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Post by kelvinkage on Apr 13, 2009 18:27:35 GMT -5
The crowd quickly grows restless as they eagerly anticipate the next match, one that is destined to be as action packed as the first. One site suddenly captures the attention of the crowd, as a few solemn pieces of confetti fall from the ceiling, wiggling, twisting and turning as it continues its journey down to the earth. All eyes in the arena are absolutely distinct to the group of objects as they finally crash to stage. Immediately following the downing of the confetti, a red carpet shoots out of the curtains and quickly rolls down the ramp and ends at the ring. Almost on cue, "All Your Boyz" by Maximum Penalty begins blaring loudly around the arena as it hits the P.A. system.
Emerging into the eyes of the spectators is none other than the "Loaded Pistol" Magnus Gunner, draped in his usual aura of self-gratification, beaming with an arrogant radiance. "The Rock Messiah" removes his shades from his eyes and hoists them into the air, eliciting fierce displeasure from the arena. Gunner commences to heaving the shades into the stands, and as they fall into the clutches of a die-hard wrestling fan, Magnus Gunner slowly saunters down the ramp, stamping his feet with pride as they reach the soft carpet.
:Belle Blair:
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Motor City, Detroit Michigan he stands at 6 foot 2 and weighs in at 220 pounds. This is the "Rock Messiah" and he "Loaded Pistol", Ladies and Gentlemen...Magnus Gunner!!!"
Some of Gunner's fans shout enthusiastically, as they try to grab his attention but to no avail, as Magnus is too caught up in his own moment. His cocky, arrogant demeanor blocks out the outside world, and negates any positive attitude he may possess. The misfit from the Motor City quickly slides into the ring before springing up to his feet.
Gunner removes his vest before tossing it over the top rope into the waiting clutches of the nearby assistant. "All Your Boyz" fades out to nothing while Magnus Gunner fiddles with his wrist bands. Magnus Gunner staggers backward into the ring ropes and continues to mess with his wrist bands as he awaits the arrival of his designated opponent.
:Johnny Reifenheiser:
"Magnus Gunner vs The Proeliator. It should be every bit as good as the last one. "
:Dave Scoggins:
"The Proeliator got the better of Gunner in the previous meeting. One thing is for certain if that Gogoplata is locked in once again, Gunner will have no choice but to submit."
"Just like you have no choice but to submit to yourself in your bathroom every night. Shame on you."
"If you speak the truth, then that speaks volumes about the level of homosexual you are. Watching other men do anything in the bathroom is not cool. You'd make a great fit with Ray White over there in EVPW, and that's a fact Sally. "
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Post by hancocker on Apr 14, 2009 19:52:11 GMT -5
As Magnus waits in the ring for his opponent to join him in the ring for what seems like an eternity, the crowd begins to grow restless. As the crowd begins to start screaming for the match to begin, the lights dim, right before a pyro explosion and the opening riff of "I'm Broken" hits the speakers as the lights in the arena come back.
Coming out through the pyro is "The Armbar Technician," The Proeliator. Scouting the arena as he makes his way to the ring in his trench coat he wears over the top of his all black ring attire, but not before stopping in the middle of the ramp to scout "the Loaded Pistol."
Belle:~
And the opponent, at 6'4, weighing in at 245 pounds, The Proeliator!
The king of the cage finishes his trek to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope, but staying on the opposite side of the Rock Messiah the entire time.
Johnny:~
Both men really seem focused for tonight's match-up. It really surprised me, the level of intensity from the first match, even if there was no blood.
Dave:~
It was easily one of the top contests to date in the early stages of this promotion, and this time its about more than bragging rights.
Johnny:~
What do you mean? The Pro is still undefeated, so wouldn't that be bragging rights for Mr. Gunner here?
Dave:~
I suppose, but even with the arrogance of these two, there still seems to be some mutual respect hiding somewhere.
As both men get frisked by the ref they both stare coldly into each other's eyes before returning to their respective corners for the beginning of the match.
Ref:~
Ring the bell!
