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Post by Jake Diamond/Pavor Nocturnus on Aug 26, 2007 1:11:30 GMT -5
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All of ladders from the previous match are quickly cleaned up by a crew of stagehands, preparing for the next match. Jimmy Pate and Ray White ready their notes for the next match at hand as some of the stagehands grab tool kits from under the ring whilst others are passed trash cans filled to the rim with weapons, all of a blunt nature. The stagehands with tool kits work quickly as they untie all of the ring ropes attacked to the ring poles while the other members of the crew with the trash cans place a couple by random security barriers in random sections. The ring ropes fly off of the poles with a slingshot like motion and are hurriedly pulled from out of the ring and shoved under the ring apron. Four more trash cans are placed in the ring, each by one of the ring poles. In total, there are four trash cans filled with weapons inside of the ring while about six more stand in random locations around the ring and down the entrance ramp. The stagehands quickly leave the area as fast as they came and Lizzie Morna climbs into the ring, preparing to call the match. LM: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is for the Triumph title and is scheduled as a Second City Street Fight where there are no pinfalls and no submissions and the only way to beat your opponent is by keeping your opponent down on the ground, untouched, to the count of ten or until the referee declares a knock-out has occurred. The knock-out may occur anywhere and there are no disqualification with the exception of sharp and shattering weapons such as ice picks, hand sickles, barbed wire, and light tubes. Introducing first... If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one. [/color][/b][/i] "Points of Authority/ 99 Problems/ One Step Closer" by Jay-Z featuring Linkin Park blares over the loud speakers as half of the arena lights rotate throughout the audience and white lights flash rapidly and randomly from the titantron. The entrance tunnel completely with sparks as Jake's silhouette appears and a tremendous amount of boos and “You Suck!” chants begin to be heard from the audience. Jake bursts out of the tunnel wearing a pair of plain dark colored jeans and a plain black shirt, contrary to his usual black and white ring attire. The Triumph title rests gently across his waist over top of his tucked in shirt and jeans. He brushes his hair back with his hand and stares at the ring through his pair of Louis Vuttion shades with a crocodile smile. LM: He hails from the “Second City” Chicago, Illinois and weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifteen pounds; the current Triumph Champion, Jake “The Future” Diamond! JP: Welcome back, tonight we’re live from the Spokane Arena from Spokane, Washington for Summer Ritual. I would like to thank our sponsors Mountain Dew and Heresy’s Chocolate. Ray: Jimmy, this is a match I’ve been waiting all night for! Finally the long battle between Jake Diamond and Hyperion comes in at full swing! JP: In none other than one of Jake’s own personal and sick creations, the Second City Street Fight. In this type of match the most sadistic and demented will emerge victories and is guaranteed an excessive amount of spilt blood. Jake runs from one end of the entrance stage to the other, taunting the fans with a large grin on his face as he goes but after a few run downs he begins to make his way down the entrance ramp. He stops at roughly the middle of the entrance ramp and lowers his head for a brief moment before quickly stretching his arms out to his sides, forming a crucifix with his body. The quick gesture sends a huge, single explosion from both the titantron and the entrance stage. JP: I have to ask Ray, who do you think would have the edge in a match of this proportions? If you’re making your assumption on momentum I’d have to give it to Hyperion. Ray: Why Hyperion? Sure he may of won his match on Saturday Night Revelation but Jakey Pooh wasn’t the one who got the Riverside Dive through a limousine! JP: This has to be one of the few times I agree with you. When it comes down to who can brawl the longest without any regard to his opponents or his own body I would have to hand it to Jake Diamond. Ray: I’m already nervous for this bout and it already has match of the month written all over it! Jake stops at the foot of the ring and looks up at the ring with a large grin on his face, then at the audience who bombard him with mixed cheers and chants. He hops onto the ring apron then looks childishly at the missing ring ropes, impending an inevitable crash and burn. Jake does a Shawn Michaels' style of spin to the center of the ring before slowly bringing his hands straight up in the shape of a diamond before bringing it down sharply and swiftly into an old school crotch chop, igniting a single and large explosion from each turnbuckle in unison. He removes the Triumph title from his waist and kisses it before handing it off to the extremely nervous and agitated referee. Jake peers into the trash cans curiously, already