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Post by angelicninja on Mar 29, 2010 7:37:55 GMT -5
Fans sit in their seats, anticipating the next match. The lights die down as the fans begin to cheer. Over the PA System comes guitars and drums blaring almost chaotically as 'Rebel: Sicks, Shadow: Six' by DELHUI begins to play.
The lights come back with a red hue and change to the rock music beat between red and black. A spotlight shines down on the entrance as three black cloaked figures stand there. The view of ANBU sends the fans into a hated jeer as Pyro, Akira Hiroto and Tenshi make their way to the ring as the music continues to play. All three men have the black cloak with red clouds on, completely zipped up. Akira has his orange swirl mask, while the other two have their gouged headbands on and Pyro with Kakozu strapped to his back.
Charlie Coors:
The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first, being accompanied by his ANBU team Akira Hiroto and Tenshi. He weighs in a two hundred and thirty pounds and hails from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He is the Rogue Ninja, Chris Pyro!
Pyro and ANBU reach the bottom of the ramp as Pyro makes a quick sprint towards the ring and steps up onto the apron easily. Pyro climbs through the ropes and walks to the far corner of the ring as Tenshi and Akira walk around the ring to the same corner. Pyro unstraps Kakozu from his back and hands it to Tenshi and jumps onto the top turnbuckle, crouching and balanced perfectly on the top rope as he waits for his opponent.
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Post by B&lly on Mar 30, 2010 3:57:31 GMT -5
Pyro is still sitting on the turnbuckle, while ABNU stand near his corner, the jeers and boos start to die down, so does Chris’s theme. The fans start to cheer as Hero by Skillet hits the speakers, causing Chris to look up, but still with a deadpan look. The cheers get louder as AJ comes onto the stage, wearing green and gold long tights, with black wrestling boots and a GHW T-shirt.
Charlie Coors: And his opponent from Newcastle Australia, weighing in at 200 pounds, AJ SCALLYYYYYYYYY!!!!!
The fans cheer a bit louder as Coors finishes his announcement. AJ starts to make his way to the ring, high fiving fans along the way. He eventually makes his way to ring and walks up the steel steps. He grips the top rope with both hands and pushes off the said rope, and springboards up and over into the ring, garnering applause from the crowd.
Big Al: Oh great, another show off, trying to be the human highlight reel and not rough his opponent up and work him over.
Fuzz: Fans love that guy, and this also makes for a more exciting show.
The cheering continues, as Pyro looks on in disappointment, at the pandering AJ is showing. He takes off his Tee and throws to a section of the crowd, who all try and grab the souvenir. Pyro hops off the top rope, and he and AJ come face to face. The referee pushes them apart, and then rings the bell.
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Post by ultraviolent on Apr 6, 2010 21:01:31 GMT -5
OOC: THIS COUNTS FOR JUDGING! Permission granted by Scally.
The two looked like they were just about to go at it when suddenly Pyro goes insane! Out of nowhere, he shuts his eyes shut and begins squeezing his head, like a madman. He dashes out of the ring, and the arena with his two men following. The fans mutter as the Australian just looks on intensely. The ref whispers to the announcer who then speaks into the mic from the outside.
“Ladies and gents, do to Pyro‘s disappearance we will have a new wrester taking his place. Here comes OZZY! ”
“A renegade back out motherfucker you better tap out
Boo-hoo you crying baby where you at now?
Cause I be lookin for you me and my people
lookin ready and we're lookin for truth
so come and get this make it hurt you know
I love it when you tap this put me up into a corner be a witness yeah
this is critical mass we invite the revolution we ignite the past
See me I'm still standing I might be bleeding but I'm still breathing“
“Renegade” by (HED) P.E. blares from the PA system and instantly a very tall man runs out and into the ring. He is wearing baggy, navy blue jeans, has his hair and beard tied with pony tails. He is also wearing black boots and taped wrist, no shirt.
