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P R O J E C T Jinx Captain
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 Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 6:09 pm
Co-Main Event:
Shark Pit Roulette Match
(PWS Nautical Championship)  PWS' New Mid-Card Title that will be presented to the winner of the Co-Main Event
Your Prey:
Brantley Summers - 1
Cyrus Leone - 2
Nameless - 3
Salem Croft - 4
Hiro - 5
Talon - 6(Use the Random Number Generator)
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DankTectonics rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 7:20 pm
IF YOU PUT YOUR DIRTY BLACK HANDS ON ME
IMMA PUT YA BACK IN JAIL
Don't Put Your Hands on Me by Charley Jordan blasts throughout the whole arena. Brantley walked out and spun the wheel with a microphone preparing to announce himself, he was really going to outdo himself with this one. He looked at his opponents and smirked before he announced his entrance. He had rolled five meaning he would have to pin Hiro.
"Coming to the ring, BRANTLEY SUMMERS!"
With that Brantley stepped off the stage and lazily walked down the ramp. He threw smoke bombs in an attempt to make the crowd excited. That would've worked if everyone didn't hate him. Brantley sent a cue to the special effects man and strobes lights and more bright flashing lights started going of. A man in the front row had a seizure and Brantley laughed at him before rolling in the ring. He then went to a turnbuckle and lifted his gloved arm up in a victorious manner before hopping down and waited for the ring.
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HiroShinMozas rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 8:47 pm
The opening guitar riff to Godsmack's "I ******** Hate You" began to play over the PA, and the fans quickly began booing while Hiro's voice started to emanate from the PA.
For everything you do, I'd like to swallow you
And everyday I'm gonna blame you
Even if you justify every ******** bullshit lie
It only makes me want to break you
You pull me down and you crucify my name
You make me insane
It's broken now don't ever look my way
Don't even think I'm playin'
'CAUSE I ******** HATE YOU,
YOU'RE SUCH A LIAR!
AND I LOVE TO HATE YOU,
YOU'RE ALL THE SAME TO ME!
When you repeated me, take advantage of me
The only thought I get of you sickens me
Everybody knows your fate, you're everything I ******** hate
And I'm everything that you could never be
Hiro Shin-Mozas stepped out from the back, and immediately was met with louder boos then before. He looked down at the ring, and shook his head at Brantley, who spun the wheel and found out he had to pin Hiro to win. He looked over at the wheel, himself, and gave it a hard spin. Finally, it landed on five once again! Hiro began to smile wickedly, realizing that he just rolled himself, meaning he could pin ANYONE. He started his way down the ramp, and entered the ring, joining Brantley. He then looked back up at the stage, hoping that no one else would roll a five tonight.
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Mister Mirage generated a random number between
1 and 6 ...
1!
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 12:00 pm
Here's the weight of the world on my shoulders...The music paused for a moment then wheel of fireworks went off around the titantron followed by a huge explosion. THE WORLD IS AFTER ME!"Weighing in at 225 pounds, from Phoenix, Arizona, the best has finally come, the one, the only, the man of dreams, Cyrus THE DREAM Leone!"Cheers erupted from the audience as Cyrus stepped out on stage. He smirked as he looked down at the ring at the other two competitors and finally spun the wheel. Number 1, which meant his target was the man already in ring, Brantly Summers. He walked down the ramp and rolled into the ring. He looked around at the cheering fans and motioned for gold around his waist.THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD IS AFTER MEEEEE!
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TheXFactor generated a random number between
1 and 6 ...
2!
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 2:21 am
Mudvayne - Scream With MeEver feel like dying? Ever feel alone?
Ever feel like crying? Lost child in a store.
Ever feeling pushing, shoving you away?
Ever feel like breaking down? Funeral in the rain.
Feel like slipping away...Suddenly just before the next word in the song hit the PA, a large wall of fireworks exploded across the stage, nearly engulfing the entire set, almost reaching the top of the titantron. The crowd was cheering wildly as they waited the arrival of Talon. Stand in the corner and scream with me!!
A body full of empty!
A head that's full of rage, better believe it! "Making he's way to the ring, weighing in at 228 pounds, he hails from Compton California.. The Bird of Prey! Talon!!!"Just as the sparks and flames dissipated from explosion of pyrotechnics, Talon walked out from the back a stern look on his face as he scanned the crowd. He spun the wheel, and looked at the number it had stopped on. Cyrus Leone. His fists clenched as he descended the ramp. He marched down the ramp, and up the steel steps, seeming like he had an attitude. Talon stepped though the ropes and into the ring. He then made his way across the ring, climbed the ropes, and threw one fist to the air, as his other grabbed the top rope, he had his feet on the bottom and second rope. With his fist held high and scanned the crowd with a mean look. By this time the crowd had stopped cheering and was more less letting out a mixed reaction. Talon then stepped down from the ropes, and head to a corner, removing his hoodie and stretching for the up coming match.
