|The cowbell of Mississippi Queen by the old 1970s band, Mountain, rang out.|
DKT! DKT! DKT! DKT! DKT!
DKT! DKT! DKT! DKT! DKT!
"Hailing from Awesome City, in the State of Awesomeness!
Coming in at an overpowering.. sixfoottwo, twohundredfortyfivepounds.
And! Your new! EX-EL-EL! FIGHT! Champion!!
He is... AWWWW-SOOOOOME! CAY-YAY-LUB!!"
DKT! DKT! DKT! DKT! DKT!
DKT! DKT! DKT! DKT! DKT!
Mississippi Queen!
If you know what I mean!
Mississippi Queen!
She taught me everything!
Way down around Vicksburg!
Around Louisiana Way!
Lived a Cajun Lady!
We called her Mississippi Queen!
'Awesome' Caleb Cammrack stepped out on stage with the XLL FIGHT! Championship belt taut by the straps, above head.
A wide proud smile stretched his face! Stopping middle stage, posing prominently with his newly won belt. And what's this?
You know she was a dancer!
She moved better on wine, while the rest of them dudes was a-gettin' their kicks!
Buddy, beg your pardon, I was getting mine!
It's Emiko Sone stalking close behind Cammrack!
Dropping to a knee, she gifted Caleb a bicep bump to the sack on cue with his single fire of pyrotechnic that shot out from behind them!
Mississippi Queen!
If you know what I mean!
Caleb's song cut, dropping his championship, along with his oh so proud smile of his.
Now expressing a classic '0' face, and that certainly isn't awesome.
In tip toed baby steps, he gave it all to stay standing, with hands on his thighs.
Emiko followed it up with a quick step momentum into her Scissor's Kick!
Head cracking into the steel stage grate, Caleb conceded to a nap, while his assailant pulled a mic out from her snug long sleeve glove, as she returned to her feet.
Taking an extended step back, with a knee forward, she throws her head back..
"Waaaaaaaaann-tooooon!"
Pausing, Sone looks down at The, once, Awesome One, and finishing with a vile disdain in her voice.
"Fox."
Stepping up beside, she took a knee, shoving Caleb over on his back.
Emiko takes a stance over his torso.
"You are.."
Sits to a saddle his abdomen.
"Awesome Face.."
Both hands grasping the microphone, raising high above her head, then drove it down, staked center chest!
Impact bringing out a flinching spasm from Cammrack, "Guh!" Emiko leans down to the mic, firmly applying pressure into his sternum.
"No more."
"S-stop.." cried Caleb as he feebly struggled against the arms of his wannabe coroner and after squirming a bit more, he successfully manages to shake off the makeshift mic knife! Sitting up, in a panic, quickly shoving her off, he turns away in a pathetic crawl! Couldn't blame him, as he just began to struggle in gathering his bearings, meanwhile the masked stalker slowly picked herself up to a standing, having no sense of urgency in her movements.
"Where are you going, 'Common' Caleb Cammrack?" She questioned.
On knee, Cammrack discovered the line of blood that drew down his face, though things were still fuzzy, the mockery registered, and anger srpung.
Sone gave him a distraction, turning her head to face the fallen championship belt and made a turn to step toward it, only to be plowed down with a sluggish Spear!
Still groggy, it took Caleb a few seconds to raise off his masked enemy, roles reversed now, it was he, that saddled her, be it her hips. "Got you now, you dumb cow!"
Thup! Thup! he further tenderized her torso with wide swings! It took a few hits for her to scrunch in protective elbows. "You think that's saves you? No one's saving you!"
And a few more to catch an arm, pull him in for a hand, her hand, shooting up, depriving her prey of oxygen by way of Mandible Claw!
Enduring more blows to one spot now, Emiko fiercely hung on!
Through his fading of weaker throws, through his limp arm, and even so to his falling away, once again laying unconscious upon steel.
Even so, she held on, until Mike the assigned Referee over XLL FIGHT! Championship belt, was pushing the title into her chest! "Get off! Off! You won! You won!"
