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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 5:13 pm
Look into my eyes, what do you see? Cult of personality I know your anger, I know your dreams Ive been everything you want to be Im the cult of personality Like mussolini and kennedy Im the cult of personality
The fans looked down to the ramp to see who's song was playing. They soon saw a young man walk out with short, spiked brown hair wearing black tights. They could tell by the way he walked down to the ring he was arrogant. None of them knew just how arrogant however, perhaps they'd find out throughout the course of the match. Matt walked up the steps and hoped over the top ropes, walking around the ring like he owned it. He leaned against the back ropes as "Cult of Personality" ended
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 5:33 pm
'Fresh to Death, Nothing More, Nothing Less' The crowd popped with a loud mixed reaction as the theme hit. Kid Fresh stepped out onto the stage wearing blue jeans with the words 'Fresh' written down one side and 'Icon' down the other. He was also sporting an 'X-Rated' t-shirt and a 'Notorious' arm-band. He was followed onto the stage by his personal ring announcer; Viktor Hassid Sanders, commonly known as VHS.
VHS got onto the apron first and held the ropes open for Fresh as he slid in. Fresh motioned for his opponent to wait until after his introduction.
"Ladies and Gentlemen!" VHS began "Introducing to you, standing to my left! He weighs in tonight at a LEAN, MEAN, and not at all OBSCENE 220lb's!" Fresh held up an arm "He hails from the MEAN STREETS of HILO, HAWAII!" the crowd booed "He is the Notorious K-I-D, the World-Wide Icon, Star of last summers smash hit movie, Grease 3! and the 50 TIME Texan WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! This is the winner of the match! KID FRESH!" Kid Fresh jumped up on a turnbuckle taunting the crowd as VHS slipped out of the ring.
Fresh hopped down ready for action as the bell tolled.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 5:37 pm
Matt feigned a yawn and walked up to VHS. He went to smack him, but held his hand back a few inches. "Get the hell outta my ring" Matt was actually glaring at Fresh, not putting him past something dirty.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 5:41 pm
Fresh did a little jig before struttin' over to Matt. He held out a hand trying to lure him in for a test of strength. Fresh had an overly cocky look on his face.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 5:43 pm
Matt, not particularaly strong in his upperbody knew he had to out-speed Fresh. Stone tried to catch Fresh early offguard, going for a quick armdrag.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 5:49 pm
The maneuver connected, Fresh was thrown head over heels. He snapped to a knee shocked and embarrassed that he was taken down that easily.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 5:49 pm
Matt smirked, mimicing Fresh's jig.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 5:56 pm
Fresh slowly got to his feet. He fumed with anger as he saw the mimicking, he charged forward for a clothesline.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 5:58 pm
Matt looked over, but was unable to avoid and was taken down by the clothesline, landing on his neck and falling over so he was on his stomach.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 6:01 pm
Fresh moved quickly, dropping into a Greaser Crossface (chickenwing crossface) attempt, the crowd booed the maneuver.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 6:05 pm
Matt was being put in the hold, but tried to counter with some elbows.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 11:19 pm
Fresh was battled off by the barrage of elbows, he quickly released the hold and attempted to roll towards Matt's lower regions to apply a grapevine ankle lock.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 3:01 am
Matt, feeling his own hold being applied, quickly pushed himself up with his arms trying to whip Fresh towards the ropes.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 3:43 pm
Fresh is thrown forward, coming to rest against the middle roap, he leaned their for a moment before starting to right himself.
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