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Claire Hawkins generated a random number between
1 and 6 ...
3!
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 10:35 am
the lights went out and Arch Enemy's Dead Eyes See No Future began to sound throughout the arena. The lights dimmed down and only a single spotlight remained, totally and utterly concentrated upon the center of the stage. Giving our blood
To the doomsday machine
Fighting for ravaged land
A worthless gain
Marching on a dead end road
A violent new disorder
Feeding off mistrust
Forgot what we were fighting for
A worthless aim
A victory stinking of despair A rather large and menacing man soon walked out from backstage, a huge blast of pyro going off as he stepped into the spotlight. Without so much as an indication of realizing that a massive pyro exploded next to him as he walked across the stage, Nameless dutifully walked down the ramp and to the ring. Once he reached the ring side area, he got up onto the ring apron and stepped into the ring in a rather uncaring manner. He then backed himself into the remaining corner and continued to stare forward. Was he even watching for his foe? "At a height of six feet nine inches, weighing it at 295 pounds.............The Voice of the voiceless........The face of the faceless.....This is The Nameless!"
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Salem Croft rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 1:41 pm
After the last few seconds of music had played from Lauri's theme, a slow, melodic bass line would infect the stands, provoking feet to tap and heads to bob as a dense fog started to smother the stage floor. A simple kick bass started to keep time mere measures after, a haunting ensemble that heralded Salem to the stage - dressed in his signature buckled pants and wrist wraps. "I'm gonna fight 'em off...
A seven-nation army couldn't hold me back...
They're gonna rip it off...
Takin' their time right behind my back...
And I'm talkin' to myself at night, because I can't forget..."As though hypnotized by Jack White's haunting vocal deliveries, Salem bobbed his head to the beat, slowly raising his hands to encourage the arena to get louder, already clapping in time with the thump of Meg White's pedal. "Back and forth through my mind, behind a cigarette..."As the cymbals clashed to the escalating guitar riff, Salem's eyes widened, hands clenched into fists high above his head. "And the message coming from my eyes says 'Leave it alone'...!"Throwing his hands down, the stage erupted into a plume of flame that dissolved the fog and obscured Salem in triumphant swirls of red and orange. Emerging through the wall of fire, Salem sailed through the flames and landed on the ramp as the stage was momentarily engulfed in pyro. Turning with a smirk over to the wheel, Salem would grasp one of the pegs and give it a heavy spin... The wheel of misfortune spun round and round, circling the names like chambers of a gun. Salem anxiously waited to see which one he'd be pulling the trigger on, tonight, and was all too delighted when the arrow slowed and stopped at Brantley Summers. Turning to face the ring, the last of the evening's competitors made his way to the ropes as his music died out, stepping up and into the ring with a stone-cold stare that never once wavered from Brantley.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 1:48 pm
Hiro looked around at the other 5 men. None of them was a stranger to him, it had just been a while since he found himself in the ring with Brantley Summers. The ref quickly called for the bell, and Hiro immediately looked to escape the ring, and head over by the announce table!
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 2:02 pm
Obviously no one liked Brantley, though he couldn't quite figure out why. There were two people in the ring that were after him so he didn't want to stay there by any means. Instead of staying where he was not wanted, he would get out of the ring and attempt to chase after Hiro, the man he had to pin. Summers wanted to hurry the match up and get out of here so he went at Hiro with a thunderous motion.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 2:08 pm
Hiro hopped out of the ring, and to the ground surrounding it, he then looked back into it, only to see Brantley Summers on his way over to where he came. Hiro looked shocked, and started to take a few steps back, preparing for Brantley's imminent arrival!
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 2:15 pm
Summers turned away from Hiro, not really caring anymore. He was going to play this match nonchalant and cool. Everyone in the crowd may hate Summers, but they knew he was competitor and would do everything in his power to win. Eventually.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 2:17 pm
Hiro was kinda surprised, but he figured he'd take advantage of the ADHD that Brantley has displayed over his career, and continue his way to the announce table, backing over to it while keeping an eye on the ring.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 2:24 pm
Cyrus rolled out of the ring and decided to rush Brantley with a running dropkick, while he wasn't showing much activity.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 2:26 pm
Brantley was caught staring into the lights as he was slapped in the face by the feet of Cyrus Leone. He was sent over the barricade and into a couple of fans' laps as he held his face, feeling some excruciating pain around the cheek region. He's felt worse dropkicks, but he's normally paying attention during those, this is a danger of the multi-man matches.
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