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[Alexander Dramien] vs Rex Kobra

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PostPosted: Tue Aug 26, 2014 3:26 pm


"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..."
PostPosted: Sat Aug 30, 2014 1:21 am


"Ready or not, here I come," Rex's voice echoed from the speakers as the lights went out and an image came up on the titantron of Rex Kobra placing a wet sloppy kiss on the lips of a woman who looked as if she were in her eighties, as a chuckle seeped from the speakers. As the short burst of laughter died down, the arena was bathed in crimson light as Combichrist's Throat Full of Glass started to pulse into the atmosphere. After a few seconds, there was an eruption of fire on the stage, and Kobra made his way onto the stage. He was clad in a a pair of assless chaps and a g-string. He moved to the edge of the stage, placed his hands behind his head, looked to the crowd and gyrated his hips as a burst of white fireworks erupted behind him.

Beyond cruel received
The comfort in a broken heart
Now palette shades
An image after life

Alone, surrounded by a million faces
One by one
I see the judgment in your eyes



Shooting his gaze back to the ring, gave a final thrust of his hips before lowering his hands and starting down the ramp. His steps were slow and methodical, his eyes locked on the ring. A deviant grin hung at his lips as he eyed his opponent. As he strode he cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders, readying himself for the battle that was going to commence. In the middle of the ramp, he stopped and looked out at the audience. "And introducing...weighing in at 328 lbs....hailing from your Darkest Desires, and most Sinister Secrets. He is the Rexual Deviant...The Vile Defiler....Rex Kobra."

Like a disease
I'm always in the wrong
And now the numbness wearing off
Can't stand the pain

I get in line, I always do
Need to be patient while perfecting
That's the sign


Rex raced forward as his name as announced to the crowd and slid under the bottom rope. As he slid to a stop in the ring, he shot up to his feet and turned his attention to the crowd. He marched to a turnbuckle and climbed to the second rope where he extended his arms to the sides before reaching down and making a masturbatory gesture in front of his crotch with his right hand. With a wild grin, he dropped back down and moved to the opposite turnbuckle where he did the same thing. Once he was finished making obscene gestures to the audience, he dropped down and leaned in the corner, his eyes locked onto the ramp as he waited for the next opponent.

I cannot help it, can't decline
It's always better down the line
I'm in the wrong and I've done it all before

And I wish I'd never been
And I know it's just a dream
Now I'm blind, I can open my eyes

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PostPosted: Sat Aug 30, 2014 10:22 pm


Into Sandy's City (Gothic Remix) - Doom II

[0:00 - 0:31] The sound of an 8-bit organ began to quietly play over the speakers, just faint enough for ears to hear the sound of it. Gradually, it began to get louder as a subtle snare drum played behind it. With each hit, the lights flickers on and off, beginning to seizure to the dysfunctional beat. As the music got louder, the lights began to stay off. While some fought to remain on, the arena entered complete darkness once a dying gasp echoed through the room.

[0:32 - 0:48] A loud crash echoed through the arena and the building seemed to barely vibrate with the noise. Dim lights emitted from the base of the stage, and standing at the top was the silhouette of a man. While no features were recognizable in the man, it was clear that he wore a mask; the eyeholes and the mouth-slits of it emitted a bright light in the darkness, making it appear as if a face was simply floating in the air. As the fans began to look around, they soon realized that he wasn't alone. Many faces in the crowd were apparently wearing the same mask, with the lights illuminating from the openings of it.

The organ was louder and more out-of-key after the crash. The faint sound of moaning voices followed after it, and the man remained firm on the stage all the while. [0:49 - 1:20] It wasn't until the drumbeat kicked in that he began to step down the ramp, causing the dimmed lights on the rampway to pulse with the beat. With each step he took, the illuminated faces in the crowd would flash off, then reappear elsewhere, sending chills down the spine of whoever they ended up near. [1:20 - 1:36] When the organ moved up to its original octave, the ramp's lights flashed off, along with the man's illuminated mask. Spotlights flashed around the arena with the soprano gasp-like moans, as if trying to spot the man who mysteriously disappeared. Alas, they never landed on one of the illuminated faces in the crowd. Each time, the bright eyeholes managed to avoid the spotlights that searched for tonight's competitor.

[1:37 - 1:44] As the organ's pattern suddenly changed, the spotlights gave up their search. A spasm of a drumbeat shook the arena, causing the lights to flicker for the first time since they went out. Slowly, the ghostly moans brought the music back to its original pattern, along with raising the lights...

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And in the ring stood the jumpsuit-clad figure with a metallic mask covering his face. His mask no longer shone with bright lights. Thick, long black locks hung down the sides of his face, hiding whatever skin the mask didn't. His piercing eyes looked like they could deliver death upon the happiest of men. All around the arena, the illuminated gazes seemed to disappear. Wherever they were originally, fans sat instead, causing many to sit in utter confusion. What exactly had happened during this man's appearance?

The organs continued to play for a short time as the announcer finally spoke up.

"Weighing in at 190 pounds, and standing at 5 feet and 9 inches... From Dortmund, Germany... Alexander Dramien...!"

The haunting music faded away slowly, leaving Alexander to stand in the ring with his opponent of the evening. His unblinking eyes pierced right into Kobra's, as if looking to stab his very soul with his gaze. He stayed in place, waiting for the bell.
PostPosted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 10:41 pm


Rex shoved himself out of the corner as the bell rang and slowly started toward his opponent. While the stare and the mask and everything would probably confuse and intimidate others, it held no effect on him. He dealt with angry people in masks for fun and they usually had whips. With a smirk, he moved to his opponent where he would go for a basic lock-up.

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PostPosted: Wed Sep 03, 2014 11:01 pm


The unblinking figure moved forward and accepted the lock-up, immediately trying to slip behind Rex wrap his arms around the man in a waist lock. If successful, he'd drop down and attempt to pull Rex down for a quick schoolboy pin!
PostPosted: Tue Sep 16, 2014 11:13 am


[The winner of this contest is Alexander Dramien via submission.]

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