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Post by Aiden Andrews/Scotty Daniels on Jun 10, 2012 15:52:53 GMT -4
Pre Main-event
Tables Match
Justin Gatlin Vs Liam O'Donnell
Since AP it seems like Liam has been on a bit of a cold streak. Maybe it has something to do with the monsters that he has had to face lately? Who knows but this week is Gatlin and Liam battling it out.
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Post by TPK/Acid on Jun 10, 2012 22:10:31 GMT -4
After a brief pause in action, Fastlane by Bad Meets Evil bursts over the loud speakers, Tyson Banks makes his long trek towards the ring to the ire of the EVPW crowd. But, as usual, Banks just shrugs it off and continues onward.
White: Banks, alone again this week. I imagine since his hype up worked so well last week, he's looking to repeat here again tonight.
JP: Banks flapping his gums had nothing to do with the outcome of last weeks match, Gatlin won by default. Not the most impressive way to win, but I guess it still counts.
Now in the ring with mic in hand, Banks struts back and forth, one of the cockiest grins imaginable dawning his face, the manager extraordinaire milks the moment for all he can before finally speaking.
Banks: Aw yeah! Last week was just the beginning! My boy, Gat, whooped all kinds a ass. This week, this week won't be any different. We got what, some Irish Bastard to contend wi...
Oddly enough, Banks gets interrupted when his very own clients music hits. As Sexy and I Know it by LMFAO plays on, Tyson stands mid ring, confused at the turn of events. Gatlin walks from behind the curtain, a mic already in hand. Rather than his usual theatrics Gatlin simply walks briskly down the ramp towards the ring.
White: God, what I wouldn't do to spend one night with that hunk-O-man meat.
JP: Right, well. Moving on now. I wonder, what exactly is going on right now? I can see Banks getting cut off, hell who wouldn't do that...but his own client? I don't get this.
Justin:*Stepping through the ropes* Woah, hold on there partner. AN Irish Bastard? No, no. Liam is...THE...Irish Bastard. And speaking of this ehem...MATCH, I want to make a little "alteration". Sure, we could simply wail away on one another, and that'd be just great. But hey, where is the fun in that? As an Irishman, I am certain Liam would agree with this alteration. I'm saying we turn this bitch into an Irish Deathmatch! Simple concept, drink a pint before the match...fight...pause at regular intervals DRINK MORE! Loser is the guy who either gets knocked out, or passes out. Simple, but very entertaining. Well Paddy, balls in your court now. What's it to be?
TBC
(GL brozilla)
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Post by Liam on Jun 11, 2012 13:23:00 GMT -4
Justin does not have to wait very long as Sanctuary by Darling Violetta comes to life on the Solid Core audio system. Strolling out from backstage to the main arena, Seth is dressed casually in blue denim jeans and a black t-shirt with a green clover leaf and the words " I'm an Irish Bastard too. " Closing his eyes while raising his arms to the side and upwards he exhales as he lowers his arms back to his waist. Cracking his neck side to side he motions for Lizzie to be quiet while grabbing a microphone from the commentary desk.
" There I was ... sitting backstage enjoying a warm glass of milk watching the monitor backstage when I seen you make the first appearance in our arranged match. Curious at what maybe once you raised the microphone I listened. What I heard was an intriguing concept. Instead of the usual match, you suggest an Irish Death-match. I agree to your concept, but how about we make it a little fairer for yourself, being as your so young and new around here. "
" Oh boy ... I don't like the sounds of that. "
" Sounds like an arrogant son ova gun to me. No respect at all. "
" You see, drinking beer for my superstar is like any one else drinking water. So why don't we kick it up a notch. On top of the beer at regular intervals, how about we also have a shot of Irish finest whiskey. For every beer after drank, you add another shot of whiskey, so by the fourth beer you will be having four shots of whiskey. That's if you can keep up. Unfortunately Liam is still unsanctioned to wrestle, but his stand in ... well lets just say he is German, and you know how they like to drink. Hell they even have a holiday for it .. October-Fest. So now, the ball is in your proverbial court, while you think about it, let me introduce your opponent. Lizzie, read the card. "[/i][/color] Rammstein - Feuer Frei blasts over the p.a at full volume causing some to jump in shock and fright from their seats. Jogging to the stage in his black and gold costume the German wrestler wastes no time in head directly for the ring where the hardcore heart throb awaits as patient as he can, slightly bored while also curious at the managers response. " Ladies and gentleman, introducing a superstar in the making. he hails all the way from Berlin, Germany .. weighing in tonight at two hundred and sixty pounds, and standing at six feet and four inches. The fire breathing man of mystery ... Feuerdrachen !!!. "Once at the ring, Fire Dragon jumps to the apron, taunts the audience receiving an obviously disdain in the form of booing and thrown objects, while under the mask he merely smirks at the reaction knowing they care for him as much as he cares for them. Stepping between the ropes he walks to each turnbuckle jumping to the second rope while getting the same reaction from each side of the arena. Walking up to Gatlin he stands, head tilted to the side in a symbolic gesture of curiosity while awaiting the answer.[/font] Tbc gl duder. p.s ... should have a simple move-list for fire dragon up before too long. evpw.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=cntracts&action=display&thread=10010&page=1
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