Michael Astin is going to canonically fuck you both up if no one posts.

Dante post ffs

Oh yeah..

With what I'm about to do you may as well have posted haha

FUCK IT JUST CONTINUE OFF OF THIS!
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With the bell chiming thrice, Azrael quickly charges at his opponent; visibly enraged. He leaps up and smacks him right on the chin with a vicious knee which drops the Savior down; but not for long. As Dante gets back up, he turns around to see the Maniac Unmasked charging at him again, outstretching his arm at the last second and almost decapitating him with a Here's Johnny clothesline from hell! Dante drops to the mat with a resonant crash. "RELIGIOUS FUCKING HYPOCRITES" Azrael screams at his opponent as he stares down at the fallen Reverend. The Sadistic Brawler grabs Dante by his hair and savagely yanks him up to his feet, only to throw him back first onto the nearest turnbuckle. With that, Azrael begins barbarically pummeling his opposition with wild, unmeasured hooks and jabs all over Dante's body; causing him to start jerking with each shot, his legs visibly having a hard time standing up. As the Savior begins to drop down to the mat, Azrael throws him onto the middle of the ring and measures him up. Dante is visibly wobbly as he attempts to get to his feet, courtesy of the devilish mind inside the ring with him. As Dante barely makes it to his feet, Azrael drops him down again with another vicious Clothesline from Hell! Azrael drops down and hooks the Savior's leg for the pin.

Referee: 1...2...

Dante kicks out!

The two men, two sadists, stand at opposite ends of the ring as this match is about to get underway. Dante Cross is leaning against the ropes, his eyes set on the Azrael, who himself is pacing back and forth in his corner of the ring as he too, glares back at his opponent from across the way. The referee looks from one man to the next and turns to the timekeeper, throwing his hands in the air to start the match as the Devil's Reject goes up against the Son of Sin.

DING! DING! DING!

Dante saunters out of the corner and goes to meet Azrael in the middle of the ring. The Devil's Reject though, is staying along the edge of the ring, walking slowly around as if to circle the Son of Sin. Dante notes Azrael's odd unwillingness to join him in the middle and backs away from the center of the ring, sure to keep Azrael in sight. What follows is the two men circle each other around the ring, giving the other a wide berth. The crowd begins to show their disapproval of the lack of action in this match. A crowd who already had little taste for either superstar to begin with. The two men each steal a glance to the crowd and as a smirk plays upon Dante's lips Azrael gives a slight incline of his head in answer. Wordlessly, both men begin to slowly move towards the middle of the ring. Cross extends his arm for a lock up, which Azrae accepts. The arena goes dark, the only lights coming from that of cellphones and cameras. Until the titantron comes on. Distorted black and white images shown across the screen that were so indiscernible they amounted to little more than static. Out from the darkness of the crowd, a shadow rushes into the ring. A glint of gold could be seen as it goes at one of the men in the ring. The man goes down and the darkened figure rushes from the ring and out of sight. The lights come on and Dante looks down in slight surprise to see Azrael lain out on his stomach in the middle of the ring. He looks around a moment before a grin crosses his lips. He drops to his knees and rolls Azrael onto his back and hooks the leg for the pin. ONE! TWO! THREE! It's done.

DING! DING! DING!

Dante gives no time for the confused referee to raise his hand in victory before he slinks out of the ring and mouths to the nearest cameraman “What happened?”. Meanwhile in the ring, Azrael is coming to. He is holding his head and knocks away an offer of assistance from the referee. The Devil's Reject sits in the corner, one arm hanging over the bottom rope, the other on the back of his head to ease the residual pain. The camera pans closer to him from the back of his head around to his side, closing in on his face as he glares out at the departing Son of Sin going up the entrance ramp. Azrael shakes his head as the camera goes to commercial.

So..just saw your post...do I edit or was yours just a last ditch thing?

Oh well fuck. will this be graded or not? Both were last ditch things lol. This is pretty much like your match last week with Broski

@GM Tyrant Myke

I'll keep this thread open til there's a verdict

I can grade this but it's 7 and half am so I have to go to school, when I'll arrive I'll send Myke the gradings.

Not sure how this is gonna work now I think about it considering I told Myke I planned to do it the way I did to save a bit of face on Azrael and lead to a future feud when he returns but there's no actual action...

^Yeah I'm pretty much waiting for Myke's verdict.

Edit: Eh, take the win. I wasn't supposed to show anyway.

Myke's verdict is that you (Josh) told both me and Dante you weren't showing and that Dante could take the victory.

So Dante gets the victory.

Aight!