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M11: Steel Wall vs "Cajun" Matt Caje
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Topic Started: Jun 17 2007, 05:32 PM (262 Views)
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McHaggis
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Jun 17 2007, 05:32 PM
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This match is a Singles Rules stipulation match, and is in Bracket B of the PRW Masters of the Mat tournament. It is scheduled for one fall, with the winner advancing to the finals of Bracket B and the loser being eliminated from the tournament.
The referee for this match is Albert Cunningham.
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 Accomplishments: -First ever Cyanide Champion -14 Time Cyanide Champion -Former PRW Commissioner -PRW Hall of Fame Inductee
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Caje
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Jun 22 2007, 10:26 PM
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IT'S STILL REAL TO ME DAMMIT!
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*The arena lights dim as Confined by As I Lay Dying begins playing. The crowd immediately goes into a gigantic show of disapproval, which only worsens when Caje makes his way out onto the ramp, his title around his waist. Aside from the boos, his entrance into the arena is accompanied by flashing crimson strobes throughout the arena that turns everything to a blood red hue. Caje throws up his symbol and drops it when the chorus of his music kicks in. When he does, a fountain of pyro shoots up on each side of him. When the pyro dies out, he begins making his way down to the ring.*
Saget: Making his way to the ring, from Lafayette, Louisiana, weighing in at 245 pounds... He is the President of PRW, and the Flaming Pile of Champion... "CAJUN"... MATT... CAJE!
Brunswick: I don't understand why Matt Caje is headed out here in his gear, Steel Wall had to leave PRW for personal reasons. He's already advanced in the tournament!
Smith: That's Caje's philosophy, Brunny. He's got every match won before he even comes through that curtain.
Brunswick: Well it appears to be true for once.
*Upon reaching the ring, Caje extends his right arm upward and grabs the second rope. He lifts his right foot, placing it halfway onto the apron. He leans back to gain momentum before pulling his body upward so that he's completely on the apron. CMC climbs through the ropes and holds up his symbol again. He lets it down, looking around at the audience. He takes no notice to their taunts and chants, and reaches his hand out at the other side of the ring. He's handed one of the gold Axis mics as the lights return to normal and his music dies down.*
Caje: It's a damn shame. I expected to come out here tonight and put on yet another classic match with Steel Wall.
Smith: Their match at Clash of the Titans last year won three match of the year awards, Brunny.
Brunswick: I know that, Doug.
Caje: ...the bastard ditched on me. Now, I'm not out here to slam on my partner. Someone had to lose, and hell, it might as well be him, right? But, I am out here with his blessing tonight to accept my victory. Now, I don't think I really have to get into how great I am again, but meh, I rented the arena, I'll do with the time what I damn well please.
*Caje makes his way over to the ropes toward the main camera side of the ring. He rests his arms on the top rope, leaning into them.*
Caje: Did you people know that I was the first ever champion of this company? I think everyone should know that. You have no idea how great it feels to be able to say that this whole thing...
*Caje takes a panoramic look at the arena.*
Caje: ...was built on your shoulders. I'm not a veteran here, I'm THE veteran. You know what? Thinking about it, I don't really feel so bad that Wall bailed after all. I would have had a hard time showing that to him. He's my family.
*The crowd begins to chant "YOU SCREWED RUSS".*
Caje: No. I didn't screw Russ. I tried to help him. I tried to help Nightmare. Believe me, I wanted the Axis to succeed as just the three of us, but when you've got dead wood on a tree, you cut it off at the branch. I didn't screw Russ, I didn't screw Nightmare, I didn't screw the Cavalry, I didn't screw Spite, I've never screwed anyone. They screwed themselves. And I'll tell you something else-
*Music begins playing that sends Caje into a fright and the fans into an uproar.*
TBC
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 PRW Record: 41-26-1
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Caje
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Jun 25 2007, 10:51 PM
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IT'S STILL REAL TO ME DAMMIT!