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Post by kelvinkage on Apr 15, 2009 20:17:12 GMT -5
The two robust competitors, both in great condition, begin circling around the squared hell after the three consecutives gongs from the ring bell. After a few passes, Magnus and Pro meet face to face in the center of the ring. Each superstar raises his arms into the air before wrapping them around the back of their opponent’s neck, resting their palms on the flesh. Magnus and Pro press their skulks up against one another and slowly begin exerting tremendous force on one another. The collar and elbow tie up quickly ends up shifting into Proeliator’s favor as he exploits his strength and backs his rival up into the ropes. Proeliator suddenly pulls from Magnus’s neck before grasping Gunner’s neck and constricting it. Gunner slowly turns purple while his eyes begin bulging up, and the illegal maneuver forces the ref to move in and subdue the Armbar King. As Proeliator is pulled away, Magnus Gunner ducks in between the middle and top rope and rests his back on the second. When the coast is once again clear, Magnus Gunner rejoins the action, as he marches back into the center of the ring.
The Proeliator and Gunner exhibit repetition, as they once again extend their arms out. Unlike the previous encounter, the Proeliator doesn’t intend on locking up and getting into a technical struggle with his nemesis. Instead, the Cage Kick quickly lifts his head leg up before maliciously driving his boot straight into the gut of the lunging “Loaded Pistol.” The Proeliator follows immediately as he lifts his knee up before viciously driving it into the sternum of his foe. Deprived of oxygen and a bit of saliva, Magnus Gunner finds himself staggering backward. “The Rock Messiah” collapses into the ropes, but his vacation is only tentative as Pro advances to his position. The Proeliator yanks Magnus Gunner by his nearest arm pulls him forward whilst simultaneously spinning away.
Gunner is whipped across the ring and as he rebounds the Proeliator turns to the side and extends his arm out. Displaying his in ring knowledge, Magnus Gunner lifts his head down and dodges The Proeliator as he swings his arm and momentum forward. The potential beheading clothesline coerces The Proeliator into an unbalanced state, allowing Magnus Gunner to capitalize. Gunner leaps onto the second rope before catapulting himself backward. While in flight he gracefully bends his back allowing him to rotate backward and perform a flip. The Proeliator though, has the maneuver scouted beyond his years as he ducks forward into the ropes. Magnus Gunner though, doesn’t crash belly first as the Proeliator had expected, rather he manages to land flat on his feet. Driven by anger and a desire to completely exterminate his opposition, Pro charges toward Magnus Gunner, with his feet stamping on the canvas hard intimating his drive to inflict unspeakable pain. “The Loaded Pistol” rolls forward, ducking another attack attempt from his enemy. Once again Magnus Gunner finds himself leaving his feet for the ropes. This time instead of springing backwards he launches himself into the air and turns back toward his rival. Before his adversary can prepare himself for the incoming threat, Magnus Gunner turns his body sideways, causing him to crash a top the Cage King in a horizontal fashion, forcing his opponent on his back. Now in a pinning predicament, The Proeliator finds himself in a bad spot, as he struggles to lift Magnus Gunner’s frame off of his pectoral region.
“Diving Crossbody. Crafty maneuver there! Could we have a pinfall?”
“If the Proeliator is pinned by the that, he had better be getting the pink slip after tonight. LDWA doesn’t promote push overs!”
“It's not impossible to fathom. The Crossbody is a very effective move!”
“It’s a very gay move and anyone pinned by it is a much bigger homo than the executer!”
“You know, people who mention homosexual scenarios all the time are in fact mostly trying to hide their own sexuality. ”
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Just before the ref’s hand comes down for the three count, The Proeliator places his arm in between Gunner’s legs and around his neck before rolling backward and carrying the “Loaded Pistol” like a life preserver. The Armbar Technician finds himself once again standing at a vertical base, only he has Magnus Gunner right in his clutches, clinging to him for dear life. The Proeliator turns his body slightly to the side, pulling Gunner with him. Then, in one sudden motion he swings it back around while releasing Gunner’s legs, causing the “Loaded Pistol” to twirl with Pro’s arm the only thing preventing him from spiraling out of the ring like a frisbee. The Proeliator falls forward as Magnus begins sliding off his arm, coercing the “Rock Messiah” spine first into the canvas. A large “THUD” echoes throughout the spectrum after the bone shattering Fall Away Slam.
