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Post by Nathan Michaels on Feb 2, 2013 13:12:32 GMT -5
*'Step up' by Drowning pool hits the arena speaker system which meant the arrivial of only one man; Nate Michaels, and right on que the man known as Big Red red steps out from the back to a roar of cheers. He lights up the stage with his machine gun entrance and heads to the ring. He's handed a mic and he walks to the center of the ring*
"So last week I defeated the Hood for the second straight time, and while it is odd I do feel redeemed. For weeks now I had been struggling with personal issues, which caused me to lash out at anything and anyone around.
So the question right now is...who wants to come out here and face me? This is the chance for someone to step up to the big time. So who's it gunna be?"
*Nate leans against the ropes as he awaits for someone to answer his challenge*
"The sooner the better!"
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Post by Buck Wylde on Feb 2, 2013 15:13:23 GMT -5
Some retro porn music hits. Somebody that Nate is all too familiar with. Buck Wylde comes out to the stage, forgoing his normal sparkler entrance. He removes his hat, clasping it to his chest, taking a bow towards the man in the ring before finally removing a microphone that was being held out of his pants by his johnson.
"Mornin' Nate!"
Buck lowered the microphone, waiting to be acknowledged back. Frowning, he continues.
"How rude... you don't say 'morning' back? Double-Yoo-Tee-Eff, dooood? How you expectin' to have a bitch make you breakfast in the A-M? I guess we could look up that ex-wife ya had while we was back in Toronto and akz her..."
Buck's lip twisted up into a grin.
"How you been since then? Been a while since you had some Fam fuckin' with you, ain't it? I remember them days... they was awesome. But, the hell with reminiscin'... you said something about Big Time? Well, I have a Big Dick, so I totally thought you were talking about me anyways. I just never knew I had to pin yer ass to prove it. Guess I thought wrong, huh?
You want yer match, I'm standin' right here, fella."
Buck spreads his arms, stepping a half step back as he takes in the full sight of one of the most dominant men he's ever competed against in his career.
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Post by Nathan Michaels on Feb 3, 2013 20:38:30 GMT -5
*Nate sighs and can't help but smile*
"Buck Wylde...I was wondering when you and I would cross paths again. But I am glad to see your willing to step up to the plate and face me in a fight.
Still the usuall sleezy self I see, I though I read a story about you ODing on set, seems that was all a lie eh?"
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Post by Buck Wylde on Feb 4, 2013 8:19:49 GMT -5
"Really? See, I told everyone it was autoerotic asphyxiation in Candice's closet. Heh, fun world. Either way that whole story was about as fake as my old tattoos. Them temporary ones were real rough to keep up on day in and day out. Started to smear during a match sometimes too. But, once the pimp after me died, I guess I could rise from my David Carradine'd grave again. So, you ready to be "Nathan Michaels: Zombie Killer" tonight? Cuz I'm ready to slap the shit out of you!"
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