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 Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 4:55 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 5:40 pm
Coming off a pathetic loss at the Winter Pay-Per-View, Freddie was looking to redeem himself. Megadeath's "Liar" came on, starting with an amazing guitar riff. It was Freddie's cue to come out to the ring. He did with great excitement as he was welcomed to this new city with a warm appaulse. Freddie strided down the ramp acting as if he was the coolest guy in the building tonight, he only tagged the hands of the small fans. Freddie climbed up the steps as he approached them, and mocked Chris Jerichos entrance as he spun on the apron using the top rope to support his back. Inside the ring, he stopped in the center and raised his hand high in the air gesturing that he was going to win. The music and appaulse faded to a murmer.
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 9:38 am
The heretic is always better dead... Saint Jimmy by Green Day blares across the arena...
St. Joey's coming down across the alleyway...
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade...
Lights on the silhouette...
He's insubordinate...
Coming at you on the count of One, Two...
One, Two, Three, Four!
A single pyro goes off, and Saint Joey leaps onto the ramp!!
He lifts his arm, pointing upwards as he stands triumphantly on the stage!
My name is Joey and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your momma talked about
King of the forty theives
and I'm here to represent
The needle in the vein of the establishment
I'm the patron saint of denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal...
Joey runs to the ring, sliding in...
He slides to the centre of the ring, winking at a crowd member!
Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a b***h and edger allen poe
Raised in the city in the halo of lights
The product of war and fear that we've been victimized
I'm the patron saint of denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal...
He stands, climbing the turnbuckle and working the crowd!
ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?
He jumps down from the corner... taunting again for the crowd!
I'll give you something to cry about...
He waits for the bell...
SAINT JOEY! ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 3:38 am
Ding Ding
Freddie paces back and fourth as the bell rings or dings. It all depends on how you want to look at it. It is Freddie's belief that only telephone bells and old fashion alarm clock bells ring, all others actually ding much like the ring bell had just done or like church bells often ding. But can church bells count? They're more of a ---- Freddie had gotten his mind off the match for a moment, he slaps himself in the forehead and tries to concentrate.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 10:23 am
The heretic is always better dead... Joey grinned as he saw his opponent slap himself. If his opponent's head wasn't in the game, it would make his job alot easier tonight.
With the match underway, Joey went to the centre of the ring, staring at Freddie. He bent his legs a little as he began to raise his hand, offering a test of strength. ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 8:34 am
Freddie shook his head to the test of strength as he began circling around the ring.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 8:45 am
The heretic is always better dead... As Freddie turned away from the test of strength, Joey looked a little insulted. Instead of cicling around the ring opposite his opponent, like he would normally, he stood still. And if Freddie decided to move in, he would fire a hard right to his jaw! ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 8:58 am
The heretic is always better dead... The hard right jab connected. Hopefully, it would knock Freddie far enough back to the ropes, so Joey would attempt to clothesline him over them. If not, he would go for a basic clothesline. ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 5:01 am
Pressed against the ropes, Freddie saw the clothesline coming. He ducked underneath it and ran to the opposite ropes where he bounced off for more momentum as he was attempting to hit Joey with a running STO.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 9:16 am
The heretic is always better dead... Joey was caught by suprise with the STO! He fell to the ground, holding the back of his head. With it still being early in the match, he still had plenty of energy, but he would conserve it, 'playing possum', so he could go for a cheap pin when Freddie came over! ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 12:18 pm
The heretic is always better dead... ((Auto))
The roll up worked, and Joey puled the tights to try and gain an extra advantage!! ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 7:03 am
Freddie gets a shoulder up just in time.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 9:01 am
The heretic is always better dead... Joey stood quickly, knowing Freddie probably wouldn't be too happy with the attempted pin fall. He would quickly go on the assault, aiming some swift and sharp stomps to Freddie's cranium. ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 7:25 pm
Freddie was hit with the first kick, but on the second one Freddie caught Joey's leg and tried to knock him to the ground with a leg drag.
((I'm not sure what it's really called. Do you know what I'm talking about?))
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 8:16 am
The heretic is always better dead... ((You mean Dragon Whip?))
Joey was taken to the ground, trading places with Freddie in an instant. He rolled onto his knees, looking slightly confused and dazed as he turned to Freddie. ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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