beginning to make a game plan for the nights event as his music slowly begins to die down. He backs up to the middle of the ring and watches the entrance tunnel, both impatiently and anxiously, already prepared to get this match underway. JP: Jake Diamond looks more nervous than ever tonight, but it may all be a part of his game plan for all we know. Ray: Hey Jimmy I just thought of something, since this match doesn’t allow sharp objects would Jake be allowed to use his splitting maul? JP: Surprisingly, that’s a very good question Ray. To be honest I haven’t got a clue, he might be able to use the sledged edge but the axe section is definitely no-no. Ray: Oh that’s great then because if my little Jakey Pooh is able to hack up Hyperion like a sexy little lumberjack then maybe this match will be over quickly, letting me finish Sexy Jakey off myself, if you now what I mean... TBCB: Hyperion
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Post by Hyperion on Aug 26, 2007 6:23:43 GMT -5
The arena goes dark and Jake Diamond looks around for where Hyperion is going to come from. A voice is heard over the arena. [yellow]I'll put the GOD in your Second City[/yellow] Heads will Roll by Wicked Angel comes over the PA and the crowd start cheering as Hyperion steps out into a spotlight at the top of the ramp. Hyperion throws his hands in the air and is showered by yellow and green sparks from the ceiling. Hyperion runs over to the barrier and climbs into the crowd, a couple of fans lift him on their shoulders and they start to carry him slowly up into the crowd. JP: [green]Where the hell is Hyperion going? The match is happening in the ring. Well what Jake has left of it.[/green] Ray: [purple]Well actually Jimmy, the match can happen anywhere. I think Hyperion is hoping to take it out into the crowd.[/purple] Lizzie lifts the mic to her mouth as she looks up at Hyperion. LM: [red]And the Challenger hailing from East Rutherford, New Jersey. He weighs in at two hundred and fifty five pounds. He is one half of the Revelations Tag Team Champions, Hyperion.[/red] The crowd go crazy as the two big guys put Hyperion down up near the back of the crowd. Hyperion lifts a mic to his mouth. Hyperion: [yellow]So Jake, I can knock you out up here in the crowd if I want to?[/yellow] Jake walks to the edge of the ring base and gestures for Hyperion to get down to the ring. Hyperion laughs at Jake's frustration and starts walking slowly towards the ring picking up a few items as he heads down. Hyperion: [yellow]Well so I guess under your rules I can use my wrench.[/yellow] Hyperion picks up a chair and a fan hands him a bit of four by two. Hyperion: [yellow]And these two will be useful.[/yellow] Jake: [green]Stop wasting my time and get down here so I can kick your arse.[/green] Hyperion climbs over the barrier and starts to walk slowly towards the ring. He drops all the weapons he got on his way in with exception of his wrench, Hyperion gets close enough to the apron and swings his wrench knocking out Jake's knees. The ref signals for the bell as Jake jumps down on Hyperion. TBC Jake OOC: Good luck dude, sorry i didn't reply to your message, but I am looking forward to this match. And great work with the build up lets get into it. |
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Post by Jake Diamond/Pavor Nocturnus on Aug 27, 2007 20:11:49 GMT -5
Jake mounts himself on top of Hyperion off of the landing and completely bombards him with a barrage of left and right hooks, forcing Hyperion to drop the wrench and covering his head from the destructive blows. He doesn’t let up for a moment even as his knuckles begin to sting and mildly bleed from the impact off of Hyperion’s skull and arms. The referee comes over, already sick at the barrage of shots, and pulls Jake off of Hyperion who quickly cowers away against the security barrier. Jake wastes no time to use the rules to his advantage as he hops into the ring and pulls out a steel chain and a hub cap from one of the trash cans in the ring and tosses the cap at Hyperion like a Frisbee, nailing him at his upper left shoulder. Jake hops from out of the ring and wraps the chain around his fist as he stares down the self proclaimed God who looks around desperately for a way to recover early on. Hyperion pushes himself up to his feet with help from the security barrier and tries to reason with an extremely sadistic Jake Diamond who is approaching faster and faster. The Future takes a swing at Hyperion with the chain but it gets ducked under and is hit with a punch to his kidney for his troubles. Jake arches his back instantly from the impact of the punch, probably feeling it spread all up his spine, as Hyperion takes a quick peak around before tossing Jake over the security barrier with ease, dropping him back first onto the cold and hard pavement. Security pushes back excited fans, trying to make sure that none of them get in a cheap shot as Hyperion climbs over the security barrier, still not taking his eyes off of his opponent. Hyperion grabs Jake by his hair and pulls him up to his feet only to be hit with pure steel across his ribcage as Jake whips it around like a whip.
