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Post by Wade Mason on Jul 7, 2010 16:12:00 GMT -5
[Singles Match] Chris Maddox Vs. Abdul Kazim al-Haroon
Limit: 2 Each Maximum First Deadline: Sunday July 11th at 11:59pm EST Final Deadline: Monday July 12th at 11:59pm EST Kirsten Shelley: Last week Maddox looked dominate over Franchise and scored a moral victory leaving Franchise beaten. AK looks to win in his debut match this week.
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Post by brand on Jul 8, 2010 1:14:28 GMT -5
“When?”The voice was strained, as if the man speaking was under immense stress.“What?!”Rage was beginning to creep into the heavily accented voice.“WHO THE HELL IS CHRIS MADDOX?”A pause. A deep breath. This man was angry over something, that much was obvious.“Well, the next time you call me, you had better had more information on this 'Chris Maddox' other than he had a match last week, you got it?”A clicking sound. The phone call had ended.*** Abdul Kazim al-Haroon, a name that strikes fear in the hearts of many independent wrestlers, just landed in America. The reason? He just signed a contract with True Glory Wrestling. His mission? To establish himself as the most dominant wrestler to ever grace the planet.
Speaking of AK...*** Abdul arose from the limo, his eyes searching amongst the low-rise buildings in the San Diego area. His mirror-shaded glasses reflected the light cast down from the sun, and his Perry Ellis suit kept the rays from hitting his already tan skin. Shutting the door behind him, he stepped forward towards the entrance of the building he was parked in front of. A man greeted him, placing his hand onto Abdul's shoulder to stop him.[/i] Greeter - “Excuse me, sir. Only people who have a reservation can step into The Palace Hotel. Can I please have your name, just to make sure that you're on the list?” Abdul slipped the glasses down off of his nose, and he eyed the man with rage in his dark eyes.“I'm sure the local hospital would love the bill you're going to be paying them, because of the broken arm that you are about to receive. Now, I will kindly ask you once to remove your hand from my jacket. The next time I have to ask, your hand will be snapped at the wrist, do you understand?”The Greeter's eyes darted around. No one else was emerging from the car behind him. Abdul knew that look. The one where the prey eyes the predator to see if he had a chance. Abdul smirked underneath those expensive sunglasses, when the Palace Hotel's doors opened up. A short, plump Arabic man stepped out, his face breaking into a grin whenever he spotted Abdul.Man - “Abdul! There you are, it's about time!” “Hello, Mubdi. I would have been sooner, but your greeter here has caused me to be delayed.”The Greeter's mouth worked, but the furious stare coming from Mubdi told the story.Mubdi - “Is this true, Kyle?” The Greeter's mouth worked, but no words came out. Abdul shrugged, knocking Kyle's hand free of his suit.Mubdi - “I see... Well, Kyle... I'm not sure what I should do with you... This is one of our most prestigious guests. You're looking at a living Arabic Wrestling legend.” Kyle obviously didn't know what to say.“I know what you can do with him, you can rid him from your business. You do not need idiots like this causing harm in a place of work.”Kyle opened his mouth to object.Mubdi - “I see. Well, Kyle. His word hold lots of weight...” Kyle - “I don't understand what I did.” A smirk on the face of Abdul causes a frown on the face of Kyle. On the face of Mubdi. “You stood in a legend's path.”*** “Chris Maddox? Who exactly are you? I know that you are a man who went the distance last week with Russell Frankfurt, or whatever his name is. And that gives me promise. Why does that give me promise, you ask? Well, mainly because if you can't even pin someone as pathetic as “The D Game”, then who can you really beat? Can you even beat the announcers? The interviewers? Can you even beat busted-up Wade Mason in a one on one match? No? I didn't think so. That spells trouble for you, my friend.”
“My first match in True Glory Wrestling... No, my first match ever on American soil is against you. Do you consider yourself lucky to be in the presence of someone of my name? Of my legacy? No one since Mohammed has had the kind of following that I do in the Middle East. They have seen what I do to people there. They have seen the joints I have broken, the blood I have spilled, the tears that I have caused to rain down amongst the people. Your name will join the ranks of people that I have broken over the years. That you will be the first 'King' to fall, so to speak.”
“While I'm on the topic, how did you get the name 'The King'? You seem to embrace it like it is something that you've earned, yet, when I look at you, I seen no royalty. I see no crown. I see a fake, a wisher. I see a man who sits out in the cold, rainy streets staring at the castle, pretending to be the King. I see a peasant, a pauper. A King? You sir, are no King.”
“But me. I embrace my moniker because I have earned it. I've been through battles, I've broken men. I've made religious fanatics throw holy water my way, because I truly am “The Devil from Dubai”. I truly am the most evil, the most devastating, the most ruthless man to ever step foot on the sands of the Middle East. And now, I am the most evil man to ever step foot on this piss-poor land you call America. This shit-hole that you call 'San Diego'. At least I don't have to look at your hometown, the run-down, poor, pathetic ghetto that is Texas.”
