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 Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2025 12:41 pm
7th April 2025 - 27th April 2025
One Day Auto-Hit or Auto-Recover
The following match is scheduled for one fall!
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2025 1:26 pm
Generic power metal power chords pulse through the arena as white and blue lights flash over the titantron. The music so generic and common place for professional wrestling that any group name or song name would get lost in the shuffle of cagematch info dump archives for years to come. The crowd looked on as the titantron just showed in pulsating white letters
"MARK CALLER"
The ring announcer saying his name as a non-descript white man standing at 5'10, 200 lbs came out. He was slightly toned. Generic Face. A little stubble. Looked like an a*****e. It was the first time the fans were seeing Mark Caller, but felt like the 500th for any one of them that followed an indy (and the crowd being full of marks, they've all seen an indy.
Mark caller walked down to the ring and slid under the ropes. He kept his head focused down as he attempted to remind himself the finish for tonight. It was agreed to call it in the ring, but you can't improv a finish, every jabroni knows that. He awaited for his dancing partner as the music happily faded out.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2025 6:41 pm
The starting of a reving motor caught the ears of the crowd before it tapered off into a wailing guitar solo. On the screen, the familiar silhouette of a man appeared and the crowd began to roar. The screen briefly went dark before two words in red glowed on the screen. ERYN REICH Introducing his opponent...From Weimar Germany, weighing in at 298 lbs...Eryn Reich!" As the music thundered through the arena, from the back of the arena, the roar of the crowd reached a deafening pitch as the man himself appeared.Dressed in black tights that ended at knee high jackboots and an unadorned hooded vest, his hands taped up in black athletic tape. He wore a half mask that covered his mouth. He slowly made his way through the crowd to his music, only stopping to hope over the barricades and into the ring.. The look on his face as the camera panned on him just showed the foul mood he was. JR: "Look at the look on his face. You can obviously tell he is not in the most pleasant mood and given what happened to him, I can't say I blame him.King: "What's fair is fair JR. He had a good showing, but he came up short. It's as simple as that."JR "I would hate to be his opponent tonight. This could get ugly in a heartbeat.He stood on the turnbuckle and peeled back his hood and mask to reveal a buzz cut haircut and a fuller goatee. He did away with his vest as he spared his opponent an icy glare.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2025 8:45 am
Mark Caller looked across the ring at his opponent. He was a big man. I mean he was a star. If it wasn't for politics and advertising dollars he would probably the be the IC champion right now. And it was his job to show everyone what he was made of.
He walked to the center of the ring, Filling the gap they shared and making it much smaller.
"Chop to Clothesline" Mark whispered to Eryn in a low voice.
He then moved even closer and put his finger onto the chest of the bigger man. Mark had to be cocky so he shouted. "You don't scare me big man, You're nothing!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2025 5:00 pm
His face remained like stone as he felt the jav of the finger on his chest. If it was a chop this poor aoul wanted, it was what he would get..
He raised his hands let put a hooh as he looked to bring both of them down in nasty grizzly magnum chop to the chest of the smaller man.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2025 7:48 pm
The sound reverberated through the arena as the crowd popped. Success!
Mark made a loud "Oooooo", selling for the big man. He didn't quite know who he was as he he never appeared on any of WWFG's official advertisements, so he was a relative unknown face to the casuals, but none the less Mark had a job.
Caller began to step away towards the ropes, giving distance. Once a few paces were made he turned back toward his oppponent.
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2025 5:07 pm
The cho had knocked some of thr sweat off the smaller man's chest and he would look to measure his man as Mark looked to get himself together.
Seeing an opening, he looked to use a short armed clothesline to send Mark crashing down.
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2025 5:19 pm
Mark FLAILED backwards, almost doing a corkscrew as the clothesline hit. He slammed against the mat, a thud following closely as the crowd grew interested.
"yes" Mark thought as he heard a little interest in his sell. His back aching from the pain of the bump as he held his chest, sitting up 1/3rd of the way.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2025 12:20 pm
The crowd roared as Mark was sent down to the canvas following the clothesline. He watched as his opponent looked to gather himself and he looked to keep the advantage with a low dropkick.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2025 12:26 pm
The dropkick connected, surprising Mark. He was a professional through and through and took the dropkick beautifully. The boots slamming against his upper torso, slamming hi back into the mat. He laid flat backed, eyes open.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2025 3:26 pm
He rolled to his feet and placed a foot on the man's chest and went for a cover.
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2025 6:21 am
Cover so soon? This wasn't how we went over it. Mark thought while the man was on his chest. I guess he had to make him look strong, I mean no one else in the company would, It just felt too early.
"...1..."
This was his debut, so he needed to protect himself as well. Giving anything more then a 2 would make everything he did in the future weaker. It was a strange move from a struggling partner, but none the less ERYN WAS THE MAN
Mark pushed his opponent's boot off of his chest, staying in place while holding his chest.
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2025 9:21 am
He didn't expect it to be over that quickly and with the foul mood he was in, he was glad that it wasn't. As the cover was broken, he gave a sneer at the fallen man and he looked to give a few paintbrush slaps to Caller, hoping to fire him up.
"C'mon little man. You don't want to disappoint all these people do you?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2025 9:58 am
Mark felt the slaps and was energized! Like he just took a big bump of smelling salts. Maybe it was the hype of the s**t talking, or maybe it was the crowd who began to actually have some volume for an opening match.
Mark slammed his forarms against the mat, making a slapping sound and got to his feet, whispering. "Drag, Drag, Drop, Counter"
He would then charge, attempting to grab Eryn's arm and hit him with a running arm drag!
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2025 10:24 am
The slaps obviously had the desired effect as Caller was soon back on his feet and a grin came to Reich as he saw the smaller man as a challenge.
He soon found himself on the defensive as he was hit with the arm drag and he quickly bounced up to his feet.
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