JP: Jake looks extremely at home in this match, not giving Hyperion a single chance for recovery.
Ray: Well would you think any less? Jake lived on the streets of Chicago and he invented the match, why wouldn’t he do it as incredible with equally as sexy results?
JP: There are so many mistakes in the statement I don’t know where to begin… Holy hell, Jake is whipping Hyperion like a piece of cattle with that steel chain; his back must be killing him!
Ray: Why wouldn’t he enjoy it? I have to pay top dollar to get a whipping like that…
Hyperion drops down to all fours, his back already swollen and welted from the lashes from the steel chain, and gets hit with one more across his upper spine dropping him face first into the pavement instantly. Jake mounts on Hyperion’s back and wraps the steel chain around his opponent’s throat before placing his knee into his back and pulling back on the chain. Hyperion waves his arms about aimlessly trying to inhale as much air as he can into his deprived lungs as his larynx gets closed unwillingly from the steel chain. After what seems like at least a minute, Jake releases his grip and allows Hyperion to fall on top of it and regain his breath. Jake walks around Hyperion for a few moments mocking and taunting the fans as he passes infuriating even more before picking up a steel chair. He walks casually over to Hyperion who is still trying to catch his breath and places the folded steel chair just underneath his face as the referee just begins his ten counts. Jake pulls a slightly obese fan off of his chair and picks it up, looking to end this quickly with the con-chair-to. He peers down at Hyperion with a smile and raises the chair high above his head before smashing it down brutally but misses just as Hyperion just narrowly avoids it with a roll. Hyperion backs up against the security barrier and bails out quickly as Jake tries to strike him with the chair but misses and hits the security barrier instead, giving him a brief moment of shock to his system. Hyperion reacts quickly and picks up the steel chair from the ground and tosses it at the back of Jake’s head, sending him back over the security barrier and into the ring area again.
JP: What an incredible counter! Jake Diamond landed face first onto his own steel chair as the one Hyperion threw ricocheted off his head!
Ray: Get up Jakey Pooh, it’s just a little bump you’ll be fine! Wait, why isn’t the referee counting?
JP: Because Ray, it has to be by total knock-out rules meaning that if Jake is moving even just by a little bit it’s still declared that he’s not anywhere close to being knocked out.
Ray: So as long as he’s moving he’s safe? If that’s the case then run Jake run!
Jake’s movement is counted by his childish crawl toward the ring as he leaves the steel chair behind just looking for a place to stand himself up. Although, Hyperion is slowly gaining on Jake, deciding to take his time and catch his breath as the current champion wastes his stamina. Hyperion grabs onto Jake’s head and his belt on his jeans and tosses him into the ring with a brutal impact before rolling into the ring himself. He looks inside the nearest trash can and moves objects like lead pipes and street signs around until he finds what he’s looking for at the bottom of the can, a large concrete cinderblock. Hyperion looks at I then at a still stunned Jake Diamond and tosses the block in the middle of the ring, dropping with a loud and threatening thud. He walks over to the Future and pulls him up to his feet by his hair. Jake goes spaghetti legged and falls down to his knees instantly and looks up to Hyperion as he foolishly tries to climb up his adversary to regain his posture. The self proclaimed God in GHW puts Jake under his arm and places him in position for a suplex, aimed for the cinderblock right behind him. He lifts Jake up in the air and instead of dropping him instantly he utilizes his strength and weight advantage by holding the stall, forcing the blood to rush to Jake’s head. Suddenly, Jake’s legs begin to kick furiously from the elevated position and manages to force Hyperion backwards but recover from the suplex by landing on his feet. Jake takes a small jump forward and drops his body back and brings down Hyperion for a neckbreaker, only slightly modifying it by drilling Hyperion’s neck into the cinderblock. Hyperion rolls off of the block lifelessly as Jake reaches for the non-existence ring ropes to regain his leverage as the referee begins his ten counts for Hyperion.
JP: What an incredible and innovative counter by Jake Diamond completely saving himself and entirely turning the tide of the entire battle!