As soon as he gains the least stability in the ring, the man known as Ozzy rushes forward. Star-struck by the massive size of the forthcoming man, Scally is frozen in place. This allows Ozzy enough time to throw his bulky leg up causing the flat of his boot to collide with AJ’s nose, flooring him after the loud pop. The fans look on, as if watching a car crash; their eyes are peeled and jaws are touching the floor. Ozzy stops in his tracks after following all the way through with the Big Boot, and flexes his large, inhuman-like muscles whilst letting out a war cry that causes everybody nearest the ring to cup their ears in search for silence. Oz turns back to his opponent and looks down on him, Ozzy’s dismantled, ugly, scared face is smiling eerily. The chaos he created laughable to him. The Superheavy Weight’s hands reaches down and he traps the entire head of Scally, then brings him to a stand. A quick sharp elbow from Ozzy sends AJ Scally flying back against the ropes, almost over them. A sharp fist then catches AJ upside the jaw, and nearly shatters it like a glass window. AJ slides alongside the ropes and then finds himself in the corner, with one arm around the rope and one clenching his sore jaw. While Ozzy starts on the path towards AJ, Scally begins shifting around his mandible as if trying to pop-it back into place. All that work proved to be as waste of time, because his jaw is then just rocked by another stiff punch, this time from the left hand of Ozzy. AJ answers with his own blow this time, but it’s just laughed at by Oz.
Ozzy looks to go for another punch, but instead grabs a bunch of Scally’s long, chocolate-brown hair, and pulls him out of the corner. With great ease, Ozzy pulls the last owner of EVPW’s tag title off his feet. With his arms clenched tightly around the middle of the Australian’s body, he begins squeezing and shaking viciously back and forth, like a lion when it’s feeding. Screaming in pain, the cruiserweight struggles to escape the wrath of the American Monster! His kicks and screams do virtually nothing, and soon Ozzy tosses the lighter man of the pair to the canvas like a rag doll. As if possessed by the Devil himself, the mammoth lets out a boisterous laugh, the destruction of others clearly being his pleasure. The Philadelphian take his right boot and plants it over the side of Scally’s head. After scraping the noggin of AJ with his boot as if it was a doormat, Ozzy begins to apply a ton of pressure as if he wanted to flatten his head like a pancake. As the size twelve boot of Ozzy continues to crush Scally’s head to no-end, the only thing Scally can do is grip on the ankle of the Superheavy weight and prays he lets go. Ozzy now elevates himself by stepping on AJ’s head like a step then off.
“This guy is absolutely a monster, I love it! I mean when was the last time we‘ve seen a guy like this? He reminds me a lot of KingBear, it‘s scary Fuzz!“
“Indeed it is, we don‘t need another one of him! I mean, come on! Look at the suffering he is causing Scally.”
As if his head was a basket ball, Scally clutched both sides of his head and vigorously kicked his feet against the mat. Again, Ozzy wraps his large hand around AJ’s head and picked him off the floor. To the amazement of all the spectators, AJ begins fighting back. He throws a sharp right hand into the gut of Ozzy, then begins to unload with a fury of others that come right after each other. With the man holding his gut and doubled over, Scally takes this time to revert to his speed. He rushes to the edge of the ring, turns at the right time to back up against them and catapults himself towards the giant. Scally strategically knocks the giant down to size with a Missile Dropkick to the knee. The fans explode as they watch the man shrink before them. The Pure Flying Phenomenon rushes back to a vertical stance and sends Ozzy to the canvas with a high impact boot to the chest. Again, the fans erupt for AJ who has now started to fight back. Looking to end this one early, Scally flops on top of Ozzy and hopes dearly for a three count. As expected, the large Fighty fighty person kicks out well before the three count, in fact just after the first count. Rolling off, and to his feet, Scally starts to measure the large athlete as he starts on his way to his feet. Once erect, the small kid from behind jolts forward and throws his shoulder to the back of Ozzy’s calf muscle, causing the man to fall back like a tree. Very wisely, the smart Scally takes the leg that was just chopped and wraps his own legs around it before applying pressure to the leg lock. AJ continues to stretch out the leg, causing his adversary to wave his arms in pain and an attempt to reach for the ropes.
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