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 Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2015 12:29 am
number one contender's match to the DHW Inter-Blaze title
normal rules
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2015 5:41 pm
the titantron goes out and the arena is left in darkness.
Monster by Skillet begins to play as red and blue lights flash. Flames burst up intermittently on the stage. On the titantron, a haunting image of Damien Umbra, in his robes, are shown. He's locked in a dark room, with a sole candle as his light, staring at a door.
The secret side of me, I never let you see
I keep it caged but I can't control it
So stay away from me, the beast is ugly
I feel the rage and I just can't hold it
It's scratching on the walls, in the closet, in the halls
It comes awake and I can't control it
Hiding under the bed, in my body, in my head
Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?
the titantron shows Lionel opening the door and Damien bursts out.
I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
the flames continue to spring up as Damien, his face still hidden under the hood, walks out with Lionel following behind him. Lionel gestures to the ring and Damien begins to make his way towards it.
"Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 330 pounds, accompanied by his tag team partner Lionel, Damien Umbra!"
My secret side I keep hid under lock and key
I keep it caged but I can't control it
'Cause if I let him out he'll tear me up, break me down
Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?
The fire on the stage continues, and Damien moves at a steady pace to the ring, stopping at the end of the ramp. Beneath the hood, he looks around the arena before moving towards the ring. He grasps the top rope and steps up onto the apron, gazing into the ring at the champions. Lionel, meanwhile, walks up the stairs and steps into the ring through the ropes. He gestures to the larger man in the robe and Damien raises his arms. The lights comes back up and he steps in over the top rope while Lionel waits on the outside, taking Damien's robe as they await his opponent
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2015 7:26 pm
Live for the Kill played over the PA system as a young , tall, brown haired, russian walked out from backstage wearing tiger stripe fatigues (Bottoms only) functional belts and black combat gloves holding Kali Sticks on both hands . The man walked down the aisle completely focused on the match. The pack of wolves
Are closing in
Now, hear the howling beasts
They move fast
Through winter woods
And soon it's time to feast
A vicious hunt
On through the night
The prey is short of breath
They feel the sting
Of burning eyes
That's fixed upon their necks
From Saint Petersburg, Russia. weighing at 245 pounds, Aleksandr Volk Zhabin!A predator's heart knows no remorse
It lives for the hunt
A predator's heart knows no remorse
It lives for the hunt
A natural forceIt was a plain entrance for the russian, Volk had proved his endurance so far now he had a greater challenge coming along He had to become 1 one contender again and finish once and for all with Ken Armand. A natural force
It knows no remorse
And lives for the killVolk made his way into the ring walking the steel steps and ducking thru the middle ropes. He continued across the ring putting away his Kali sticks and looking at his opponent with determined eyes.
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2015 7:16 am
Damien is as stoic as ever, watching from beneath his hair. Damien's goals are what his brother tells them they are, and tonight, Lionel wants Damien to earn the contendership to the Inter-Blaze championship. As such, Damien advances to the center of the ring, waiting for Volk's first move
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2015 11:46 am
Volk took a boxing stance hopping slightly, as he circled around Damien keeping his distance for now. Taking advantage of his speed and power he looked to thrown quick jabs thru him.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2015 10:09 pm
Damien steps back to avoid the jabs and raises his own fists. If there's going to be a fight, one can't win keeping them down. He circles with Volk now, perhaps the understanding dawning that he has to fight a bit differently this time
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2015 2:23 am
Volk at this moment was just measuring his range with the jabs. Yet they were swift expected from the Olympian. Following Damien he looked to get closer as he attempted to throw another jab only for this one to be a feint for a slide into throwing a liver blow. Ifor successful he would take a few steps back.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2015 10:47 am
Damien isn't as dimwitted as he seems. This fight needs to go at his pace if he wants to add to the Umbra's collection of gold. Caught with the liver blow, his body gives only one sign of the blow, the movement caused by the impact. This slow and steady pace benefits Volk more than him, and Damien goes in this time, looking to explode forward with a clothesline
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2015 11:04 pm
Volk looked determined right when he hit the liver. He was right, that blow slowed him a little. Umbra threw the Clothesline, Volk tried to duck under and turn around to face him. He glanced at him with a wolf like instinct. Damien Umbra was his prey but appearances can be deceiving this would be a fight between a wolf and a monster.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 7:54 pm
a very apt description of the set up. Damien isn't going to let up. Volk is fast, but at some point, he's going to have to actually move in. Not that Damien is allowed to be patient.
Lionel, on the outside, slaps the mat in frustration. "Stop playing with him.Get in there and finish him."
Damien doesn't acknowledge his brother, but he heard him loud and clear. He has to fight a bit differently. He moves in again, this time, faking a right but throwing a kick to the gut. Should that hit, he'd follow with a quick uppercut to the jaw
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 10:35 am
Aleksandr fell for the feint when he looked to block with his elbow. The kick connected causing him to double over. The former boxing champion was struck with a 300 lbs force uppercut. The force itself pushed him to the ropes hanging with one arm keeping himself from falling.
Yet an uppercut like that could've Knocked out anyone Volk growled and looked at Damien with that wolf-like glimmer in his eyes ,he clenched his fist and waited for Damien to strike looking for an opening.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 8:29 pm
(aleksandr wins by pinfall)
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