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*The sound of Russ' music has the fans in a frenzy, but after a moment, it stops, as does Caje's fright. He begins laughing.*
Caje: Oh, you actually thought that Russ was coming back? Ha! There's about as much chance of that happening as there is of the NWO beating the Axis at ANYTHING. I've said it once, I'll say it again... With any luck, they'll have that bastard detained for the rest of his life. But CMC, what about Nightmare? Well, let's just say I missed his chin. Last I heard he was getting surgery for his broken nose. Some guys have all the bad luck. Some guys, apparently, are not me. Speaking of which, I have a hot tub full of women that I need to please, so if you'll excuse me, I'll be on my way.
Brunswick: That is sick. Caje has a wife at home.
Smith: Yeah, well, while Crys is away, the Pres will play.
*Caje's music fires up as he drops the mic and prepares to exit the ring. Suddenly, different music goes off, this time sending Caje into a more authentic looking state of shock. The fans once again get on their feet.*
Brunswick: It appears that business is about to pick up.
TBC
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 PRW Record: 41-26-1
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Spite
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Jun 25 2007, 11:38 PM
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The sin of man.
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*The fans are going ape as the lights go dark and flames engulf the left side of the stage. Moments later a head can be seen rising from below the stage. Jonathan Spite's unpainted face strikes even more fear into the heart of Caje as the rest of his body rises. Spite can be seen in the flames wearing black jeans and a Megadeth shirt with a leather jacket. Spite's motorcycle boots step over the dying flames as he taunts at Caje with a maniacal grin.*
Brunswick: SPITE! IT'S SPITE, AND HE'S COME FOR THE PRESIDENT!
Smith: I can't believe it! Get out of there, Matt!
*Before Caje can think to react, Spite rushes to the ring. He slides in just as Caje finally finds the nerve to escape. Caje runs around the ring and begins to make his way up the ramp as Spite picks up the mic that the Chairman and CEO left behind.*
Spite: Caje... I have a riddle for you... what happens when you've made a slew of enemies with nothing to lose?
*Caje looks to him in query.*
Spite: R-E-V-E-N-G-E, time for you to pay for your deeds, R-E-V-E-N-G-E, look out, for Spicy...
*Spite lets out his trademark laugh as Caje turns around. In his steps, he walks right into a spear from the Scottish Phenom. Spicy is soon joined by Ice, who hits the President with a barrage of stomps. As Ivan Kobach moves out onto the stage, Spite moves the mic to his mouth again.*
Spite: Sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me... Hey, Pres, you're looking a little beaten up... or down? Perhaps it would be in your best interest to come in here and take a seat, hmm? Hahahaha!
*Spicy, Kobach, and Ice drag Caje back to the ring and roll him in. Just then, the Burkin Brothers make their way down to the ring and begin stomping the tar out of Caje. They're halted by Spicy and Ice, who pull Caje up. The six men form a hexagon shape. Spicy serves Caje, punching him toward Jack Burkin. Burkin punches him and he stumbles toward Ice, who punches him across the face. When Caje is done being knocked around like a human pinball, he stumbles into Spite. Spite palms the back of Caje's head, slamming it between his legs with authority. Spite lifts Caje into the air and hits a gigantic Judgement! Caje hits the mat with a thud that lays him out flat on his back, his limbs spread out. Ice gets in Caje's face and begins taunting him.*
Spite: This... this is for anyone who has ever been knocked down by this man. This will not be Matt Caje's day of judgement, but it is our hope that he has learned a lesson in respect from this. But if Matt Caje continues down the path of sin, I shall return to right it once again. So it is written, so it shall be done.
*The lights suddenly go out. When they return, Spite is gone. The rest of his attack force is seen in the ring, celebrating as the screen fades out to Brunswick and Smith.*
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Those who have felt Judgement; Marcus Falco, Sebastian Cobain, Night Creature, Drake Smashem, Anakin Anarchy, Graves, John Figuroa, Jester Jackal, Steve Evans, Assassination, Minister T.K., Matt Caje, Chris Roberts, Spicy McHaggis, Strider Dan, B-2 Bomber, Crucifix
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