The Proeliator lifts up to his knees while Magnus Gunner slowly rolls toward the nearby corner. Gunner lifts himself up from a perched position, in time enough to lift his leg up and foil Proeliator’s plans. Pro crashes face first into Gunner’s boot, and the force sends him staggering uncontrollably. Magnus Gunner suddenly ascends up the top rope before leaping off straight at his foe. He lands on top of Proeliator, like a bird stooping on the side of a building. Now straddling the Proeliator, Magnus Gunner falls back and demonstrates his impeccable, uncanny leg strength as he pulls his adversary forward. Proeliator’s momentum is used against him and he finds himself rising to the heavens, or at least the top rope as he lands back first on the padding and commences to flip up.
While his nemesis is seated a top of the world, higher than the commoners, Magnus Gunner seeks to seize the opportunity. He slowly climbs the turnbuckle in pursuit of his dream, or at least one of him which here is nothing but eliminating the Proeliator, his biggest obstacle, from his life. Gunner begins lifting the Proeliator, only after balancing himself on the ropes like an acrobat. He tucks his in the Proeliator’s armpit and wraps his near arm around his foe’s waist. But as he tries to pull him off, the Proeliator refuses, as he blasts Gunner in his chest with pinpoint elbow shots. Gunner cringes in agony, leaving himself susceptible to a quick shove that forces him off the time and causes him to plummet back down to the earth, or the squared circle for that matter.
Gunner rolls onto his belly after the terrible fall but by the time he has reached his feet the Proeliator already positioned himself for his takeoff. The Armbar Technician plunges off the top rope while turning to his foe in mid air. Out of desperation, Magnus Gunner throws his arms out, hoping he can catch his foe and counter the attack. The Proeliator exploits Gunner desperation, and quickly makes him pay the price, as he yanks Gunner’s arm forward and places it on his chest before wrapping his legs around his head.
The Proeliator falls to the canvas, with Magnus Gunner’s arm in his clutches and his head sealed. Magnus Gunner is well aware of his precarious situation, as the encounter is well documented. Gunner senses himself about to give in, and quickly tumble rolls to the side, allowing himself to get a hold of the bottom rope with his leg, forcing the Proeliator to release the Gogoplata. As soon as the grip of the Armbar Technician is lessened, Magnus Gunner slides out of the ring before tumbling down on the concrete.
“Magnus Gunner avoids submitting by a hair, and if he had been anywhere else in the ring, we would be witnessing the Proeliator celebrating his third victory.”
“Alright Gunner should be careful here, but don’t worry about it, all he needs to do is get a breather, and he’ll be right back in the contest.”
While The Proeliator currently stands triumphant in the ring, Magnus Gunner remains resting on the outside, slowly recuperating from a near match ending submission.
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Post by hancocker on Apr 17, 2009 9:56:10 GMT -5
Playing it up to the crowd a little more, the Pro poses in the ring while the Rock Messiah continues to catch his bearings on the outside. Shoving the ref aside, the king of submissions takes off towards the ropes, leaping over the top valiantly. At the last second however, Johnny Reifenheiser alerts the Loaded Pistol to his opponent soaring towards him, allowing him to sidestep the flying Dark Warrior as he crashes with a thud. Magnus quickly rolls back into the ring, but not before giving a thumbs up to Johnny.
Dave:~
Ok, what the hell was that about? You interfered in the match!
Johnny:~
I was only stretching out my arms faggot, mind your own business.
Dave:~
Yes, that's totally believable, especially with you yelling at the top of your lungs to watch out he's diving over the top rope.
Johnny:~
Ever heard of tourettes Dave? You're really intolerant of other people.
As the Rock Messiah waits in the ring, the king of the cage appears to be entirely lifeless laying on the outside of the ring, prompting the referee to begin his count.
