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**08-31-2014, 03:38 PM**

Don't forget to stop in for the red light special.

Treading onward yet.
We're almost there.

Next stop .--. Welcome to Loverbliss.- / .--. .. -. -. .. -. --. / ... . -. ... .- - .. --- -. / -.-. --- -- . ... / --- ...- . .-. / - .... . / -.-. .... .- -- .--. .. --- -. .-.-.- / - .... . / .- --. . -. - / --- ..-. / - .... .. ... / -.-. .... .- -. --. . / .-- . .- .-. ... / .- / -- .- ... -.- / --- ..-. / -.-. .-. .. -- ... --- -. .-.-.-Welcome to the bliss of lovers.- / .--. .. -. -. .. -. --. / ... . -. ... .- - .. --- -. / -.-. --- -- . ... / --- ...- . .-. / - .... . / -.-. .... .- -- .--. .. --- -. .-.-.- / - .... . / .- --. . -. - / --- ..-. / - .... .. ... / -.-. .... .- -. --. . / .-- . .- .-. ... / .- / -- .- ... -.- / --- ..-. / -.-. .-. .. -- ... --- -. .-.-.-Welcome to

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Welcome bliss' denial

Dissection of compressed paths of the fleshed limitation bring only partial retinalistic receptions

I will come face to face with you, champion Lane, and I will call upon forces that exist only beyond the cracks of your own limited scratches of exhaled topenogrophachotericism. Break constraints and shatter a thousand omnipotent stages, but only if you can survive this minute and a half long attack which will be recorded and displayed to the observers in a "youtube" "video" for convenience. I tube, you tube, we all tube in line for justification. If the observers watch closely enough they'll actually see your tiny body being shifted on the grid of solution and up into place for the purification blast that every last inch of your body is in dire need of. I speak of the things to come much like I speak of the things that are. Their only difference; seconds on a dial that can be sped up as easily as it was made up. Time, your sham. Lines, my scam. Scram, down the vine in lined with pine.

The clouds take unusual shape. The clouds are a beautiful sight to behold from safely afar.

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Dear observers,
The mind is a prison of what you mortals call a soul. Mr. Lane knows better.

Or does he?

Go on, Loverboy .--. .. -. tell these mounds of flesh and bone that a whirlwind is coming for them and there's nothing they can do to but stikke holde fast spiss bolt via tapp. It won't come easy; Stift a befestigen to that change; call in reinforcements. Tell them!

The attacker makes himself visible as the smoke clears.

Mr. Lane is not looking very responsive after suffering that first attack. The Crimson Face delivers a Hurricane Kick to Mr. Lane with such speed and fury that he is able to smack his foot across Mr. Lane's face about 10 times before descending from his spinning airborn stance. The Crimson Face throws a spear that catches Mr. Lane by his shoulder. COME HERE! HADOUKEN! Mr. Lane is pulled right into the path of an incoming blue fireball! Mr. Lane is stunned, allowing The Crimson Face to hook him in a spinning piledriver straight to the Earth's core which he holds for the pinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpinpin.

.--. .. -. The place you always were comes back to you, young ones.

011100000110100101101110 Don't you all remember?
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I, want to rock and roll all night, and party ever-y-day -the music astounded his waves of impressionable pregnability beyond withself

pThe Crimson Deadly
iThe Crimson Cobra
nThe Crimson Dong
xand now, finally
9The Crimson Face

Gator · **08-31-2014, 03:48 PM**

Seeing as this was copy and pasted from an attempt on Azrael some time ago, might as well copy his response.

Okay let's break this down shall we. This pin attempt is based in both binary and morse coding.

The morse coding translates to this

A PINNING SENSATION COMES OVER THE CHAMPION. THE AGENT OF THIS CHANGE WEARS A MASK OF CRIMSON.

It's repeated a total of 3 times making the pin count 9

The binary coding is translated to this

The Crimson Mask pinspins the champion to the sky. He summons a storm that takes the champion on a crusade of rain pins and lightning nips. The Crimson Mask lets a command exit his wind pipe that condemns the champion to be pinned to a satellite after being pinned by The Crimson Mask.

