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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2016 3:23 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2016 4:51 pm
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The lights in the arena went dark as a heavy drum beat hit the PA system, which was soon joined by the driving bass line of Manowar's Warriors of the World. Once the bass line began, the stage itself began to glow from within with a pulsing red and gold light, and a single spotlight began to shine upward from the center of the stage as the guitar screamed. Major's silhouette soon started to become visible as he was slowly raised from under the stage. When the lift stopped, the illumination in the arena returned and the chllenger's red and gold mood lighting took over, revealing the Jarhead Juggernaut standing in the center of the stage.
The Devil Dog thrust both hands into the air, making the TOO SWEET gesture that the Sinister Syndicate was so fond of and gave a mighty roar, causing his pyro to erupt around him. Just before starting down the ramp, Major paused to take in the reaction from the crowd, exuding both confidence and arrogance as he mostly ignored the members of the audience.
MANY STAND AGAINST US, BUT THEY WILL NEVER WIN! WE SAID WE WOULD RETURN, AND HERE WE ARE AGAIN TO BRING THEM ALL DESTRUCTION, SUFFERING AND PAIN WE ARE THE HAMMER OF THE GODS! WE ARE THUNDER, WIND AND RAIN!
THERE THEY WAIT IN FEAR WITH SWORDS IN FEEBLE HANDS WITH DREAMS TO BE A KING, FIRST, ONE SHOULD BE A MAN! I CALL THEM OUT AND CHARGE THEM ALL WITH A LIFE THAT IS A LIE AND IN THEIR FINAL HOUR, THEY SHALL CONFESS BEFORE THEY DIE!
"Introducing first... He weighs in at 295 pounds, from San Antonio, Texas...REPRESENTING THE SINISTER SYNDICATE...HE IS THE MASTER OF DISASTER, MAJOR DEVASTATION!!!"
As he reached the ringside area, he performed a standing leap onto the ring apron before stepping between the top and middle ropes to enter the ring itself, and quickly ascended to the second turnbuckle, pointing at the case hanging high above the ring before flashing TOO SWEET.
BROTHERS EVERYWHERE RAISE YOUR HANDS INTO THE AIR! WE'RE WARRIORS! WARRIORS OF THE WORLD! LIKE THUNDER FROM THE SKY SWORN TO FIGHT AND DIE! WE'RE WARRIORS! WARRIORS OF THE WORLD!
Devastation would soon hop down from the turnbuckle, making his way toward his designated corner. He would get in some last minute stretching while he waited for his opponents to arrive. It didn't matter who else was in the ring with him...Destruction Incarnate simply didn't care who he had to break. All he cared about was taking the Money in the Bank case to get another crack at the Legacy Championship.
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2016 5:07 pm
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A third week in a row. Another former world champion stood in the ring and Young had to prove himself to Major Devastation, as well as the other fighters in this match. The nerves hit him like an eighteen wheeler. This was Wrestlemania. The other five men, much like Renegade Young, were all willing to go to any length to get that briefcase. Bones would be broken, careers would be cut short, and only one man would do all of this without it being in vein. The California Kid could not stand to witness another man (or woman) take what he felt was his. He, too, was willing to break bones and risk lives for a chance at prestige.
Whoop whoop! That's the sound of da police! Whoop whoop! That's the sound of da beast! Whoop whoop! That's the sound of da police! Whoop whoop! That's the sound of da beast!
The California Kid stood in front of a red and blue strobe light at the top of the ramp, acting as a silhouette before stepping into the spotlight and being greeted by tens of thousands of cheers. Of course, his state flag was draped over his shoulders as it usually was. The King of the Indies was about to participate in a fan favorite match: an annual Money in the Bank Ladder match that promised blood throughout the match and tension throughout the year. He was certainly a dark horse to retrieve the briefcase, but in his mind, he knew he had as much of a chance as anyone else.