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Around the count of four there appears to be some life in the body of the broken Proeliator who is slowly beginning to remember why he doesn't jump over the top rope. Up to a knee as the refs count reaches 5, the Pro begins to regain his bearings, using the announce table to struggle to his feet by the time the referee reaches 6. Looking back towards the ring he sees the ref throw his hands out for a count of 7, decides he has enough time to fuck around, and flips Johnny the bird before struggling back towards the ring, making it in at a count of 8 and pulling himself to his feet using the ropes.
Making sure that the Pro doesn't have any time to recover, Gunner quickly rushes over to his winded opponent, taking a few stiff kicks to the knee, grounding his foe yet again. Capitalizing on the situation, the party animal places the left knee of his adversary on the ropes, setting up for some heavy damage. Bouncing on the bottom rope to gain some momentum he launches himself high in the air to come crashing down on the master of the armbar's knee hard, causing a noticeably considerable amount of pain.
Dave:~
Well, it appears that the Rock Messiah as he calls himself is looking to take out a wheel, which would render the gogoplata useless.
Johnny:~
No, its just good strategy. If you're opponent's on the ground you can have your way with them.
Dave:~
And you were calling me gay...
Johnny:~
Shut the hell up
In the ring Magnus has moved his adversary over to the corner and is working him over. Heading off in the other way and getting a head of steam, he comes off the ropes and returns, extending his foot out running it directly into the side of the Pro's head, rocking it back violently as the Loaded Pistol follows all the way through until he's sitting on the bottom rope. Without skipping a beat, placing his head underneath the Dark Warrior's arm, the Rock Messiah lifts his foe up to the top rope in a sitting position. Taking a moment to catch his breath before continuing, he jumps up to the top rope before resting his legs on Pro's shoulders, squeezing tight around his head as Magnus falls backwards, hurling the armbar specialist halfway across the ring.
Playing to the crowd a bit the Loaded Pistol continues his assault, this time just waiting for the Proeliator to stagger to his feet before taking off towards him before he can fully stand up, driving his knee upward into the face of his opponent. Continuing his momentum he continues towards the ropes, jumping up, and springboarding off the second rope back towards the now upright king of the cage, driving his knee directly into his face with a stiff and devastating shining wizard.
Johnny:~
Oh my Dave, its a Draw!
Dave:~
Aw, so cute Johnny, your mother feed you that line from the back?[/color
Johnny:~
Seriously Dave, what's busting your balls tonight?
Dave:~
None of the public's business, I'll tell you in the back, let's stick to the action.
Capitalizing on his offensive flurry, Magnus Gunner quickly goes for a pin,
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but the Proeliator manages to kickout just before a 3 count could be had, handing him his first loss. Obviously frustrated, but not allowing it to cost him the match this time, the assault continues with a few stomps to the knee before running to the ropes yet again and launching himself in a backflip towards his opponent connecting and hooking the leg yet again.
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Managing to kick out yet again is the submission lord, digging down deep and finding enough testicular fortitude to do so. Lifting his nemesis bye the hair to his feet, the Loaded Pistol goes behind him with a waist lock, and maneuvers his way into hooking the arm of his rival behind his head in a half nelson. Lifting him up in the air and turning him inside out, Magnus sends the Pro head first into the canvas, rocking him completely. Signaling that its all over, the Rock Messiah drags his assailant near one of the corners. Not wasting any time, he scales the turnbuckle fast as possible, and sets himself up to hit his patented Motor City Madness. Leaping off in a front flip towards his lifeless opponent, Magnus can sense victory is just a few moments away until at impact he feels all the wind go sailing out of him at a torrid pace, making it almost impossible to breathe.
Dave:~
The Pro wasn't able to roll out of the way, but he sure did do some damage, getting both his knees up just as Magnus Gunner was coming down on top of him.
Johnny:~
Well, you live high risk, you die high risk Dave, and the Rock Messiah is learning the hard way.
Dave:~
That he is Johnny, nice of you to finally agree.
