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 Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2025 1:05 pm
3rd February 2025 - 23rd February 2025
One Day Auto-Hit or Auto-Recover
The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WWFG World Heavyweight Championship!
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2025 3:44 pm
The arena goes dark with the screen showing the Eclipse sitting back in a chair within his room of chains. Links of chains were in his hands as he was tossing them to a table, an occasional clatter from them hitting and falling to the floor. Echos of 'limitless' filled the room. Up until the voice of the Eclipse would speak those words, only for Lunar to stand leaned down at the side of the Lotus, staring him down with widened eyes. "You heard him..." Lunar spoke before vanishing as another toss of a link would hit the table and slide off. "I could go on and speak my own proofs, my viability. I could tell you just how far I've gone, but it's all etched in the WWFG's history. What isn't etched in history is an unknown factor that you just added in. Before, I only had my brother here by my side to figh with me and to stand against. Now, I have innocence on my hands... What am I willing to do?... What am I willing to do..." A pause before he would suddenly toss the remaining links away as he shot up to his feet, grabbing to the camera, a sudden rage being released. "I never knew what it was I would do until you shoved it in my face! My family, my kid! You wanna drag them to hell with us?! My wife will have no issues in fighting alongside for the ride, but you put in my little one? Seems you just found me a new reason to dig into that madness." He spoke with the shift of the blue Lotus turning back to the Red Lunar. "The Blood Moon rises, again. Consider this a Bad Omen for you ~... Indianapolis, Indiana... My Hoosiers... My home...I'm here," the screen would completely glitch with the laughter of Moxcy echoing out throughout the arena. Blood Moon RIsing would hit the stage following the sound of laughter. Stepping onto the stage with arms extended out and a couple of twirls in a slow paced motion would be the form of the Lunar Eclipse. The challenger for the title had claimed to have dug into that madness of his to bring forth the Blood Moon once more. In this case, he had done so all on the notion of his family, his kid, being involved. The man that claimed to hold no limits, to be the enduring beast, had took the stage under the moniker of a lunatic that feeds off violence, off pain, off another's own madness. The Lunar Eclipse was here and the roar of the hometown crowd was letting him know. Deafening crowds with the living legend moving toward the stage, one arm hidden away by the cloak as he marched ahead. Sliding into the ring, he would unbutton the cloak from the side of his head and neck before tossing it off to the side, revealing the chain of fate along his neck. Two red links now entwined at the end, he would remove the chain from his being as well before running over to the turnbuckle, leaping to the second rope and throwing up his cross pose for his audience. Words that left him echoed into the night as the 'Eclipse Rising was here for them and with Chaos to ensure," he called out before leaping down from the ropes and placing himself in the center of the ring, a red light washing over him along with the red moon placed upon the ring canvas. The Eclipse has indeed returned home as he remained in place despite the arena resetting and returning to normal. Eyes locked on toward the entry way... knowing hell was upon him.
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2025 5:45 am
The arena lights flicker, casting an eerie glow over the audience as the sound of thunder rumbles through the speakers. A hush falls over the crowd as a sinister presence begins to build at the entrance ramp.
Welcome back
Lotus
The tension grows as the darkness spreads across the arena like a tidal wave, swallowing every inch of light. The very air feels thick with anticipation, and a strange chill runs through the crowd as the haunting melody of "If Rain is What You Want" by Slipknot slowly rises from the abyss. The distorted guitars cut through the fog like claws scraping against metal, and the chaos of the song brings with it the sense of impending destruction.
From the deepest shadows, a shape emerges, colossal and foreboding. The ramp is consumed by a thick black smoke that stretches far beyond what the human eye can follow, as if the very stage is being consumed by darkness itself. Emerging from that abyss, Omen—World Heavyweight Champion—steps into view.
The Freak, a towering figure draped in black leather and adorned with metallic studs, strides forward with a chilling calmness. The World Heavyweight Championship belt is draped across his broad, monstrous shoulders—cloaked in black rags, its once-golden shine now tarnished by dark, creeping tendrils of corruption. The belt itself seems like an object of twisted power, marked by his reign as a tyrant, crowned by a bloody, jagged coronet perched atop his disfigured skull.
His eyes, cold and unfeeling, scan the arena—brows furrowed as if daring anyone to challenge him. A crown of twisted iron rests atop his brow, blood dripping from its edges like a symbol of his unyielding rule. His breath, heavy with malice, echoes in the building, and the crowd shudders at the primal force this man represents.
“Introducing at this time... Weighing in at 374 lbs… From Parts Unknown… He is your World Heavyweight Champion… OMEN!”
The lights flash as the Freak makes his slow, deliberate march toward the ring. The floor beneath him seems to tremble under his massive weight. He pays no mind to the jeers or the cheers—his eyes locked on the ring as his footfalls are the only sound that matters.