“I had heard a funny joke, once. It was about Texas, you know? I heard that only 'steers and queers come from Texas, and you don't have any horns'. Is this true, Mr. Maddox? Is it true that only homosexuals hail from the Land That Wants To Be Mexico? If so, is that why you insist on getting in the ring with hot, sweaty men. Throwing your body all over the mat with them? I thought so.”
“So, when Animosity begins. And you hear my theme music. And you see me walk down that ramp towards you, I want you to know that you will lose this week. There will be no countout. Your arm will not be in the air. In fact, I may even walk away with a new nickname. Do you know what that nickname would be, Chris Maddox?”
“The King Slayer.”
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Post by ayrexero on Jul 11, 2010 23:01:51 GMT -5
I hope you didn’t burn up all of your frequent flyer miles flying all the way over here, Abdul, because after I beat your foreign ass, you’ll be on the first flight to whatever third world country you came from. You sit there for an entire promo and go on and on about how you’re this great Indy star and how you are going to step foot in to America and True Glory Wrestling to wreck havoc on your way to becoming the greatest wrestler alive. Well, Saddam, if you’re so great, why have I never heard of you? In this great information age, at the least, I should be able to see a web page about you, if I’m lucky maybe a Wikipedia article. But what do I see when I search for your name, Apu?
Nothing.
Yeah, exactly. Nothing at all; no articles, web pages, hell, not even a picture of you getting your face beaten in by ‘Shareek the Goat-Herder’ for the main championship in whatever bass-ackward company you wrestled for over in wherever the hell you are from. But, you are making the right move in facing me, the only noteworthy person on this worthless roster of rejects, because if by some miracle, Allah cares about your life, you’ll make it out alive, so that you can tell all these fat, lazy fans, about how you went one on one with the King and lived to tell about it.
Too bad Allah, or whatever you worship won’t be looking out for you come this Thursday. If you’re lucky, you’ll suffer the same fate Hunter did a few weeks back: I’ll pin you in the middle of the ring after beating your ass from one end of the arena to the other, you’ll come back the next week and cut a promo bitching about how much ‘better’ than me you are, and then never be heard from again. Or, you could end up like Russell did, get your face punched in, get tossed into a dumpster and get rolled right the fuck out of the arena. Or, and this one is my favorite: I’ll beat you until you are within one inch of death, pick up another win, and then continue beating your worthless body until you’re in ‘Heaven’ awaiting your 72 virgins.
Honestly, I’m not all that upset that you don’t know who I am, actually, I’m quite surprised that made it here on time for Animosity; I would have figured that you would have been on the No Fly List, or try to blow up the plane with the bomb you inserted in your shoes. You’re probably jealous of me because I didn’t have to run down to a dingy river to fill up buckets up with water to take a bath, or because I could afford shoes and not walk around like a damn animal. I do find it nice, though, that your whole little village banded together and found a little bit of cash so they could buy you that suit and plane ticket, but it’s a shame that you came all the way here to lose, but this will be an event, like I said to Russell, that you’ll be telling your grandchildren about.
You’re grossly misinformed, though, Texas is the furthest thing from ‘queer,’ you must have that confused with this hell-hole called California, because this is where all the gays come to together like butt cheeks. Even with all of them here, I can’t deny that California is where the beautiful women come, too, and before you get your head busted open by me and look even uglier than you do now, you should try and pick up a couple of women. Because, I know haven to see women covered from head to toe all day in hundred degree weather over there in camel land must lead to stanky times when it comes time to knock boots, that coupled with more hair than Grizzly Adams and the apparent deodorant famine, things must be like hell on earth.
As for you, Russell, what did I tell you all last week? I told you that you had no chance against The King. I told you that you had no reason to be in the ring with someone as great as myself. And I proved all of that when I busted you wide open and threw you into that dumpster. I see that you’ve yet to hop on to your webcam and run your mouth about how you’re going to get back at me, so I think that that beating opened your eyes to the truth of you and where you stand in this company. All that time that you thought you were the face of TGW, you were merely a place holder until a real superstar walked through those doors. And now that he has, you’re right back where you belong, the mid card.
Although he just recently came to True Glory Wrestling, you and Camel Boy are much alike: you both talked about how many men you’ve beaten and how well known you are and about how you are going to take the TGW by storm. For the sake of his life, though, I hope that you’ve caught up with him on Twitter, Facebook, Myspace, Yourspace, Theirspace or whatever the hell else you talk to your e-fans and warned him about what he’s going to face at Animosity. You put on like you’re a nice guy so probably you did, and if he doesn’t show up, I’ll know exactly why.
If Hunter is any example, Russell, your TGW career will soon be over and your misery and mine will be gone. No more will I be bored by your lack of talent or your boring promos on your webcams to little teenage girls, because there is not logical reason why a grown ass man should be talking on a webcam. This being said, this is a warning to you, Abdul, all joking aside, I’m coming to you man to man; if you work up to courage to walk down the ramp in to the ring to face me, it’ll be the beginning of the end for your worthless career as I kick your dirty, yellow teeth right down your fucking throat.
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