Johnny:~
Well, its not often you're right Dave, this is a rare occurrence.
As both men struggle in the ring attempting to get up, the ref is forced to begin a 10 count to see if either man is able to get to his feet to break it and stop the match from becoming a draw.
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Post by kelvinkage on Apr 18, 2009 23:15:59 GMT -5
The Proeliator is the first superstar to respond, as he slowly regains a vertical base at about the 7 count. Not too far behind at 8 is his adversary, Magnus Gunner, who finally makes it to his feet, but in a rather lethargic manner. Gunner struggles to stay balanced, and he isn't helped much as his rival fires a fist at him. Pro's knuckles bury themselves in Gunner's jaw lining, rocking his world and tattooing him a new one. The Rock Messiah though, is far from a push over, and he certainly retaliates as he lifts his arm up before driving his fist straight in between the eyes of his opponent. The Proeliator staggers a bit, giving Magnus Gunner the opening he needs to seize control of the contest. As his foe backpedals, Gunner cocks his nearest arm as far to the side as possible, and crouches a bit, before springing up and firing his fist forward. His arm cuts through the air, but the potential damage the attack could have accomplished is averted as Proeliator slips his head down, ducking and dodging the knockout punch.
The Submission Master winds up behind his adversary, and before Gunner can pull his arms back down to earth the Proeliator strategically slips his arms underneath Gunner's armpits and wraps his hands behind his neck. As the Dark Warrior bridges his back, the Loaded Pistol finds himself ascending to the sky. As he hoists Gunner in the air, Pro keeps his back arched, before falling to the canvas, lifting Magnus over him and slamming him hard on the mat. Simultaneous with the impact, the King of the Cage releases his opponent before rolling him over on his back and hooking his leg.
"Damn what a Dragon Suplex! Technical supremacy is being displayed by The Proeliator, but is that what it takes to put the Rock Messiah away."
"Well we'll find out in a couple of seconds won't we?"
"If I was interested in the thoughts of the peanut gallery I would have asked!"
"My pleasure!"
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The technical prowess and surge demonstrated by the Dark Warrior is short lived as Magnus Gunner manages to roll his shoulder over, just a split second before the referee could smack he mat for the third consecutive time.
Almost out of frustration, the Proeliator rises to his feet, before snatching Magnus Gunner along the sides of his head and turning him over on his belly. Proeliator drags Gunner into the center of the ring, exhibiting no regard for his Hollywood like good looks. The Dark Warrior gradually lifts Gunner to a vertical base before extending his legs. Pro tucks Gunner's head in between them and commences to underhook his arms. With Gunner strapped tight and his thoughts solely set on his savage finisher, the Proeliator stamps his feet on the canvas. Almost on cue the switch is turned on and Magnus Gunner presents signs of life to the sold out arena.
The Rock Messiah tilts his body before rolling away from his opponent and in one, swift, momentum shifting instance he escapes from Pro's grasp. His rotation has him in front of a now off balanced undefeated behemoth, allowing Gunner to make his move. Magnus lifts his leg into the air before thrusting it forward and viciously burying his boot into Pro's gut. The Dark Warrior leans over, putting fourth an opportunity which the Rock Messiah would be a fool not to capitalize on. Gunner snatches Pro by his hair before reeling him in like a bass and tucking his head in his armpit. Gunner poses for a moment, allowing the camera crew to get pinpoint shots of him while also giving himself a change to soak in the moment, the potential streak ending moment.
Gunner suddenly swings his body inward, but as he attempts to put the finishing touches on one of the most deadliest maneuvers in LDWA, the Proeliator uses his size and strength advantage. He wills his head out of Gunner's clutches whilst placing his palms along Gunner's lower back. Pro moves his momentum forward, shoving Gunner with great might straight at the turnbuckle. Both out of instinct and desperation, Magnus Gunner leaps off the canvas and into the air. Gunner ascends up the corner with grace, almost theatrically like something similar to what Neo might have performed during the Matrix Series. After arriving at the top Gunner soars off back toward the ring before rotating about 180 degrees. Gunner crashes down on the Proeliator like a comet, with his feet leading the charge. Gunner's boots clash up against the head of the Armbar Master, causing his eyes to roll in the back of his head and forcing his body to turn to the opposite position. After a brief moment of teetering on his toes, The Proeliator collapses on the ropes, obviously having his bell rung due to the withering blow of the attack.
