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 Posted: Thu May 05, 2016 7:19 pm
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Making a miraculous and immediate recovery the older half of the newly reunited O.G Midnight Marauders rips himself from the gurney with astonishing strength and vigor for a man who had just suffered a heart attack. With fire in his belly a renewed spirit the Arabic Jew springs from his position springing up to his feet! For the first time in over a year the new school gold chain wearing Fly Emirates were reunited in the center of the ring. As bits of trash pelted the side of the squared circle the defending Champion looks towards one of his REAL trainees. A man who had Freaks respect. A man who the CEO considered an equal AND a very sharp dresser. A man who in his absence had consolidated the majority ownership of the Midnight Marauders International. A man who was everything Hiro wanted to be, rich, famous, respected, friends with Freakshow and a winner. If it were any other situation, a bro-hug would have commenced but rather the Champion had a midcarder to eat. Whirling around he dives at Hiro to hook the leg for a deep pin!
"COUNT COUNT COUNT!!"
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2016 8:58 pm
Bad Boy was willing himself to his feet, using the apron to help himself out, the blood slowly going down his face. By the time the LIONCOCK happened, he was up to his head, looking into the ring to see what happened. The third man he never met before, but heard and watched plenty of, Brantley Summers! He had totally forgotten about him, which made him as shocked as everyone else! Getting to his feet, he sees Freakshow hooking the leg for the pinfall to Hiro!
ONE!.....
Bad Boy pushes his body under the bottom rope, clawing his way towards the middle! Luckily he was at an angle where Brantley Summers couldn't see him as he posed for the crowd in victory.
TWO!....
The ref's hand is about to come down for the three, but Bad Boy, much like Hiro did earlier, pounced onto Freakshow! Hitting him with a diving forearm to the head! The crowd erupted seeing the Midnight Marauders weren't getting away with their antics THAT easily!
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2016 11:15 pm
The forearm connects sending Freakshow sprawling onto his back. Holding at the back of his head he sits up and see's the wild card, Bad Boy. Wincing he holds his hands up looking towards Summers who appeared to be frozen still as a statue upon delivering the Lion c**k. Near the opposite corner a beaten, bloodied and battered Staff Member Russo begins to stir. Swallowing hard he blinks, knowing that he had the pronounced advantage of being the fresh man in the match and having not one but two individuals helping his cause. On his a** and dazed from the forearm shot he shouts to his one time ally in a last ditch effort to secure his very, very shaken allegiance. "Y-You ********! You're OUTNUMBERED!!"
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 10:59 pm
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 11:42 pm
Bad Boy had saved the match by hitting that forearm into the back of the head of Freak. Rolling to his side, he slowly pushed himself to a knee, hearing Freakshow make his threat, as he looked up at Brantley Summers, worried about the fact that these two were the freshest in the match, while both Hiro and Bad Boy were bloodied. He looks to get to both feet, and try to get distance so that he can prepare for the fight against the two Midnight Marauders.
But suddenly, the lights turned out! Bad Boy backed up, getting to the ropes and dropped to a knee. "Is someone playing a JOKE back there!?" was running through his mind, as if someone was cutting the lights off only to ******** with him! Then the music starts playing, and unfortunately Bad Boy has no idea who's this is! With the absence of a couple years, theme songs weren't in total memory for him. NOW the only question in his mind is "WHO IS THIS!?"
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 12:07 am
Freakshows eyes widen in panic. His pupils dilate in the darkness as while pulling himself to his feet the blonde reaches for the nearby battered and bloodied Staff Member Russo hauling him up off the ground and pulling him close, putting his manager in the firing line between himself and whoever was holding the trigger. The hyperventilating champion with his back to the corner fishes into his tights for the fork as he looks across the ring at the dark outlines of Bad Boy against the ropes, Hiro on the floor and Summers on his knees from over the shoulder of the greatest booker of all time. "Oh man..."
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 12:29 am
The music, the dance, the spectacle. All of it became increasingly familiar as the silhouettes of each and every performer came together on the stage. Things paused in place for a moment as the glow of a bright red and orange sun lit the backdrop and the LED screen of the stage. Suddenly the group burst into perfect formation with the chorus .. and light panting was heard in between the words. Someone was singing live.
"Kimi wa TAIYOU~ ..
Namida mou kawakaseru
Kagayaki INNOCENCE ..
Kutsuu tatte!
Taoretatte!
Sono egao no tamenara daijobu ..
WAITING FOR THE RISING SUN."
All dancers knelt except for the one in the lead as he spun around and punctuated a short hop forward, fist raised overhead. In sequence with an echoing BOOM, the lights shot on, and it -was- who diehard fans speculated it would be!
The Sexy Strong Stylist, Ryuu Sakamoto was here! And though the music continued to play, Ryuu ripped off the mic from the side of his face, making haste for the ring! The crowd erupted as he slid into the ring under the bottom rope, staring a hole at the human shield Russo and Freakshow in front of him. A smirk slowly crept along his features, almost beckoning the two of them to make the first move .. tense, raring, ready ...!