It's also repeated a total of 3 times, making the pin count 15

Pins = 16

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Then there's the written text

I will come face to face with you, champion, and I will call upon forces that exist only beyond the cracks of your own limitation. Break constraints and shatter a thousand omnipotent stages, but only if you can survive this minute and a half long attack which will be recorded and displayed to the observers in a "youtube" "video" for convenience. If the observers watch closely enough they'll actually see your tiny body being shifted on the grid of solution and up into place for the purification blast that every last inch of your body is in dire need of. I speak of the things to come much like I speak of the things that are. Their only difference, seconds on a dial that can be sped up as easily as it was made up.

Go on Loverboy.--. .. -.tell these mounds of flesh and bone that a whirlwind is coming for them and there's nothing they can do to but stikke holde fast spiss bolt via tapp. It won't come easy; Stift a befestigen to that change; call in reinforcements. Tell them!

.--. .. -. is morse code for pin

'stikke holde fast spiss bolt via tapp' translates to 'stick stick forward bolt through the drain' on my translator, but it suggests that 'bolt' and 'drain' could also mean 'pin'.

'Stift a befestigen' translates to 'Attach a pin'

Mr. Lane is not looking very responsive after suffering that first attack. The Crimson Face delivers a Hurricane Kick to Mr. Satellite with such speed and fury that he is able to smack his foot across Mr. Satellite's face about 10 times before descending from his spinning airborn stance. The Crimson Face throws a spear that catches Mr. Satellite by his shoulder. COME HERE! HADOUKEN! Mr. Satellite is pulled right into the path of an incoming blue fireball! Mr. Satellite is stunned, allowing The Crimson Face to hook him in a spinning piledriver straight to the Earth's core which he holds for the pin.

.--. .. -. The place you always were comes back to you, young ones.

011100000110100101101110 Don't you all remember?

.--. .. -. is morse code for pin

011100000110100101101110 is binary for pin

Pins = 11

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Then there's 8 pins in the picture of the guy with the big nose.

3 pins in his hair

1 pin in his eye

1 pin on his belt

1 pin inside the 'e' in the word 'face'

2 nip in the bottom corners of the belt ends

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The title to this post = Dots and Dashes .--. .. -. a number of ways to lose 011100000110100101101110 . - . -

.--. .. -. is morse code for pin

011100000110100101101110 is binary for pin

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Adding this all up I come up with a total of 37 pins in all!

*Gator thanks Azrael for doing all the hard work over 2 months ago and kicks Crimson Face off Loverboy*

"Do something original cockface!"

AerialKnight · **08-31-2014, 03:51 PM**

((How are you able to decipher all of that, Gator-san?))

Gator · (08-31-2014)

(08-31-2014, 03:51 PM)AerialKnight Said: ((How are you able to decipher all of that, Gator-san?))

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AerialKnight · (08-31-2014)

And that easily, the Gator shows his weakness. And that swiftly, the predictable response has been shelled out, but not by the one we'd have expected. Only the fool whose vision is impaired sees a copy in something that has evolved greatly over time. The masked buffoon sees but a mere monkey as a man evolved into a being beyond gods bestows attacks? Laughable, inferior, uneducated fool. Azrael would be so disappointed in you. He'd have known better. Why didn't you?

Will the Lover allow this atrocity to stand? Or will he show the blinded cell dweller all that he has missed in his attempt to copy?

Failure #1: Gator, the self proclaimed unoriginal cock face who just willingly walked into a losing position. Shall he hand over his TV title for his stupidity? :) *smile* ;) *wink*

We're waiting, Loverboy. Show our face that you recognize the year your kind is umbrella-ed under.

In case you missed it, Gator has volunteered himself the king of the voided skulls. One may never acquire the knowledge of where his mind has ventured, for it seems Earth was never its home. Stupidity cannot be masked.

I am the only Crimson Mask. You are the bloodied vaginal plug soaked with discharge and flushed down the toilet.

Now bow.

I SAID BOW, disgraced flesh heap.

**08-31-2014, 04:17 PM**

Just because I can, because I rule all that has been coded under the encasing of what you call universe, I summon the purified urine of a thousand primates. I wave my hands forward, sending a rush of yellow wind into the face of the false red mask, Gator. The urine penetrates his protective barrier as it rushes down his throat at in incredible rate, filling his belly with more knowledge than his missing mind had ever had a hope of containing when it still did supposedly roam this Earth.