"Whisper in the Wind but I'll tell you one thing, Proeliator doesn't hear whispers in his head right now, no, those voices are screaming at him!"
"And you're brick head would feel the same way if you were just whacked in the skull! Gosh, do they pay you to be such fail."
"The only thing 'fail' is having to hear you babble about what's gay and what's not. It's like watching Desperate Housewives!"
"Hey, I'm like Tony Parker, I'm watching Eva Longoria all the time!"
Magnus Gunner does render his flurry as an atrophy, as he quickly leans up and peers at his opponent who slithers on his belly toward the nearby corner. Pro slowly perches himself up, obviously still a bit groggy and stupefied. When Pro sees to finally recuperating from the head trauma, Magnus Gunner puts his gears into motion. He sprints across the ring, with his feet stamping on the canvas with a mixture of pride and purpose. When in range Gunner leaps onto the bottom rope before lifting his knee into the air. Gunner' knee cap is brutally driven into the forehead of the stuporous Dark Warrior, and the force of the blow coerces his head into a series of awkward bobbling motions. Not to mention the "CRACK" that sounds and echoes throughout the spectrum on impact elicits a group of "DAMN" chants that are shouted in unison. The following the mammoth collision between Gunner's knee and Pro's helpless dome, Gunner turns his body back toward the ring while clasping the back of his foe's head with one hand. Magnus takes a deep breath and hoists his free hand into the air. His middle and ring finger are captured and held down by his thumb while his pinkie and index fingers stand triumphant. As the Rock N Roll sign is exhibiting to the fans, Gunner slowly leaps off the turnbuckle whilst dragging his rival along for the ride. As he crashes to the mat, Gunner plants the Proeliator face first into the canvas, rearranging his facial features and scraping his face paint.
"That was one wicked combination by the Rock Messiah. First we saw a Charging High Knee Strike and to cap it off we were left breathless with a One Hand Bulldog. Bells are certainly ringing in Proeliator land!"
"We could be three seconds away from the end of the match. Make the cover Gunner, 3 seconds is all it takes! "
"Really? Fans, I apologize, my colleague must believe you people are morons. Everyone knows a pinfall lasts 3 seconds! Fucking cunt!"
"Strike 3 my man, you've been retired and I'm about to send you back to the dugout!"
Magnus Gunner glides his body backward and rests it across Pro's chest. With the Dark Warrior's shoulders pinned down, the referee slides down to the mat and raises his arm into the air, signaling the start of his count.
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Almost in defiance the Proeliator is able to push his opponent off of him and roll a shoulder over, stunning the audience and definitely stunning Gunner. Now consumed wih rage and extreme frustration, Gunner rains down a series of fists on the mat. He grits his teeth as he rises back to his feet before glaring down at his fallen challenge. Gunner's attention shifts from the weakened, battered Proeliator to the top rope, where thoughts of daredevil risk taking and potential suicide swirl around his mind. Gunner commits to his decision, and at this point there is no turning back. Magnus ducks through the middle and top rope and exits the ring, stepping onto the apron. Gunner slowly saunters along it before steadily climbing the turnbuckle. As he reaches the top, he once again poses for the paparazzi. This time he throws his fists in the air and his delaying the death of him.
While his opponent is completely oblivious to him, Proeliator leans up off the canvas and advances toward the corner. By the time Magnus puts a lid on his ego, it is much too late. The Proeliato swipes his feet, causing him to trip and drop with his legs in between the turnbuckle padding. Gunner grimaces in agony, as his "boyz" are shaken. Before Gunner can recover his bearings, Proeliator springs up onto the middle ropes. He grabs Gunner by his head and slowly drags him to the very top. Proeliator underhooks Gunner's arm, and slightly places his head in between his legs before reclining backward and plummeting from the top, dragging Gunner from the atmosphere.