Ray: The referee is already at three; do you think it’s all over right here?
JP: Well, all Hyperion needs to do is flail a body part aimlessly to break the count or rely on Jake’s relentlessness to save him. There it is, he rolled his shoulder, and the count is broken!
Ray: Jakes back up to his feet and he’s already going for one of other trash cans! I wonder what on earth he’s looking for now?
Jake doesn’t bother rummaging through the trash can; instead he dumps the entire bin over and empties it out by lifting it up. Numerous amounts of street signs, pipes, steel chains, cookie sheets and much more roll out of trash can fill up that one section of the ring with random weapons and foreign objects. Instead of picking up one of the many objects, he sticks with the trash can and sloppily, but effectively, tosses it off of Hyperion’s skull, warping the shape of it on impact. Stunned and already tired, Jake pillages through the large mound of weapons and laughs loudly to himself at a specific street sign that reads “Please drive slow because we love our children” (OOC: A little insider from my trip to Europe…). He then picks up a cookie sheet and shrugs his shoulders to the cheering audience before heading back to work on a damaged Hyperion. He sets himself up on all fours before getting struck with the cookie sheet right across his back. Jake tosses the cookie sheet aimlessly and randomly into the audience before drilling the street sign across his ribs a couple of time before tossing that out of the ring. Jake stands over top of Hyperion, triumphant in his own terms, and decides to finish it here. He walks over to the nearby trash can and peers inside when he eels an unwelcome presence behind him but, instead of moving, his sighs and is hit with his fate in the form of a spear to his spine. He crashes into the trash can filled to the brim with weapons and connects with his sternum onto the ring pole.
JP: Holy Shit! Jake got folded up like a cheap suit! I cannot believe this mayhem!
Ray: Oh no, Jake’s pretty face is cut open; it’s all over for him!
JP: That is quite a large gash that’s open just above his eye brows, but look t Hyperion with the large and swollen welts up and down his back. This match is only a few minutes in and it’s already hellacious!
TBCB: Hyperion
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Post by Jake Diamond/Pavor Nocturnus on Sept 7, 2007 19:05:00 GMT -5
Jake’s body falls out of the ring with an excruciating thud and lands with a lifeless motion as his skull bounces off of the mat outside of the ring. Hyperion doesn’t appear to be in any better condition as he lays on top of a pile of weapons and a completely crushed trash can. The referee looks down at both semi-comatose competitors and decides to begin his count. Jake begins to mildly move by the count of five but stops trying period as he tries to grab onto his sternum while Hyperion begins to slowly stir with some assistance of the ring post. The referee stops his count at nine as Hyperion raises up to one knee, feeling that the match can go on. Hyperion stumbles back before falling sharply onto his backside as Jake continues to flail around aimlessly outside of the ring, holding his chest trying to numb the pain away. It takes a few more moments to recover, but Hyperion makes it up to his feet first and notices one of his signature weapons sticking out of the pile like a sore thumb. He hobbles over and picks up a slightly heavy, large, and metal Louisville slugger. Hyperion hops out of the ring and watches with a smile as Jake cower away while he tries to bargain with the obviously larger man to not hit him. Jake slowly realizes his slim to none chances of walking out of this match are quickly diminishing as the baseball bat narrowly misses his face. Jake grabs onto the security barrier and pulls himself up to his feet, still trying to bargain with Hyperion, until the metal bat is thrust into his chest and, more importantly, his sternum.
JP: Jake’s sternum might be shattered after getting spear into the ring post with none of the turnbuckles to stop him. I think we had better call this match while we can, this one is over and we’re going to have a new champion!
Ray: Why would you say such a thing? Jakey Pooh is not of it just yet. Sure he may not be able to breathe but he can still win it!
JP: What is Hyperion planning now? He’s lifting Jake over his shoulders and, oh no. This is not going to end well... Military Press into a toss to the ring post!
Ray: No! Jake’s ribs almost wrapped around the post like a bow-tie! I think his chances of walking away from this are over...
