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 Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2023 3:11 pm
19th June - 2nd July
One Day Auto-Hit
The following match is a Hardcore Pool Cue On A Pole Match.
Whoever grabs the Pool Cue and uses it to successfully attack their opponent will be declared the winner!
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2023 6:38 am
The house lights turned off as the staff and WWFG ring crew was finishing up the ring setting. On two opposite corners of the ring were two giant 8 foot tall poles, standing on top of the turnbuckles. Nestled at the top of each was a weapon. One had a pair of Brass Knuckles, and the other was a pool stick, strapped with some weak tape. It was a sight, one that spoke to 1990's TNT wrestling, the glory days of Russo. The crowd was ready to party as what they were about to see seemed to be perfect for a spectacle.I'm a really big deal when I come to Brazil
I'm a really big deal when I come to Brazil
Live a rockstar life in my house on the hills
I'm a really big deal when I come to BrazilPurple! Pink! White! The Robe Pointe lights hanging from the sky truss strobed rapidly as Come 2 Brazil by Alice Longyu erupted from the speakers. Then Immediately 6 back up dancers ran out on to the stage, twerking and throwing it back. Quick gyrations were coming from all directions as 3 pops of purple smoke shot up from the center of the stage as Portia Portania ran out, joining the dancers in their twerking. Purple and Pink lights strobed through the arena as the crowd couldn't help but shake that a** with Portia. She was wearing short black shorts and fish nets as her boots had fluff around the top. On her head was a nelly style bandaid. Portia licked her fingers as she touched the band aid. Fire works popping off at the exact moment as the audience was ABOUT IT! Rosario wheeled out in a wheelchair, also bandaged up. He needed to save his energy but he had style as he was wearing a white fur coat. His wheel chair was being pushed by another backup dancer, wearing similar clothes to Portia, just a lot less stylish. “From Brazil! The Portugese Princess! The Puta Predator! Portia Portania!”I'm a b***h, I'm a star, drive a really big car
Go to a really big house with a really big yard
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s a private jet
I wear Louis V. suits to the CVSRosario rolled up to the ring apron where he stretched his arms behind his head. His goal was just to make sure Portia had some real motivational speeches to give support. This was all her. And luckily with that pool stick being so far up, he was safe as well.
Portia on the other hand was a star. She slapped everyone's hands as she rolled quickly into the ring. Listen she knew she could rub people the wrong way, but she just wanted to party. She put her feet on the ropes as she threw up a peace sign, sticking her tongue out simultaneously as a set of ring fire works went off.
The music died down as Portia awaited her dance partner. Portia motioned to the dancer that pushed Rosario to hand her something. And she did! right from behind the wheel chair the dancer pulled out a leather jacket! Very Punk! Portia grabbed it from the woman as she slipped it on, it was time to get crazy!
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2023 11:25 am
Light as a feather, stiff as a board
Light as a feather, stiff as a board There was the sound of a school bell before the music of Comin' For You by Knee High Fox started to blare out of the speakers and the lights in the arena turned blue, pink, and green. Christina stepped out onto the stage with a swagger to her step. She was clad in her usual battle attire. Tattered and patched jeans. Combat boots. A bandana on her head holding down the cascade of dark crimson hair. She strutted out to the center of the ring and opened her leather jacket to show the white tank top underneath and the 1-0 that was written on the front in Sharpie. After letting the camera and the crowd get a good look at her tank top, she looked behind her and gestured for someone to come out. Behind her, Skeezy Steve emerged, pushing a shopping cart with a wide array of objects. On the front of the cart was a sign labeling it "Christina's Cart of Crazy". With Steve out, the pair started to make their way down the ramp. Spit at me, turn your back
I’m the weirdo dressed in black
Judge me hard or hold a grudge
You think that I’m not strong enough
Black makeup, full of scars
Smell of wicker on my arms
Tell some lies, find out the true
Imagine what I’ll do to you!