The Proeliator crashes to a seated position, and Gunner's head violently slams into the canvas. As Gunner's body lies motionless on the canvas, Proeliator remains staring at the ceiling lights.
"WARRIOR'S RAGE FROM THE TOP ROPE! GUNNER'S NECK, AND EVERYTHING FOLDED UP LIKE AN ACCORDION!!!"
"That's what happens when you pose instead of taking care of business first. Now this match is over, and Magnus Gunner will only have himself to blame for his arrogance!"
As the "Holy Shit" chants flood the arena, The Proeliator drapes his arm over the bare chest of the lifeless Rock Messiah, causing the ref to begin his count. Pro's eyes shut, and his heart begins beating simultaneous to the hands of the referee, as he prays that Magnus Gunner has been put away for the second time in their feud.
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Post by hancocker on Apr 19, 2009 23:08:58 GMT -5
The referee slides himself into position to properly see Magnus Gunner's shoulders and begins his count.
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The Pro stands up quickly, celebrating his win in the ring ring as I'm Broken begins to hit the speakers in the arena. The glory is short lived as the referee is waving his arms uncontrollably and then points to the downed Hard Rock Messiah's foot, which happens to be on the ropes. The ref signals to ring the bell again and start the fight, and is swiftly thrown over the top ropes before the Dark Warrior heads back towards his nemesis. Still dazed from from the Warriors Rage, the Loaded pistol looks backwards as he rolls over, and is met with a boot to the face.
Grabbing his opponent by the hair, the submission master lifts him up, tossing him over the top rope, and following him out quickly. Picking up the Rock Messiah by the waist and lifting him to his feet, Pro takes a big breath, and lifts his nemesis, throwing him over his head and through the announce table as both the announcers scatter. Walking over towards the wreckage, the king of the cage grabs a headset while continuing the assault.
Pro:~
As both of you can tell, and all the fans, I'm the most dominant force in this company bar none.
Seeing his foe begin to rise, the Master of the Gogoplata takes a few kicks to his head, keeping him grounded as he begins to comment on his match in progress again.
Pro:~
What you don't know is what I have planned for after I win the match, you faggots better be watching.
Taking off the headset, the Proeliator grabs a chair, and his adversary, throwing the chair into the ring and dragging Magnus with him. Throwing a few punches to soften up his rival, Pro rolls his opponent into the ring before rolling in himself. The armbar master spots the chair he had tossed into the middle of the ring and grabs it, setting it up so its in its sitting position. Without skipping a beat he walks over to his foe, lifting him up by the hair, and presses him into the ropes. Grabbing the arm of the Gunner, the submission king hurls him across the ring and runs to hit a clothesline, but Magnus ducks the attack and hits the second rope, springboarding back with his forearm at the lead. His moment of glory and hope in the air is quickly dashed as he's hit with the chair that was set up in the middle of the ring.
Johnny:~
WHOA!!!! That was simple, yet effective! I'm liking how this match is going!
Dave:~
That was a blatant break in the rules, he should be disqualified for that! He's cheating~
Johnny:~
Are you done being a fag about the rules? The ref is unconscious outside the ring still, and they haven't sent a new ref yet.
Dave:~
Yeah, well the staff here is doing a terrible job with conducting this match!
Looking at the carnage in the ring that he has caused, the Proeliator takes a moment to rile up the fans before continuing his assault. Grabbing his downed opponents arm and crossing his legs over the top of his opponent, and wrenches back hard with a cross armbreaker. As Magnus screams in agony, the ref slowly crawls into the ring and starts to ask him if he wishes to give it up but the head shake lets him know thats not what he wants. Squirming violently and moving all around the ring, the Loaded pistol manages to get his foot on the ropes, breaking up the submission.