Young walked down the ramp with a grin, staring at the briefcase dangling above Major. He was in awe of the spectacle that was Wrestlemania, but he could not undermine how important this win would be. Renegade hopped on the apron and climbed on the nearest turnbuckle before showing off his flag. He actually received a few boos, considering they were in New York, but the fans didn't like him any less for it. Young took the flag off his shoulders and dropped it on the set of stairs before hopping in the ring, across from Major Devastation.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2016 3:43 pm
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BREAK!Caught out alone, and I'm tryin to be free. Caught up in things that are inside of me. Lookin for something that I cannot see. Losing my faith but I'm tryin to believe. Fans jumped to their feet and the arena erupted with cheers as the music erupted over the PA. After only a moment, the man of Dreams himself stepped out onto the stage. In his right hand he held his signature weapon, his chair wrapped in barbed wire."Cyrus, Cyrus, Cyrus!" Cyrus looked up into the audience, the view of the mass of cheering crowds left the man breathless as he glanced along the arena.
Cyrus made his way down the ramp stopping at both sides to show some love for all the fans that gave him the motivation to go the distance he had gone in his career. Shaking hands, stopping for pictures and giving high fives to the fans, Cyrus slowly made his way down the ring.Losing my faith, losing my faith, losing my faith, losing my faith. Tryin to be free.. THE WORLD IS AFTER ME!"..Weighing in at 225 pounds, from Phoenix, Arizona, Cyrus The Dreeeam Everblaze!" When he made it to the ring, he suddenly jumped up onto the apron, showing off some of his impressive athleticism and looked out the audience as he threw his hand up to his mouth to shout. "******** THE WORLD!" The Dream finally turned to enter the ring through the top and middle ropes.THE WHOLE WORLD IS AFTER MEEEEEE!!!
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2016 8:01 pm
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"Hail to the king, baby."
Ain't no sunshine when it's on Only darkness every day Ain't no sunshine when it's on Cuz when its on, ya niggaz gonna be gone Every time cuz we don't play
The crowd pops huge as Jason Byers' theme music fills the arena. The King of Sexy walked out onto the ramp, throwing his hood off as DMX's verse began. He knelt on the ramp, miming aiming a sniper rifle at the participants in the ring, and "fired", setting off the shower of red pyro behind him.
"Who turned out the lights?" Is what niggaz be sayin' Now you don't wanna fight But ya niggaz be playin' Thinkin' its alright keep playin with that road And you gonna know the night When you layin in that cold Dirt gettin' tossed in your grave Now it's all over Preacher said "You was brave" But now it's all over You just one of the many, plenty I done gave it to (*boom*) Ain't no savin 'you No matter how many tears your moms' cried Ain't gon bring your a** back Plus in hell, you gon fry Why? But now the only 2 releative questions Is "Do we bury him or burn? Any suggestions?" Either way, you up out of here for good Now when niggaz mention you name They knockin' on wood Did I, get my, point across? Another body on the shotte Another joint I toss
"And their opponent, from Springfield, Massachusetts, by way of Brandon, Florida, weighing 233 pounds, he is the King of Sexy, JASON BYERS!"
Jason approached a fan with a beer sitting on the aisle (seriously dude? didn't you learn to hide your beer during a Byers entrance?), swiped the cup, and downed it, to a rather large pop. Some things never change.
There ain't no sunshine When the Dark Man comes out And I want mine So I plan to keep my gun out We got four 9's So niggaz run in and run out But I bust mine Cuz I'd like to hear some shots +Get At Me Dog+ niggaz know how its goin dizzy When it comes to that flow, I gets busy Who is he? Dark Man of the unknown (GRRR ARF) One dog, one bone Now who ain't goin home? Looks like you You hear strike 1, talkin' s**t, strike 2 Won't be a strike 3, cuz I don't play fair I'ma look you in your eye While he hit you from the rear Be like "Yeah, holdin' you up cuz you fallin'" The Lord ain't comin' till niggaz stop callin' You was ballin' a minute ago In it for dough Till it was "Yo, I swear to God, I didnt know"
Jason entered the ring, and the cheers turned to boos pretty quickly. The King of Sexy gave his jacket to the timekeeper, revealing a T-shirt reading "KING OF SEXY" in the Red Sox famous typeface, the back bearing his surname and, of course, the number 69. His navy blue trunks featured his name on the back, the B represented by the Sox logo. Jason was never one to miss an opportunity to piss off New Yorkers. He threw out a quick "suck it" taunt, receiving a mixed reaction. Now he joined the rest of the combatants waiting for the final person.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2016 3:58 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2016 10:13 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2016 10:16 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2016 10:21 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2016 10:34 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2016 11:43 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2016 12:02 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2016 1:50 am
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