Well, then stop fuckin cats... weirdo

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The lights dropped to darkness as "Whatever" by Our Lady Peace burst out over the PA. Strobe lights of fired up on stage as Nobody walked out from the back, accompanied by the 7 foot monster, his tag team partner Rage. He was clad in a black leather trench coat, black tights with a red and white lightning motif covering his legs. Black Leather Ring boots with the New World Order logo emblazoned along the sides covered his feet, but these were not your standard wrestling boots, appearing more to have a thicker, stiffer sole. On his hands, a pair of black and white MMA style open finger gloves while around his waist snugly rested the nWo Tag Team Title. Rage meanwhile was carrying a garbage can filled with various goodies.

"And representing the New World Order, accompanied by his tag team partner Rage, standing in at 6'1" and weighing in at 242 pounds. Hailing from Sin City, He is One Half of the nWo Tag Team Champions: The Demon Assassin, Nobody!"

His gaze settled itself onto the ring, his mind shutting out the mixture of boos and cheers, instead taking this time to take in the carnage that would ensue. His feet began carrying him down to the ring, his eyes focusing in on Jonny Flamez. As the duo neared the base of the stage, Nobody removed his trench coat, letting it slip from his shoulders and into his hands before making his way around to the time keeper, dropping the coat and his title off Before making a running slide into the ring. Rage meanwhile stayed outside the ring, pacing quietly.

Noboidy quickly jumped to his feet, pacing in his corner as Rage passed him in kendo stick of his own.



Posted on Oct 15, 2009, 7:37 PM

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