As if broken from a trance, she slowly withdrew her hands and hesitantly took the strap.
DKT! DKT! DKT! DKT! DKT!
DKT! DKT! DKT! DKT! DKT!
"Hailing from Awesome City, in the State of Awesomeness!
Coming in at an overpowering.. sixfoottwo, twohundredfortyfivepounds.
And! Your new! EX-EL-EL! FIGHT! Champion!!
He is... AWWWW-SOOOOOME! CAY-YAY-LUB!!"
DKT! DKT! DKT! DKT! DKT!
DKT! DKT! DKT! DKT! DKT!
Mississippi Queen!
If you know what I mean!
Mississippi Queen!
She taught me everything!
Way down around Vicksburg!
Around Louisiana Way!
Lived a Cajun Lady!
We called her Mississippi Queen!
'Awesome' Caleb Cammrack stepped out on stage with the XLL FIGHT! Championship belt taut by the straps, above head.
A wide proud smile stretched his face! Stopping middle stage, posing prominently with his newly won belt. And what's this?
You know she was a dancer!
She moved better on wine, while the rest of them dudes was a-gettin' their kicks!
Buddy, beg your pardon, I was getting mine!
It's Emiko Sone stalking close behind Cammrack!
Dropping to a knee, she gifted Caleb a bicep bump to the sack on cue with his single fire of pyrotechnic that shot out from behind them!
Mississippi Queen!
If you know what I mean!
Caleb's song cut, dropping his championship, along with his oh so proud smile of his.
Now expressing a classic '0' face, and that certainly isn't awesome.
In tip toed baby steps, he gave it all to stay standing, with hands on his thighs.
Emiko followed it up with a quick step momentum into her Scissor's Kick!
Head cracking into the steel stage grate, Caleb conceded to a nap, while his assailant pulled a mic out from her snug long sleeve glove, as she returned to her feet.
Taking an extended step back, with a knee forward, she throws her head back..
"Waaaaaaaaann-tooooon!"
Pausing, Sone looks down at The, once, Awesome One, and finishing with a vile disdain in her voice.
"Fox."
Stepping up beside, she took a knee, shoving Caleb over on his back.
Emiko takes a stance over his torso.
"You are.."
Sits to a saddle his abdomen.
"Awesome Face.."
Both hands grasping the microphone, raising high above her head, then drove it down, staked center chest!
Impact bringing out a flinching spasm from Cammrack, "Guh!" Emiko leans down to the mic, firmly applying pressure into his sternum.
"No more."
"S-stop.." cried Caleb as he feebly struggled against the arms of his wannabe coroner and after squirming a bit more, he successfully manages to shake off the makeshift mic knife! Sitting up, in a panic, quickly shoving her off, he turns away in a pathetic crawl! Couldn't blame him, as he just began to struggle in gathering his bearings, meanwhile the masked stalker slowly picked herself up to a standing, having no sense of urgency in her movements.
"Where are you going, 'Common' Caleb Cammrack?" She questioned.
On knee, Cammrack discovered the line of blood that drew down his face, though things were still fuzzy, the mockery registered, and anger srpung.
Sone gave him a distraction, turning her head to face the fallen championship belt and made a turn to step toward it, only to be plowed down with a sluggish Spear!
Still groggy, it took Caleb a few seconds to raise off his masked enemy, roles reversed now, it was he, that saddled her, be it her hips. "Got you now, you dumb cow!"
Thup! Thup! he further tenderized her torso with wide swings! It took a few hits for her to scrunch in protective elbows. "You think that's saves you? No one's saving you!"
And a few more to catch an arm, pull him in for a hand, her hand, shooting up, depriving her prey of oxygen by way of Mandible Claw!
Enduring more blows to one spot now, Emiko fiercely hung on!
Through his fading of weaker throws, through his limp arm, and even so to his falling away, once again laying unconscious upon steel.
Even so, she held on, until Mike the assigned Referee over XLL FIGHT! Championship belt, was pushing the title into her chest! "Get off! Off! You won! You won!"
As if broken from a trance, she slowly withdrew her hands and hesitantly took the strap.
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