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 Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 7:54 pm
"The following contest is the Three Stages of Hell Match! The first fall will be a Submissions match. The Second Fall, for Desciple's Mask, will be a Falls Count Anywhere Match. And the 3rd fall, which if necessary will be for the World Heavyweight Title, will be a ladder match! Introducing first, the challenger..."
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 9:28 pm
The crowd knew exactly who the challanger was and then went into a uproar for him.
All rise...
The Faithful rose to their feet, in respect of Disciple. Just the 'The Mountain' by DevilDriver hit the PA, and the lights dimmed to a darkred. And smoke covered the floor of the stage, and ramp. The lights began to flash white and darkred, as the heavy drum beats boomed the PA system. Disciple then made his appearance. He walked from behidn teh curtain with a confident attitude. He stopped and held his fists side to side out in front of him, for just a moment before ripping them apart, as two huge red pyros erupted on the side of the stage. Disciple then began his dominating march to the ring. He tagged alot of the fan's hands as he made his way down the ramp. The crowd was roaring for the challanger. Disciple walked over the steps, and hopped on his feet for a moment before rushing up the steel steps, and across the apron. He swung one foot in after another. Disciple then struted over the far right turnbuckle and climbed it. He kept hold of the ropes, as he kept his head down for alittle bit. But just as the music kicked back up a notch, Disciple raised his head, and put his fists side to side once again, pulling them apart once more. As he did so the lights returned back to normal. He hopped from the turnbuckle and landed in the far right corner, hopping from foot to foot, getting ready for the match. Disciple knew he had one hell of a match in just a few moments, so he had to get into focus as much as possible.
Disciple then turned around and rested his arms on the ropes, and let his head down. He buried his head in the top turnbuckle as he braced for the impact of the match.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 9:42 pm
Can You Hear Me...?
Can You Feel Me In Your Arms!http://youtube.com/watch?v=lM0scJvxtekVoices Of Victory All Shout And Proclaim
The Kingdom Of Glory Is Mine
The Rays Of The Will Are A Prophecy Filled
I’m The Lord Of The Day And The Night
I’ve Nothing To Sell But The Power Of Hell
My Armies Of Fire Await
I’m Here To Be Paid For The Pact That Was Made
My Payment Can Never Be LateThe unfamiliar music was met with a new lighting system, in sync with its flashing as it was with the background guitar, but still flashing the same golden, red and gray lights. The World Heavyweight Champion came out onto the stage amongst the sea of groans and boo's as his music played into the arena and he smirked. He held the World Heavyweight Championship in one arm and the Mask of Desciple in the other, like he had the night after he'd banished Desciple the first time. He walked out onto the top of the ramp.Crack The Earth Gods Of Thunder
Man And Beast Will Be Torn Asunder
Into The Fight
I Own The Right
To Be The King Of KingsKing hit his pose, first holding the World Title to his side and the Mask of Desciple high into the air to recieve a new whitewash of boos. He laughed to himself, and while he hit this first pose, A rain of sparklets came falling down from the rafters behind him that stopped as he slowly let his arm fall to his side. He then repeated the pose, excpet this time he lifted up his arm holding the World Title, which gleamed in the lights that reflected on it. Behind him, a new set of sparks erupted from below the stage, rushing up behind him. He basked in this glory for a minute, before lowering the title.My Enemies Rise And Look To The Skies
They Pray I Will Never Appear
Their Life Has No Meaning
Awake They Are Dreaming
They Live In A Castle Of Fear
I Summon The Demons That Live In The Wind
As My Chariot Drives In The Storm
With The Hot Blood Of Battle
I Wait In My Saddle
I Live And I’ll Die By The Sword2.0 walked down the ramp with a gloat, letting the belt hang at his side, dragging the black strap of it on the ramp, while he hooked the mask in his fingers to restrict it from falling. He harrassed some of the ringside fans with his words as he slid both items into the ring, shortly following them in, no fear being felt from being in the ring with his contender. He smirked up at the tall monster, picking up the items as he got to one knee. He threw Desciple's mask at his feet as a pity gift. "You can where that when you lose it right back to me." 2.0 shouted at him with a smirk, taking the title with him to the top turnbuckle.Crack The Earth Gods Of Thunder
Man And Beast Will Be Torn Asunder
Into The Fight
I Own The Right
To Be The King Of Kings2.0 lifted the title high into the air by the black straps with both arms, letting the boo's get to him as the fuel that would bring him through this title defence and straight on to Wrestlemania. He hopped down from the ropes, passing the Monster again, and walked onto the ropes looking at the camera. He held himself up with one hand and then lifted the title into the air with the other. He let the ref take the belt at this time to hang it above the ring, on the off chance that they were going to the 3rd fall in this match. He paced on his side of the ring, wiping the hair from his face, when the bell for the first fall was called, the World Title still being raised into the rafters.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 9:12 am
Disciple felt his odl mask hit his heels. He turned around with a face of guilt and hatred stareing down the Champ. Disciple stood in his corner as he watched the brash Kelly King pace from side to side as he heared the bell ring. Disciple then walked to middle taunting King to come.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 9:56 am
2.0 was already talking trash as he approached the middle of the ring with the monster, not letting his rival intimidate him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 12:29 pm
When King approached Disciple went on the attack. He went for a knee, & clubbing combination.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 9:49 pm
2.0 was insulting the crowd at that moment, and started to get hit.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 10:37 pm
Disciple went for one final knee, hoping to whip King onto his back.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 8:40 am
King hit his back in pain, trying to get up to his feet.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 3:57 pm
Disciple then went for a series of dropping elbows. Aimming right for King's sternum.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 7:32 pm
King felt a few of the elbows hit and gasped in pain for air.
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 6:25 pm
Disciple then went to drag King back to his feet, with the help of King's own hair. Disciple would then go for a powerful bodyslam.
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 6:27 pm
King arched off the mat in pain as the bodyslam connected.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 7:35 pm
Disciple went for a flurry of stomps, and kicks to King's ribs, gut, and chest.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 7:49 pm
2.0 only took a few of those hits before rolling out of the ring.
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