The titantron shows and examines a quick replay from another angle showing Jake’s ribcage crushing on impact. He lets out a loud bellowing scream spitting out a shower of blood in the process, possibly puncturing his lung with one of his many broken ribs. Hyperion walks casually over to Jake and grabs him by his and the top of his trunks and tosses him into the ring, onto a small number of street signs that lay by one of the turnbuckles. Possibly not satisfied with the large selection of foreign objects in the ring at the moment, Hyperion tosses the ring apron up and pulls out a steel chair at first sight and tosses it to the side for the moment. Not finished with the objects under the ring, Hyperion pulls out a ladder, roughly twelve feet tall, and slides it into the ring before grabbing a average sized wooden table from under the ring. He asks the ref if it is in fact legal to which he receives a coy nod. Hyperion quickly sets up the table on the outside of the ring and not too far from the ring before tossing the steel chair to the middle of it just before sliding back into the ring. Jake continues to lay, nearly motionless, from the impact done to his body as Hyperion sets the table up at the absolute center of the ring and directly across from the table. He grabs Jake by his hair and forcefully drags him over to the ladder and plants a stiff stomp onto his opponents shoulder. Hyperion places his back to the ladder and grabs onto Jake’s hair and pulls him up the ladder as he slowly ascends it. He stops at the top of the ladder and sits down of the top rung before pulling Jake up to his in a power bomb position. Although, instead of the expected power bomb, Hyperion gets into a standing position and flips Jake over into a double handed choke bomb. Unfortunately, Hyperion is hit with the cold reality that lady luck is a hooker and he just ran out of bills when a squirmy Jake punches Hyperion in the temple with both hands, forcing him to release it and drop Jake. Although, just as he falls to the mat, Jake manages to catch Hyperion’s head under his arm and hooks both of his arms and planting him face first into the canvas with an extremely elevated Comfortably Numb DDT. The inevitable “Holy Shit!” chants echo from the audience from the sick bump as both opponents lay nearly unconscious on the mat.
JP: Oh my God! Hyperion just got his brains splattered with Jake’s signature DDT! The tides of this match just turned once again!
Ray: And yet you yourself said that Jake had no chance in winning this match, now look at him!
JP: Exactly, now look at him. He looks like a racoon that got hit on the highway. The only way they’ll both live if it ends with a non contest right now!
The referee, despite the fans chants, checks both competitors and decides to begin his ten counts. Just as the refs count reaches a long eight count and neither man is moving whatsoever, the audiences cheers slowly turn into enraged boos when suddenly, at the count of nine, the sudden shift of momentum kicks Jake in the ass forcing him to energetically kip-up to his feet. The audience irrupts in a loud mixture of cheers and boos, both groups astonished at how he managed to pull the kip-up off. Jake quickly grabs onto an arm and a leg of Hyperion and drags him onto the table, but removes the chair first before placing it onto the self proclaimed “God” of GHW’s chest. Jake energetically points at the ladder, very Hulk Hogan esque, before flamboyantly climbing up it. He perches himself onto the top rung and makes a twirling motion with his finger directed at his head, almost saying that he’s crazy for doing it, before throwing all caution to the wind by vigorously leaping off of it. He out stretches his elbow at the last moment and crashes his elbow onto the chair rested on Hyperion’s chest and smashing both men through the table with an elevated Future Shock elbow. Almost as if they had never left, the “Holy Shit!” chants continue, this time only louder and faster, nearly shaking the lights off of the rafters. The referee can’t help but stare at the carnage that has unfolded in front of himself rather than do the count. Jake lays on top of Hyperion and a completely smashed chair over a pile of broken wood from the table as both men appear to be extremely destroyed from the move.
JP: Whenever Jake hits his signature Macho Man style elbow drop it’s usually a nail in his opponents coffin, but this, this was just wrong! He nearly broke Hyperion and himself in half!
Ray: Jake has done that before, even from higher elevations and further distances, but this had the most brutal impact in my records! I’m just disappointed he didn’t do it on our announce table...
JP: Jake was right, this match is sick and I doubt either man will ever be the same afterwards....
