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 Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 2:08 pm
Drew: "The following is a number one contender's match for the NBWA Championship! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 4:28 pm
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags goes up,
Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.
*"Going the Distance" By Cake begins playing*
They deftly manouver and muscle for rank,
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank,
Wreckless and wild they pour thru the turns,
Their prowless is podent and secretly stern.
*Fire works shoot up in front of the entrance as Alex Ryder rides out on a motorcycle*
As they speed thru the finish the flags go down.
The fans get up, and get out of town.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can
*Ryder revs up his motor cycle as fire shoots out from the stage*
"Ladies and gentlemen, weighing in at 350lbs and standing 6'11" tall, Alex Ryder!"
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup,
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns,
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
*Ryder rides down to the ring high fiving fans*
He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone, all alone in her time of need.
*Ryder stops his motor cycle in front of the ring and gets off, leaving his helmet behind.*
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's going the distance.
*Ryder climbs into the ring*
Yeah!
*Ryder taunts in the middle of the ring as he waits for his opponent*
No trophy, no flowers, no flash bulbs, no wine.
He's haunted by something he cannot define.
Bowel shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
Assail him, impale him with monster truck force.
In his mind he's still driving, still making the grade.
She's hoping time that her memories will fade,
Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns,
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
Cause he's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone, all alone in her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's figting and biting and riding on his horse,
He's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's figting and biting and riding on his horse!
He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
He's going the distance...
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 3:41 pm
Troublemaker boomed over the arena for Duane was starting his entrance. The crowd began to boo before Duane even stepped onto the ramp. The crowd's boo signaled Duane to come out as he had the worlds most arrogant smirk on his face. The announcer with a little excitement in his voice said " Making his way to the ring from Hotlanta weighing in at 232 pounds he is Duane Wages!!!!!"Duane stood at the head of the ramp pointing at the fans and laughing. The red and orange pyrotechnics skyrocketed into the air in a sensational fashion. He then started to throw up the Simply Sensational taunt with the crowds boo's getting progressively louder. Duane continued down the ramp seemingly feeding off of the crowd's hate. Before making it to the ring he would Peace up A-Town down the crowd. Finally, he would make it into the ring looking at the crowd and posing. The boo's started to quiet down as Duane waited on his opponent.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 10:11 pm
*Alex walked up to his opponent and offered a test of strength.*
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 10:10 am
Duane accepted attempting to push him into a corner.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 1:50 pm
*Alex was pushed near the corner, but attempted to overpower Duane and toss him into the corner instead.*
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 4:45 pm
Duane was thrown into the corner.
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 7:39 pm
*Alex would attempt a shoulder thrust into the stomach of Duane.*
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 1:01 pm
The shoulder thrust connected.
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 1:56 pm
*Alex would then attempt to a strong right to the head of Duane.*
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 11:56 pm
[auto-hit]
*Alex hits the right, he then attempts to grab Duane and toss him toward the middle of the ring.*
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 4:24 pm
Duane was tossed toward the middle of the ring.
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 12:51 pm
*Ryder would then run up and attempt to lock in a headlock on Duane.*
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NeverWannaStay rolled 1 100-sided dice:
34
Total: 34 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 2:17 pm
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