mirror." Matt said before lowering the microphone and shifted his weight from one leg to the other. His face changed from his devilish smile to one of pure focus, and as the referee signaled for the match to begin, Matt tossed his own microphone too the side.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2015 8:22 am
It wasn't until the bell had rung and the match had started that Twiztor saw his opponent in action for the first time. All things considered Draven was indeed a hell of a match, but there was always a trick up The Maniac's sleeve. He sunk low to the ground in his signature stance and circled Draven for a minute, showing his unpredictable nature, his grin fixed on his face. Once at the opposite side of the ring he stood and and went for a collar and elbow tie up.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2015 1:03 pm
Matt, who had circled the ring opposite of Twistor, stepped forward and locked up with his opponent. After a brief moment of struggling, Mat attempted to yank the young man into a vice-like side headlock!
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2015 6:16 pm
///.TWIZTOR.///
The headlock surprised Twiztor, but not as much as you would think. He knew Draven would pull something like this, so Twiztor struggled for a bit as he made his way to the ropes. Like a slingshot he pushed Draven off him and would attempt to give Draven a back elbow. He had a hunch Draven would try something on his way back so he prepared himself for anything.
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2015 1:07 pm
One had to hope that Twiztor might have seen the side headlock from a collar and elbow tie up coming. Seeing as it was one of the most common ways a match tended to start off. Nonetheless, Matt found himself being shot across the ring by is opponent, and the ropes that his opponent had used to aid him, and soon found himself rebounding back. Where he ended up colliding with Twiztor's back elbow! The elbow connected and Matt quickly staggered backwards in the ropes, holding onto his jaw with both hands.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2015 8:03 pm
((Auto-hit))
Well it didn't seem like Twiztor was going to follow, in fact he was simply standing there not doing much of anything, Matt was able to regain his senses and launch a counter attack. Which he did! Using the ropes that he had stumbled into as a bit of added momentum, Matt charged forward and leveled Twiztor with a hard clothesline! Not one to give an opponent much breathing room when he had the advantage, Matt quickly jumped up and attempted to crash down upon Twiztor's chest with an elbow drop!
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 8:17 am
///.TWIZTOR.///
If the clothesline didn't hurt, the elbow drop did. Twiztor writhed on the ground for a moment before rolling away the the safety of the corner. Still holding his jaw from the clothesline he looked up at Matt and began to giggle. "Lil' Matty got some bite to go with that bark," he chortled as he stood up. Ever the master of distraction he approached Mat cautiously before attempting an uppercut once he was close enough. The crowd knew he liked to play with his food before finishing it.
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