He reaches ringside, and in the distance, his opponent, Lunar Eclipse, stands unwavering, eyes filled with determination—but even that can't mask the fact that he faces something far beyond his understanding. For a fleeting moment, Omen's gaze locks with his challenger, the dark promise of destruction hanging in the air. The ground itself seems to buckle beneath the weight of this encounter.
Without a word, Omen shifts his gaze to the left, and with monstrous steps, climbs the steel stairs. The crowd roars as he walks along the apron, every movement deliberate, a statement that he is in control, that this war has already been won in his mind.
With one final look at his opponent, Omen enters the ring, his massive frame crossing the threshold like a tidal wave crashing upon the shore. As he steps over the top rope, the crowd’s roar is drowned out by the blood-curdling screech of Slipknot's guitar riff.
The fans know what’s coming—this is not a match. This is a war. The stakes are higher than any of them can fathom. Two titans, each bent on breaking the other in ways that will never be forgotten.
The beasts were out. The war is set, and there’s no turning back.
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2025 1:33 pm
An entrance to behold as the Eclipse would move himself away from the center and be up to his feet against the ropes. There would be no denying that the Lunar had no idea what he had gotten himself into, but he held a history over bad decisions and creating a mess of things. He had done so back in his wild days in the beginning, and he still did so as Lotus and Lunar. The irony of being a guardian when it is he that caused plenty of messes.
A heavy opponent, a beast of a beast. He had dug himself quite a hole in this challenge but there were goals before him. To curse a beast back into the depths, GBL would step forth with his colors of red and white, awaiting for Omen with one hand behind his back and the other extended forward, his offer for this dance of hell.
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2025 4:56 pm
Omen stood tall, the official standing between the two men as Lotus would extend his hand.
The Freak would extend his hand out to meet his opponent. Gripping his opponents hand to just give a small taste of what he was exactly confronting.
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2025 6:02 pm
That grip was enough to remind him of monster’s past. No doubt he was in for a beat down, yet he wasn’t the type to hesitate to jump into the fire. As Omen gave a taste of his strength, the Eclipse would show a taste of his own, given his strength wasn’t power but his mind. With the grip, he’d return it with a leap up to coil and wrap around the arm with a flying amber. Not ideal for his own safety, but it was the lengths he’d go to claim his throne.
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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2025 10:44 am
The Lotus began to climb the massive force in front of him, grabbing and clinging to the arm. trying to force the arm back and squeeze the arm out of place. The Champion would not allow this to continue as he would begin to walk backwards, looking to slam his opponent back into the turnbuckle.
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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2025 11:39 am
Back meets turnbuckle. Being swung into the corner, he’d find himself holding tighter to the limb for a brief moment from impact, but he’d release as he would catch a rope with his body coming down to the ring mat. Not the worst outcome that could had happened, and it showed with the grin on GBL’s face.
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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2025 5:09 pm
Omen would back away from the ropes after relieving the weight off his arm. Turning to see the mad man smiling. Not what he expected going into this, but he understood where Lotus came from as well. Omen would once again approach the ropes at a walking pace, reaching his hands out as if to reach and grab his opponent.
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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2025 7:36 pm
He already knew what would happen if he was caught by a bigger soul than him. Already had he felt overwhelming power by size, alone. Getting caught meant he’d be handled and tossed around like no one’s business. Sure, it’d make a great spectacle. As Omen neared, GBL would take a shot as he stepped forward with a half spin to try and hit a back elbow into the stomach and ribs of Omen. He may not be able to aim for the head effectively, so a work around was needed.
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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2025 7:56 pm
The strike connected from the smaller opponent, causing Omen to give out a groan. But he would look to once more reach for his opponent, whether it was cloth or flesh.
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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2025 7:58 pm
A strike with an elbow would hit but a hand would be on the collar of his shirt of choice. Glancing behind him, a face that can only show an expression that one can fit two words in rather well ‘Well…. s**t.’
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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2025 8:03 pm
The fans would begin to boo after the large man ate the nasty elbow that would leave most men stunned and stumbling.
But Omen would move forward and now have Lotus in a compromised position. With GBL nowhere to go, it seems Omen would pull a little offensive maneuver from a well known irish man as he began to play the 10 Beats of the Bodhrán. Massive clubs aimed for deep inside the chest of his opponent.
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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2025 8:22 pm
Clubbing blows against his chest, indeed the Eclipse had no where to go. The hometown lunatic was caught taking the shots. By the time the ten shots were done, his knees seemed uneasy for a moment but the Eclipse would balance himself back up to show a bit of his defiance. Still caught by the bigger foe, he’d turn his head to look up at the man, the Lunar smile in place as he motioned with a hand to bring it. He’d even state the words ‘Come on.’ A death sentence to probably most people.
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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2025 11:47 pm
There was what he wanted to see. Showcasing his strength regardless of how much he was getting hurt. But the man was smiling still, so obviously Omen had work to do.
Omen would throw an uppercut aimed at the head of the man. Looking to send his opponents skull into the top of the stands.
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