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 Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 1:08 pm
 Billie Joe: OUR NEXT CONTEST IS SET FOR ONE FALL. YOUR REFEREE.. TIM LOPEZ!
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 11:52 pm
 The lights dimmed out, only to be followed by a flashing strobe light as Psycho Holiday by Pantera starts to blast from the P.A. System. Moments later the lights flash back on as a man stands on the Friday Night Nightmare stage bouncing up and down, headbanging to the music in an almost uncomfortable looking fashion. He then threw his arms out at his sides and screamed at the top of his lungs before dead sprinting all the way to the ring, sliding inside, and pouncing up. "Frustration! Has Taken! Its Control!"Joe screamed with the lyrics to his theme songs before laughing for really no reason. Signaling for a microphone, his music cut off, as he lifted it to his lips. "Now I know your asking yourself..... Who the hell is this guy? Well just so you know, your looking at the greatest mind to ever step foot in a wrestling ring! Now your asking yourself.... What makes this no name jackass think so highly?.......... And the answer is because my mentor Dr. Drew said so!" He said with a crooked smile as he turned over to his left and high-fived the air next to him, as if there was a person there ."Isn't that right?!?" He explained with excitement, talking to the air he just high fived. "Within the next few months, everyone will know my name, EVERYONE will know my game, and how I play! EVERYONE will know what I stand for! And EVERYONE will want to break of a piece, of J-O-E" The man stated with such confidence, yet a sadistic, almost creepy overtone. "Now you all know! Now you know I, Joe Monroe, am the next TARGET in X2W!" He said with a confident smirk, pointing at the bulls-eye on his shirt when he stated target, and raising two fingers when he stated x 2 w. "Yet I must stop my rantings, for your small brains have probably taken in WAAAAY to much information within this brief introduction. So on with the show! Get this monkey out here!" Joe said, before dropping his mic, and kicking it out of the ring. Joe walked over to the ropes, and sat on the middle one, lifting to top one, as if he was helping a person exit the ring. His eyes and body language followed the invisible person as "they" left the ring. He smiled, nodded,and tossed his shirt off, before backing into his corner. Instantly Joe's eyes and body changed, as he began to throw shadow punches as he hopped back and forth awaiting his opponents arrival to the ring. 
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 7:50 am
"Tonight" by Seether ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XTpcxVrKOm ) hits the PA system Billie Joe: Ladies and Gentlemen, making his way to the ring at this time.... From New York City, New York...... weighing in at 255 pounds..... The Self Proclaimed Jack of All Trades...... JACK FRRRRRRREHLEYYYYYY!!! Jack paces excitedly out from behind the curtain and stands in front of the crowd as they look on, not yet knowing what to think of Jack. Jack began a confident strut to ringside. As he got to the ring steps, he walked past them and over to the time keeper's table. He grabbed a microphone..... "Yo, Snapperhead! Shut off that music right now! Jack Frehley is speaking!" He demanded. He looked around at the audience as they began to boo his heel antics. "You people honestly don't deserve to see The Jack of All Trades in action. You people don't even deserve to be graced with my presence...." He stops and looks over at a shouting fan, ".....See that lip you keep runnin'? Shove it in your pocket or I will shove it up your a**....PROMISE!" He stepped onto the ring steps as he removed his jacket and shades. "Jack Frehley is a true New Yorker through and through, So I'm not runnin' from a fight. So, even though you people should go home and pull out your wee-wees and fantasize about the night you got to see Jack Frehley. You will be honored to see me kick this Schizophrenic, Narcissistic, mono-toned jerk-off's a** all the way back to the Asylum he crawled out of!" Jack stepped between the ring ropes and charged at Joe attempting a huge hay-maker, sucker punch before the bell even tolled
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 9:27 pm
Oddly enough, Jack had planned exactly what Joe was gonna do. Joe leaned backwards, dodging most of the power of the haymaker, though it did connect. Spit flew from his mouth, but nonetheless he threw a few hard left and rights, aimed for the face and ribs of his opponent.
((Sorry, i know this is basically throwing the match, but after about 3pm central tm I wont be able to post for about a week.))
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 4:13 am
((Talk to the owner, maybe he will grant ya some extension or something))
Jack was caught off gaurd by the first few hits, and backed up away from the barrage, as if a boxer
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 5:36 am
Joe stepped forward, feigning another punch, but going for a sweeping leg kick to the side of Jack's knee.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 7:13 am
Jack hopped up, pulling his knees towards his chest, to land on the opposite side of Joe's leg sweep. He would then attempt a pele' kick to Joe's head
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 8:24 am
((He said to talk to you, so its up to you.))
The kick connected and Joe stumbled backwards resting on the ropes shaking his head, trying to knock the cobwebs loose.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 2:03 pm
Jack stood and charged in for another clothesline attempt, this time the hit would knock Joe into the corner and if successful, he'd follow up with a bulldog.
((take all the time ya need, kid))
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 9:50 pm
Joe luckily dodged the clothesline, as he stumble under the arm, he reached back for Jack's head, attempting a neckbreaker.
((Im baaack!))
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 11:09 am
Jack hit the canvas hard, and felt his neck suddenly wrench with pain. He'd felt as though he'd been hit with a sledgehammer. He laid still trying to gather himself
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 11:30 am
Joe rolled onto his side to continue the attack, attempting to wrap his right arm around Jacks head, locking with his left. He would try to wrench backwards on his opponents neck, while trying to hook a leg to keep him locked into position.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 7:23 am
As Jack felt himself being locked in, he squirmed to the ropes and clenched on for dear life, forcing the referee to break up the hold
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 4:22 pm
Joe hopped up quickly after having the ref break up his hold. Shoving the ref aside, he attempted a soccer style kick to Jacks neck.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 6:25 am
Jack anticipated foul play, he WAS a dirty player after all. He'd roll out of the ring, without a second to lose and grab Joe's foot and attempt to pull him out of the ring, under the bottom rope.
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