I’m the Devil’s little sister
I’m a death, I’m an escape
Oh Lord, be careful what you wish for
I’m the reason you’re afraid At the bottom of the ramp, Christina stepped to the side so that Steve could walk up beside her. She looked into the cart for a moment, then up to her opponent, and finally to the pole that her pool cue was attached to. She leaned in and wrapped an arm around Skeezy Steve who was dressed in a set of clothes near identical to Christina's. The only noticeable differences was that his hair were in liberty spikes, the lack of a sharpie drawing on his tank top, and the lack of a black bra strap peering from underneath his white tank top. For a moment, she whispered something to him, pointing at the objects in the cart and then pointing to what would be her corner of the ring. He gave an obedient nod and started to push the cart to the right area as Christina raced forward and slid in under the bottom rope. We got the rage
We got the freaks
We got the spells
To put you underneath
We got the pain
You know we do
We got the cure
And we’re comin’, comin’, comin’ for you
Comin’, comin’
Comin’ for you
Comin’, comin’
Comin’ for you Christina rose in the ring and danced around it, partially headbanging as she went and jammed out to her music. She didn't have her cue to air guitar with but that didn't stop her from having a rowdy time as she made a couple laps inside the ring. She eventually settled in her corner and leaned back against it, smiling wide at her opponent. Her eyes bounced to where Rosario was lurking for a moment. Long enough for Christina to shoot him a wink. Then she was looking back at Portia and blowing her a kiss. Maybe you’re afraid about
The ouija board that spat you out
Wreck the halls, waste myself
Judgin’ me for what I wear
Hate the strange, fear the weak
Oh, my difference—a disease
In a circle, bareless night
You better run for you life As her music died down and the bell rang, Christina walked to the center of the ring and looked from pole to pole. Then as she looked back to Portia, she opened her arms as if to welcome Portia into another hug.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2023 11:30 am
Portia saw the dancing and knew she had to jest back. Christina's arms were wide open as Portia threw her hips to the left before throwing her hips to the right. She spun out, crossing her heels before the spin, and stopped facing Christina. BUT she didn't accept the hug, they were beyond hugs. Portia went to BOOP the punk rockers nose, sticking out her own tongue in response. A bit of sweetness before the blood and a call back if nothing else.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2023 11:58 am
Christina was booped and backed up a step. She pointed at Portia in a "you got me" manner. Then with a grin, she would race toward the pole that was holding the brass knuckles in an early attempt to get an edge.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2023 12:03 pm
Portia looked as the punk ran, but it wasn't away, it was for the shiny object on top of the pole. The knuckles! Oh No. The Portugese Princess chased the Punk as she went to grab hold of the t shirt to pull her away from the turnbuckle and pole!
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2023 12:17 pm
Christina got to the turnbuckle but was stopped as her shirt was grabbed. She reached and reached but the other woman prevented her from actually getting too high. Out of frustration, she would look over her shoulder and attempt to kick Portia away from her.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2023 12:22 pm
Portia was kicked away, rolling backwards doing a little flip. Motivation was in her eyes though as she ran back towards the corner.
This time though she would jump onto the second rope, looking to spring board up and send her self flying into the pole in the corner. The crowd popped it's loudest pop of the night as the Brazilian was flying through the air.
Portia's hands gripped around the pole, sliding and slipping to the backside of the turnbuckle. She kept her balance but the landing was very sloppy as she had top use all of her focus not to fall, there was surely enough room for both women on this pole right?
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2023 1:12 pm
Christina watched as Portia managed to get onto the other side of pole. She nodded in appreciation for the talent. But she had to act quick, so she would try to grab Portia's wrist and yank her forward in an attempt to bang her head off the pole.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2023 1:28 pm
Whack
Her head met the pole as the crowd gasped. The head was a weak spot for Portia as this caused her to lose grip. She slipped down, her buttocks catching the turnbuckle and stopping the fall. That was going to hurt in the morning, tailbone pain was no joke.
But currently the only sun she could see was Christinas as she was now eye leve with the punks groin. She would go for a quick t**t swat at the punk attempting to catch her off gaurd!
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2023 1:35 pm
The move hit and Portia dropped a bit. This was her chance. Christina made a reach for the brass knuckles again and was hit in the groin. She let out a groan and dropped down. She managed to not fall completely, instead, she backed up and just dropped down onto her feet before leaning in the corner and holding her groin as she let out pained breaths.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2023 2:26 pm
Portia watch Ms. Sparks drop down, taking a second to rest. The Groin shot worked! Rosario was right, always go where it hurts!
Portia still held on tight to the pole as she positioned again to her feet. But instead of going for the knuckles just a mere foot or two away portia gripped the pole with both hands. She shook her tush before doing a stripper spin around the pole, really showing it all to the crowd. The crowd ate it up as she was a good distance up and Christina was directly below her. Then she did it...
Portia let go, looking to fall down on Christina with a Back Body Stripper Senton!
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2023 2:51 pm
Just as when Christina thought that she was ready to climb up to the pole again, she looked up and was taken down as Portia collided into her and sent her into the mat.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2023 3:06 pm
Portia also fell to the mat, but her landing was more face first as she dropped a good 6 feet. She let out a small grunt as she rolled over to her back, trying to take a second to recover properly. It was a big move but it was a high risk move as well, a bit more then a slap.
"Holy s**t! Holy s**t! Holy s**t!" The fans began to chant softly, it was still early but damn!
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2023 4:12 pm
"Let's go, Christina," Skeezy Steve yelled as he pounded on the mat. Christina coughed and rolled to her side. She gestured toward him and he immediately started to dig into the cart to get something ready for her. As he looked for the proper weapon, Christina started to slowly get to her feet.
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