A small pool blood begins to form underneath both men just on the ruins of the nearly disintegrated table, causing an immediate concern from the referee and fans alike. The referee quickly begins his ten counts, desperate to finish the match, when both men alike begin to slowly stir instantly cancelling the count. As Hyperion rolls over, an unusual and a large gash is shown spread just under his left shoulder. The referee, feeling that the wound is possibly feeling that the wound is too deep to continue, tosses up an “X” shape with his arm instantly flowing out a series of officials and paramedics from the back. A few of the paramedics rush over to Hyperion to discuss whether he is fit to continue and nod over to the referee who decides to continue the match. The paramedics hurry away, back to the stretcher and officials waiting on the entrance ramp, just as Jake gets back up to his feet. He falls back forcefully against the security barrier right beside an unused trash can filled with weapons just as Hyperion casually and slowly crawls into the ring. A surprise and loud series of boos blare from the audience just as Hyperion stands up to his feet. Obviously confused, Hyperion looks around when he feels a sudden rush of pain and brutality in his upper portion of his spine, just below the neck, that causes him to drop to both knees. The culprit becomes obvious as Jake stands to the side of Hyperion, with a brand new splitting maul in hand, and stares down with a sick and demonic at his opponent who stares back up at him with glazed eyes. Just as quick as before, Jake brings down another swing with the maul and drives the sledged end in the same location just below the neck knocking Hyperion flat onto his face. The referee walks over to check but is immediately pushed down by Jake who drops the maul in the process. Hyperion’s head slowly lifts off of the mat off of pure instinct only to watch the match end right before his eyes. Jake charges and lifts a swift punt style kick to Hyperion’s slightly elevated cranium causing the head to snap back viciously and knock his adversary out cold. The downed referee instantly calls for the bell, giving the win to the champion as “Points of Authority/99 Problems/One Step Closer” by Jay-Z featuring Linkin Park begins to blare throughout the audience.
LM: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match and STILL Triumph Champion by knock-out... Jake “The Future” Diamond!
JP: What a disusting finish! Jake could of let the referee count Hyperion out but instead he had to use that brutal kick to the head that might of just ended the career of Hyperion!
Ray: He did what he had to in order to secure his victory... Look here comes the paramedics now, Hyperion will be safe to get destroyed once again, haha!
JP: That may be so but... Jake, what are you thinking? You sadistic prick, take your title and leave!
Jake looks at the referee handing him his title, then down to Hyperion who is getting a nice little neck brace applied, when a demonic expression glares from Jake’s face. He quickly pushes the paramedics aside and kicks them aimlessly out of the ring, forcing the referee to bail and call for security from the bell. Jake drops down to one knee and pulls back Hyperion’s head by his hair and yells numerous incoherent insults at him before face jamming him into the canvas. He quickly hops out of the ring and tosses up the ring apron and pulls out a black steel chair wrapped with barbed wire and tosses it into the ring followed by tossing in the already dented chair. Jake lifts Hyperion’s head up and places the dented chair under his face and picks up the barbed wire covered steel chair, watching as security helplessly swarm the ring with a smile. He smashes the chair across the back of Hyperion’s skull with the con-chair-to, sending a loud echo of the sound of a steel on skull collision before smashing it down once more for a second consecutive con-chair-to. Jake drops the chair with a crocodile smile and picks up his belt as paramedics and security rush into the ring and to the aid of a comatose Hyperion.
JP: That demented bastard! He had no God damned right to do that! Somebody take that heartless son of a bitch out of this arena and out of GHW!
Ray: But Jimmy -
JP: Don’t you give me any of your shit right now! Jake’s time is coming, and I don’t care who it is, but he had better learn some respect, real fast! If he has as much respect for his opponents as much as he has for himself, then no match would end like this!
Jake stops at the foot of the entrance ramp, and turns his attentions back to Hyperion and the medics in the ring. A large and sadistic smile continues to stretch from cheek to cheek on Jake’s face as he raises his Triumph title high up into the air with both hands. A bombardment of boos and “You Suck!” chants continue to rain on him like bombs in Hiroshima, but hardly fazes him even as a soda can bounces off of his leg. The camera changes over to Hyperion being dragged from the hard board onto the stretcher and having to be tied down as his arms and legs shake viciously. The camera slowly fades out to a commercial.
End of Match. Confirmed with Kingbear to finish the match. Comments welcome.
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Post by russian on Sept 8, 2007 10:54:03 GMT -5
Thanks Jake...I apologise profusely for my no show, I had so much shit hit the fan in RL and then my net fucked up and it all just went down at the worng time, as everyone has seen Nina and Hyperion arte now out for bout a month plus, I will be posting asn RP explanation, thank you to everyone, and Jak e I am pissed at myself bout this match buit thank you for understanding.
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Post by Vladimir T. Strife on Sept 9, 2007 23:35:51 GMT -5
Match Over
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