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 Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 7:38 pm
Hardcore Match
Introducing first...
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 3:33 am
Heart Shaped Box by Nirvana plays
Freakshow is seen on the ramp with a shopping cart filled with weapons, he grins wildly and starts pushing it down the ramp. He gets to ring side and puts a bag near the steps, the bag was moveing. Freak knew who he was faceing so he had to pull out all stops. His only advantage was that it was hardcore but it was an advantage for Freakshow. Freakshow didnt have the best win loss record so he was a bit emotionless going into the match.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 7:30 pm
The lights dim as <******** the World begins playing throughout the arena. The fans immediately begin to boo as the song plays through the ******** you. ******** me. ******** us. <******** Tom. ******** Mary. ******** Gus. <******** Darius. <******** the west coast and ******** everybody on the east.
Eat s**t and die or ******** off at least. <******** pre-schoolers. ******** rulers. Kings and queens and gold jewelers; <******** wine coolers. <******** chickens. ******** ducks.
Everybody in your crew sucks - punk mother ********.
As the verse begins, Mad Dog appears on stage. He has his signature staple in one hand and has his own stash of weapons inside a trash can in his other hand. There is a visible bulge in his shirt pocket as Mad Dog grins evilly at the hardcore stipulation.
Mad Dog begins dragging the can down the ramp with one hand as the dull scraping sound follows him. Mad Dog stops, leaning on the guard rail, chatting to fans as he staples his hands. The fans immediately shy back, expecting something from Mad Dog. Instead, Mad Dog calmy leans on the rail and continues stapling until his hand wraps are good and soaked. He smiles and motions for the fans to come closer. As soon as one does he pulls him close by the collar and begins biting the forehead as the rest of the fans scream and shy back again. Security separates the two as Mad Dog spits and grins before continuing to the ring.
Mad Dog stops before the ring and surveys the booing audience before setting the trash can down in front of the ring. Nodding his head to the music, he takes a walk around the outside of the ring, glaring down fans and talking s**t. On the other side of the ring, he hops on the apron and climbs the outside of the turnbuckle. Squeezing his bloody hand wraps, he flicks his bloody hands onto the fans. As the music continues, Mad Dog reaches into his shirt pocket and pulls out two blood bags. He bites the tops off and slams them together overhead as blood splatters all over himself, the fans, and the ring.
Commentary - It looks like Mad Dog took a trip to the blood bank tonight. Now that's just gross and unnecessary!
Tossing the half full bags into the audience and spilling blood onto fans, he climbs back down and walks to the front of the ring near the ramp again. Standing next to the trashcan, he grabs a mic and makes a cut throat motion as the music immediately stops. He raises the microphone to speak.
"PAW, your hardcore Messiah!"
The audience boos as Mad Dog smiles, soaking it up.
"You know, I've seen Freakshow around and I've got to say I'm damn well looking forward to this. It's a perfect warmup for my Crimson King title match that I'll recieve for beating Jinx. So Freakshow, I'm glad you came. I'm overjoyed that you came. And you know, it takes two to dance but there's infinite possibilities for the dance itself!"
Mad Dog holds his stapler overhead.
"I can punch some bloody holes in you..."
He begins rummaging through the can, pulling out a cheese grater.
"I can scrape off some skin and peel you like a potato as the raw flesh sags from the bone..."
He puts the stapler back inside and pulls out a kendo stick.
"I can beat you senseless; that's a trusty standby."
Mad Dog puts the kendo stick back inside and turns his head as he rummages, pulling out a randomly chosen weapon - a stop sign.
"Aww, sorry. That's just a promise I can't keep because there's no way I can stop the brutality until the Crimson King title is mine. So it's nothing personal, but I'm gonna have to shut you down tonight. Let's get the shindig started."
Mad Dog slides the staple gun into his boot and grabs a hold of the kendo stick before throwing the trashcan over the top rope and into the ring before sliding in, already bloody from self-stapling and exploding blood bags.
Mad Dog stretches his back on the top rope as he waits for the bell to ring, kendo stick in-hand.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 11:51 pm
Freak grabs the squirming, god knows whats inside it. He places it gingerly in the corner and grabs a noose and a fork. He slides into the ring grinning madly and looking at mad dog with a sick grin then looked at the bag, only Freak knew what was inside, it had nearly killed an opponent in the past. Freakshow charged in at Mad Dog attempting the plunge into his skin with the fork.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 1:21 pm
The fork breaks skin and stabs Mad Dog in the arm.
"The ********, pal!?" Mad Dog yells as he attempts to kick Freak back. If successful, he'll leap forward and attempt some to slam some staples into Freak's forehead.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 5:18 pm
The staple digs into Freaks skin. Freak is seen smileing a bit as he plying the staple out of his skin. While mad dog took the time to use the stapler, freak would try to stab Mad Dog at the same time he used the stapler.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 12:44 am
Mad Dog staples Freak but is stabbed as he jumps back, holding his stabbed stomach.
"Sunnuvabitch, sunnuvabitch, sunnuvabitch," Mad Dog exclaims, muttering to himself as blood begins trickling down his stomach.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 3:59 am
Freakshow holds his head in pain. But he was laughhing lightly as the blood went down his forehead. the fork that he lost grip of was outside of the ring but he was still carrieing the noose.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 3:28 pm
Mad Dog, being no stranger to the hardcore and deathmatch style, grabs the stop sign and turns to face Freak. Grabbing Freak by the wrist, he attempts to shoot him to the ropes and send him off to nail him with the sign when he returns.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 5:00 pm
The stop sign collided with Freaks face almost makeing him do a backflip but he lands on his neck. Blood pours down Freaks face.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 5:43 pm
Mad Dog leans over and attempts to pick Freak up by the hair. If successful, he will attempt to pull Freak's head down by the hair and hit it with a hard knee strike.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 2:49 am
Freak fell back, keeping a tight grip on the noose he rolled out the ring and felt that he was bleeding. He got a sick sick grin on his face.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 1:46 pm
As Freak rolls to the outside, Mad Dog takes the opportunity to grab his back of thumbtacks out of the trash can and spread them around the center of the ring.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 4:32 am
Freak slid in with blood on the ring. He then in a fit of insanity tossed himself onto the tacks and laughed maniacally.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 11:59 am
Mad Dog shrugs and attempts to bring the trash can down on the head of Freak as he rolls in tacks.
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