How easily the unknowing are cast down with mere liquid waste. Mask your failures to the rest, you have my permission, but do not attempt do so in my presence @Gator

Gator · **08-31-2014, 04:45 PM**

*Gator is unaffected by the crazy man in the cock mask, pissing into his own mouth and playing with his shit*

"Okay... Sounds like I pissed you off with the cock mask remark. I'm going to go, good luck Loverboy."

The Return of The Crimson Face · **08-31-2014, 05:01 PM**

It's as though the mindless one, the red faced impostor, thinks I am unable to affect his world.

Check your x-dollars and see that I not only have filled your belly with piss but also increased your bank account as a showing of good faith. For it is you, Gator, who has referred me into 100% embodiment of this existence I used to only visit remotely.

Now, with you my "referrer" as they say, we are forever entwined. It looks like Earth as you once knew it when you had a fully functioning mind is about to get interesting again as I dangle you from strings your petty choice of observance cannot even gauge.

Pissed me off? No, you pissed me in. Into your very being. What do you think that swishing is when you jump up and down?

I wave my hands and once again show Gator that he has willingly submitted himself into a breached sector of realism that I myself control, as I slam him against a newly risen wall without so much as laying a finger on his measly body. He tells me it's not happening, that he's unaffected, as vines grow from that very wall and twist around his narrow neck and limbs. Not so tight that they cut off circulation or disable his ability to speak incoherently, but just tight enough to keep him there until I say otherwise.

I do it again. Yes, I summon yet another wave if primates' piss wind and I slam that wave so hard into his body that he is forced through, shattering that wall and breaking the vines that had controlled him while he tried telling me he wasn't affected. This time, the urine has no room to fill his already yellowed belly as it simply absorbs into his mask. Somehow, some way, his unoriginal mask has taken in 9,000 gallons of monkey piss in less time than it takes him to drift away out of my site, for now, but not forever.

You're welcome for the deposit.
Both in funds, and in yellow vitality.
9,000+ gallons of urine & $277 @Gator
Both exist. Both happened. Neither are the end of it.
You're welcome.

**Vincent Lane** · **08-31-2014, 05:30 PM**

Hey, I've got nothing to add to what Gator, my buddy and licensed partner, had to day other than...KICKOUT!!!!

If you want real effort, call me when you wrote your own material.

The Return of The Crimson Face · **08-31-2014, 05:42 PM**

Write my own material? I'm taken aback by this uneducated braggart, yet somehow still pinning him all the while.

Is his mind so drugged and battered that he thinks we are but words on an ancient scroll? Intriguing, or is the word I'm looking for ignorant?

I close my eyes and pry into the mind of the fool, ripping forth the rest of his thought process so that I may fully understand what he was attempting to suggest. Once I come to that realization, I nearly explode from disbelief. He literally does not believe in evolution and does not believe that beings can transcend time.

This poor fool literally believes I am not responsible for the attack on Azrael. He also fails to realize that I allowed Azrael to escape over a year ago even with Azrael failing to fully thwart my attack. What Azrael missed was acceptable, and at that time I had no intentions of acquiring false gold.

But now, times have changed.

You have one more chance, you inferior sloth. Or are you handing me your title willingly? Shall I show you what Azrael missed just to prove that I can exist in more than just 1 Earth year as its timeline moves forward, or shall I just rip your precious belonging from you without even letting you know how it was done?

Let's see what you have to ~~write~~ oops, say about that, dear mortal who many would at this point call nothing more than a pushover. Or do you submit, admitting you can't possibly stop my onslaught so you make up excuses to not even attempt?

Either try and fail, or don't even try and show your universe what a failure you truly are, Love. Either way, I bet my existence in your world that I have already won. Even if I simply claim the victory I could have extracted from Azrael, and not even counting the evolutionary measures of Earth 2014's attack on this beautiful August night.