Surprisingly, the armbar master releases his submission hold on his rival immediately and backs up and away to a neutral corner, allowing Magnus a moment to catch his breath and rise to his feet. Once there the men circle each other again, coming in to a lockup in the middle of the ring. Taking advantage of the injured wing of his opponent, Proeliator gets behind him with a half nelson, grinding it in deep. Lifting the Rock Messiah over head, the Pro tosses him over his head across the ring with a devastating fury. Sensing the end of the match being near, he heads towards the ropes, climbing to the top turnbuckle, and spotting his landing before leaping off with a leading elbow. Yet again regretting his decision to fly, he sees his nemesis roll out of the way at the last moment, and comes crashing down heavy on the mat.
Johnny:~
He hasn't learned from the first time he flew, he's not going to hit that move, he's just too slow and gay
Dave:~
Shut the fuck up Johnny
As both men lay on the ground, the referee gets set to begin the 10 count, but notices movement from Magnus and ignores it altogether as he staggers to his feet, using the ropes to stand. Waiting for Pro to stand up, Rock Messiah readies himself for his opponent, sucking in as much air as possible to gain his full lung capacity. The Dark Warrior gets to his feat, and the Loaded Pistol is ready and waiting, using the ropes to hold him up he thrusts his foot towards the jaw of the Proeliator, connecting and snapping his head back. Falling down over the broken body of his opponent, Magnus hooks the leg and goes for a pin.
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Dave:~
This match isn't over quite yet! He reached down deep and kicked out of that one.
Johnny:~
Not going to do him much good, Messiah of Rock is getting his momentum back.
Dave:~
Both of these men are fantastic competitors.
Johnny:~
Yeah, well both men can't win, there can only be one, and you saw where my allegiance lies
Back in the ring, Gunner is livid, but doesn't let that deter him. Proceeding to capitalize he runs to the ropes, spingboarding back off with a moonsault, connecting and hooking the leg for yet another pin attempt, but there's a kick out at one by the Warrior of the Night. Sitting his opponent up, the loaded pistol gets a running start and comes back off the ropes, jumping towards his enemy with both feet outstretched, hitting him in the back of the head with a sickening dropkick. Instead of attempting another quick pin, he lifts up his adversary in a front facelock. Almost mechanical, he lifts up his foe, with his free hand, while falling backwards, driving his head directly into the mat with a sickening thud.
Dave:~
Magnus Driver! That's got to be it!
Gunner goes for the cover and hooks the leg, sure of himself that his match has been won, counting along with the ref
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Johnny:~
I honestly can't believe that he kicked out! Live to fight another day bro
Dave:~
He wants this match, he's digging down deep
Getting increasingly frustrated with his seemingly immortal adversary, Magnus Gunner decides its time to climb to the top, and end the match with his patented Motorcity Madness as he signals for it. Making his move to the corner slowly, he climbs up to the top, unaware that the Proeliator has gotten to his feet. Turning towards the ring, he notices his opponent a tick too late as he falls on the ropes, knocking the motor city madman down, crotching himself on the turnbuckle. Using the ropes to steady himself, the armbar master makes his way over to his opponent. Rearing back as far as he can, the Pro sends his elbow directly into his opponent's eye, rocking him. Climbing up onto the turnbuckle, a war of wills ensues as both men begin to send lefts and rights back and forth to each other. Taking a shortcut, the king of the cage jabs his thumb into his rival's eye, effectively blinding him. Using this opening, he puts Magnus in a front facelock and hooks his trunks, lifting him high overhead and bringing both men crashing to the canvas with the Rock Messiah taking the brunt of the blow.
Dave:~
My Johnny how things have changed in this match! This contest is a battle!
Johnny:~
He cheated! He used the ropes to knock him down, that's against the rules!
Dave:~
Well, yes, but I happen to not want to be cheering for the same person as you, considering your homosexual tendencies.
Johnny:~
You know what? Fuck this
Johnny jumps at Dave and both men are struggling to gain a position as both of them beat the hell out of each other until Dave pins down his friend and directs the action back to the ring with a hand gesture.
In the ring, the Proeliator has struggled to drag himself over to make the cover, but finally does, draping an arm over the lifeless body of Magnus Gunner.
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