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 12:39 am
Hiro Shin-Mozas lay on the ground, writhing in pain even still but rolled towards the ropes now. Music began after the lights went out, and the attention of all fans and everyone in the ring was directed to the stage. Singing started with dancers filling the stage, and suddenly, a sexy, strong, stylish man appeared. Ryuu Sakamoto had returned to wrestling once more, and Hiro was extremely lucky. Thinking Freakshow would definitely pull some stunt of having help up his sleeve like every time prior, Hiro went out of his way to make sure he had a back up plan of his own: fellow countrymen and wrestling legend Ryuu Sakamoto. With a smile overtaking his pain stricken face, Hiro watched on from the ground as it looked like things were finally gonna get even.
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 8:51 am
HOLY s**t. HOLY s**t. HOLY s**t. The Shah looks back and forth in a panic shaking his head as the entire arena rumbles with excitement. The dancers. The lights. The spectacle. The Legend. Paralyzed with fear The Ayatollahs feet are as heavy as bricks as he stands motionless gripping the semi-conscious body of his booking agent with shaking hands. Those Japs. Those dirty, dirty ******** japs. He should have known, deception and duplicitousness were in there blood, treachery was second nature to the Orients as it was first nature to the Jewish. "I'M SORRY VINCE!" Placing both hands on Staff Member Russos back he shoves hard sending New Yorks Favorite son careening recklessly towards the Japanese Wrestling Sensation as a sacrificial lamb to the exalted one.
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 11:05 am
Summers broke out of the pose he was frozen in from the LIONCOCK. He was in disbelief from the events unfolding. The Shah couldn't close the deal and the Sexy, Strong, Stylist Ryuu Sakamoto was coming right after him and Freakshow. Summers' heart was skipping and his breathing pattern picked up pace as he saw Russo's body flung at Sakamoto. The Master of the LIONCOCK would drag his hands through his air waiting to see the next move he'd have to make as the cold shivers flew down his back.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 11:35 am
Russo was sent stumbling at Ryuu, and quick on his feet (but not on his posts lol), he took a quick pivot and bent his right arm in, swinging his padded elbow for the the staff member's jawline! The CRACK of the maneuver echoed through the arena as the Roaring Elbow connected, taking Russo out of the picture!
Turning his attention now to Summers who seemed like he was either pissing his pants or frozen in fear, Ryuu licked his lips for a second, before taking charge at that man. Getting ahold of Summers' ears with both hands, he'd raise him to a full stand and rear back to crush the top of his forehead into his nose before turning and tossing him out of the ring over the ropes!
Grinning, he peered back over his shoulder to see Bad Boy recovering in the corner. Slowly turning around to face him .. Ryuu pointed directly at him and winked before bursting off into another charge! Picking up speed as he approached Bad Boy, he'd raise his right leg, attempting to just BURST his boot right through Bad Boy's face with a variation of the SAIKYOU! High Kick!!
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 12:06 pm
Bad Boy watched as Ryuu took out Russo and BS, a bit of shock horror on his face. The struggle of keeping himself on his feet was real! But he knew he had to get at Ryuu and attempt to take him down! Unfortunately, coming back after months of vacation showed well. Ryuu was able to sprint all the way to the corner, and drill the boot into the jaw of Bad Boy! His head was forced back into the corner, his neck stretched in an awkward position, his back leaned a way it's not supposed to bend! Soon he would slip off and go off to the side, dropping to his side, the blood dripping down from his face as he would stay down near the apron. The whiplash effect taking place in Bad Boy's head, not much he can do in this situation but stay down!
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 12:20 pm
Taking a moment to savor the crowd, the moment, he left his leg hanging over the top rope, grabbing onto the cables. Peering out into the thousands in attendance, he stepped back and spotted the battered Hiro. Walking over, he extended a hand down to him and pointed across the entire stadium.
"This is your big moment, and you're deciding to take a nap?"
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 12:30 pm
Ryuu had taken out most all of the extra protection Freakshow had introduced, as well as the other challenger, leaving nothing but the two Japanese men, and the racist, desperate champion. Hiro looked up at Ryuu as he got close, and he questioned what the God of Will was doing on the ground, in his same friendly tone. A tone that Hiro had gotten used to after the years. Reaching out his hand, Hiro took hold of Ryuu's and was helped to his feet, leaning back on the ropes to stay up. Hiro's eyes filled with emotion as he looked around at the cheering fans, the bodies at ringside, and the determination on the face of Ryuu. He knew inviting the Sexy Strong Stylist to the show this evening was a good idea. "You didn't have to come out here...but I'm glad you did." Hiro leaned forward and tried to stand on his own but lost his balance for a moment and used Ryuu's shoulder to stay up. Gaining his balance finally, both men looked across the ring at a scared-shitless Freakshow. Hiro looked to Ryuu as if to say, "I've got it from here." His elder in wrestling. His inspiration. His teacher. His friend. Hiro took a step forward from Ryuu, and threw up his hands in a boxing stance. his heart pounding out of his chest. This was it, finally. The REAL Freakshow. The God of Will. One on one, with all other factors gone for now. It was finally time.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 12:33 pm
"Of course. I always carry my backup dancers and my gear with me wherever I go.
If you don't win, you're next."
A chuckle and a pat to the back of Hiro's shoulder and Ryuu slid out of the ring, ditching out of the scene out and around the ramp so the crowd can refocus on the match.
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