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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2019 3:00 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2019 5:13 pm
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The crowd would jump from their seats at the sign the cameras were rolling once more, capture their essence and the atmosphere. They were ready for some action and thats what they would be given. But a small surprise would come soon.
King: Butler Trent looks to capture a win after the last show ended in poor taste for him. One can only guess what he is willing to do tonight! JR: One can only imagine. After all, he did talk out of his butt and proceeded to get said butt kicked. King: It was a fluke and you know it, JR!
The duo would fight amongst themselves per usual but it seemed like their conversation would be cut short as an unfamiliar theme would play. One from a distant memory. From a familiar face that has quite a bit of history within this business. A man who has came back and left like a wind passing through. The music had a heavy beat that would introduce the fans to a club. But not just any club.
The Broken Neck Club.
The Broken Neck Club would play as this coild only mean one thing. It wasnt Butler Trent who was making an appearance. It's the one who always claimed to be the original. The one that lost to Cartwright years ago and created Butler Trent. It was Trent. The crowd didnt know what to think as they definitely expected someone else, but after a brief moment of shock, a large margin of cheers would be uttered from the crowd for the returning superstar who would take his first steps out to greet his original home.
It definitely wad a breath taking sight for the returning Trent who looked around the building. Taking in every face. It was a weird feeling being cheered by the thousands when he was always the one who was disliked by the masses and preferred it to be that way. But it was different now. He was home and caught in this storm of appreciation. After catching hinself in the moment, he would proceed to take a glimpse at the ring before continuing to journey forward.
The Broken Neck Club's enforcer of sorts would make his way to ringside in his black tights that seemed on the tight side. Wearing a shirt that would say "Time to Break Another" while the backside would showcase the Broken Neck Club name. No one has really seen this gimmick of sorts played out, at least in this business. But they know it came with an attitude. Aggression, swiftness, and anger are all ways to describe the style of combat used for said Club so one can only expect the worst when he gets into the ring. But its that attitude and style that is also a big draw and guarantees an interesting contest. This match expecting to be nothing less.
Original Trent would habe made it to ringside. Hopping onto the apron and immediately entering the ring through the second rope. Stomping on the mat twice to remember the feeling of the mat. He has stepped away for a long time and definitely will have a bit of rust. But he is a larger man then he used to be. Billed in tonight at 242 lbs. His original stature being much smaller. The theme would cut off and now the only sounds were the steps Trent made inside the ring and the audience participating by throwing in some cheers, awaiting his opponent.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2019 6:04 am
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What If hits the PA and the lights dim. Blue, purple, and pink lights begin to flash in time with the opening chords. As the guitar riff kicks up and the lyrics hit, Janelle Damone steps out from behind the curtain to an eruption of cheers. The female Damone is dressed in black lowriders and a matching tank top, with an outline of her own face etched into it in pink, a new shirt for her, and her hair cut down to shoulder length. The form fitting outfit is a far cry from her earlier baggier clothes, a distinctly more feminine look
What if.. every guy I saw What if.. sitting down at the bar What if.. I told him to give me a call What if.. what if, what if, what if What if.. every guy in the place What if.. was all up in my face What if.. what would you say What if.. what if, what if, what if
as the first verse hits, Janelle moves across the stage, looking out into the sea of fans filling the arena, moving to the music, then across to the other side of the stage
"Making her way to the ring, from St. Louis, Missouri, Janelle Damone!"
I hate a jealous man, one who doesn't understand That I'm attractive so of course men wanna take my hand And lead me off round the corner maybe to their place But when they speak you get mad, jumping all up in my face
now in standing at the head of the ramp, she rocks to the particular high point in the song and purple pyro shoots off on the stage behind her.
But on the other hand when women come and speak to you You kiss and hug them like it's something that you let me do You're only jealous cause you know the ish you put me through I might turn right around and do that ish right back to you
Janelle dashes down the ramp and slides into the ring, rising up a kneel, then getting to her feet. Moving to the ropes, she stands on the bottom rope and points out into the crowd. A burst of purple pyro comes from the turnbuckles and she steps down as the music dies out
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2019 6:09 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2019 10:30 am
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2019 3:40 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2019 3:54 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2019 4:06 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2019 4:09 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2019 4:12 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2019 4:19 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2019 4:38 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2019 4:40 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2019 4:46 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2019 4:53 pm
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