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 Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 5:01 pm
This Triple Threat Cage Match will be for the GzW Destruction Championship.
Introducing first..
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 10:55 pm
(Sorry... I have no time for Gaia... So... I am going to have to quit... Sorry)
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 6:44 am
An unfamiliar bass line begins over the arena's giant PA System, some fans know the song as Red Hot Chili Peppers- Readymade, but none know whose face is linked to this entrance song. Suddenly the camera locks in on a section of the crowd about thirty rows up where a group of fans were causing a camotion. From the crowd, stepped a man wearing red wrestling trunks, his hair was done up into a small fauxhawk. He adjusted his elbow pads as the announcer addressed who he was. He exposed a wide smile.
"Weighing in tonight at two-hundred and twenty-seven pounds. From Toronto-Ontario, Canada... Scott Honeycutt!"
Being followed by a body guard, Scott made his way down the steps of the arena. Along the way he made sure to flirt with some of the female fans, giving one his phone number written down on a card. The woman tossed it, she hadn't known yet just how great this man would become. Scott shook a man's hand near the ring barrier appearing to make friends with the crowd in attendence, however he just wanted to steal his Rolex. Scott hopped over to the ringside floor, then slid into the ring coming up feet first. Scott stepped on the second rope and leaned over, raising his armin the new Scott Honeycutt Sign, a simple thumbs up. He hopped away from the ropes and strided into the center of the ring. He appeared to to have no nerves for his first match, ever. He strecthed out his arms and neck as he waited for his oppenant to enter.
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