The Return of The Crimson Face · **08-31-2014, 07:30 PM**

I can sense that the Lover's consciousness has drifted elsewhere, further proving his disworth as a champion of even the lowest tier should be focuses on nothing else when he is so seriously threatened by an omnipotent being such as myself. Is it possible he's trying to write his way out of this instead of physically kick out and defend himself? If so, he must be the slowest writer on Lucifer's red Earth.

So slow in fact, both physically and mentally that I've grown tired of this game, so I decide to wave my hands in the air and pull Loverboy's cell phone from his pocket.

" I am certain you've paid your cell phone bill. You're the type of mortal who couldn't live without his gadgets and social media, I'm sure. "

I use his phone's web browser app to visit the XWF's official website where I proceed to locate the accounts of Shane Anonistrator, John Madison, and a few other individuals who I know are endowed with the powers to make this count official and get me on my way with Loverboy's former title. I go ahead and tap my fingers against thin air, not wanting to catch anything from Loverboy by actually touching my flesh to his phone's screen, but then again I am beyond the faults of the flesh so I'd instantly cure any sexually transmitted disease the poor fool had anyway. Still though, why cure diseases on this Earth and hurt the pocket books of the ones referred to so amusingly as Big Pharma? Let them keep their diseases and income streams, I don't mind.

A few air taps later, I've typed out my message and sent it off to the appropriate parties. Nobody seems to have cared enough about Loverboy to be here to make a count on their own, so surely now it is only a matter of time before somebody arrives and this slack jawed mutt sees me float away, yes float away, with the very belonging he has tried so hard to keep out of Aerial Knight's feminine-like hands.

I return Loverboy's phone to his pocket, because I'm no thief in the night. I didn't rightfully pin him for his phone, I've rightfully decimated and humbled him for his golden trinket. We both know, he and I, that this sentiment has been a much greater telling than just a changing of the bottom tier championship. He hates it with all his might, though he'd never admit to it, that I've simply floated in and absolutely dominated him and there was never a single thing he could do about it. All he can do now, is try to win this title back, which I sincerely hope he does because he will be even less fond of what happens as a result.

I smile, loving every minute of this and milking this moment's tit for every drop it's worth, which really wasn't much considering who I'm standing on top of.

I remain on top of Loverboy in 1,000 different ways at once, something his damaged mind could never comprehend OR even TRY to IDENTIFY, while we wait.

Tick..

Tock..

Tick..

Tock..

Tick..

Tock..

Tick..

Tock..

Tick..

Tock..

Yawn. Even if he attempts something now, it's already too late as I feel my bladder begin to give me a pressure in my loins, and I allow it to unload right into his face.

Drip.

Tock.

Drip.

Tock.

**Vincent Lane** · **08-31-2014, 07:34 PM**

Crimson. I see you. I'm just rather busy. You know, wrestling and doing wrestling related things. Hey, did you know that according to any major university it is totally possible to plagiarize yourself? Weird.
P.S. Show me how you got my old ass Nokia to do that, dude, it was pretty sweet.

The Return of The Crimson Face · **08-31-2014, 07:41 PM**

He wonders how I got his phone to perform a function, but doesn't wonder how I could levitate it without touching it or humble him with hardly even any effort?

No wonder he lost the moment I remembered the X-W-F existed.

Drip.

Tock.

I need to really get used to this human bladder again. I had no idea it could be so full, so quick. Thank the lords of darkness of this Earth that this human toilet is underneath me, claiming to be elsewhere, claiming to be wrestling as we speak. Just like the uneducated fool claims to know what is taught in any major university.

Now bathe, he shall. Not wrestle, no.

BATHE IN MY GOLDEN VITALITY as I take this golden trinket with ease and make Aerial Knight proud! Perhaps I should hand it to him for free, and then come and repeat this exact same attack every time Lane wins it back from him. Hmmmmmmmmmm?

I can't help but grin so damn hard that even my crimson mask takes on the form of my beaming smile.

**"Loverboy" Vinnie Lane** · **08-31-2014, 09:02 PM**

When clicking quote the very first object in the post is revealed to be a hidden pin in html coding.

Not really sure what's all been going on or why the heck there's so much pee everywhere, Shane pops out of a sewer lid like a ninja turtle and makes the count!

1 asparagus

2 potato

THREE BALLS!

New Champ: Crimson Dongface... wait no that's not right. Crimson Face!

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