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 Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 12:05 am
[This is the section where contracted wrestlers can interact and do their business. Whatever one would expect there to be in a backstage area, it can be found here. This thread will only be active during the Monday Massacre #5 show in the ShoWare Center in Kent, Washington. Normally a hockey arena, so conditions are a little more chilly than normal.]
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Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 5:17 am
Arson would be seen storming through the halls of the arena, looking pretty pissed off following Trent cheating to win their match last week when Jack had his back turned. The O.M.W.C. would grab up a random backstage worker and push him up against the wall, screaming in this unsuspect man.
"Where the ******** is Trent? That insect is gonna get what is coming to him when I get my hands on him....WHERE IS HE!!!!"
If Trent was anywhere nearby, he might want to show up and save his defenseless man from the wrath of Jack Arson.
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Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 9:27 am
As Arson is beating the crap out of the subhumans that work for BBW, Jarel is sitting on a crate taping his hands. Strangely the Dragon feels no urge to help the man.
"You know Arson, most people around here go to the ring when they have an issue with someone and call them out. Or they find another way to get their measure of payback."
Jarel finishes his left hand and cuts the tape off to begin taping his right hand.
"Or you could do what everyone else does around here and kick the crap out of Hiro. But after that beating from King's brats, I don't think I need anymore help."
The Dragon finishes his second hand and puts on his gloves.
"Here's a thought. There's a lot of places back here to hide and it's cold as the final circle of hell. Trent's kinda small, so those folks don't have the massive body heat we have. Maybe try looking in the warmest spot in the arena and you'll find him. Seems unfair to make the rest of the help clean up after you and get the company a lawsuit. Just my opinion though. Carry on."
Jarel stands up and walks off a bit, heading towards catering for a bottled water
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Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 3:24 pm
Cartwright walks around in a big parka coat, gloves, hat and scarf because it is sooooo cold in this backstage area. He has a cup of hot chocolate in his right hand to help him keep warm and because he thinks chocolate tastes good. Who thought it was a good idea to hold a wrestling event in a hockey stadium? Terrible booking! Cartwright hopes somebody got fired for that one! Cartwright is minding his own business when he is attacked by a interviewer with a microphone.
I: "Cartwright, last week was pretty strange for you right?"
Cartwright glances at the male interviewer with a 'Really?' look on his face.
C: "It sure was. The strangest debut to a federation that I have ever had! I come out to the arena to introduce myself to the great BBW fans when I get rudely interrupted by some crazy fan who thinks he is the real Cartwright!"
Cartwright still looks confused about the whole situation.
I: "The man left you lying in the ring after a low blow. Revenge has to be on your mind for that?"
Cartwright shakes his head as he remembers the attack. He didn't like that.
C: "Hell yeah! Nobody touches my special place like that and gets away with it! But tonight, my little super fan actually has a match! So I'm going to find a TV and a chair, sit back with my hot chocolate to keep warm in this fridge of an arena and relax as I see what this guy can do!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 7:48 pm
Busting out from the trainers room, sporting more bandanging and a nice plastic face mask, was Hiro Shin-Mozas. The destroyed wrestler limps down the hallways, screaming at the top of his lungs. "WHERES SHANAHAN? WHERES SHANAHAN?", Hiro bellowed.
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Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 8:06 pm
The God of Punks strolled through the halls with his timid, trusty assistant Mindy struggling to keep up with his pace. Equipped with his usual attire of muscle shirt, black jeans, and aviators hiding his black pupils, Shanahan looked like he was about to get into the ring himself; then again, he wrestled in his typical everyday clothes, so it wasn't a rare sight. Mindy stuck to her typical tight tee and skinny jeans, sporting a small leather jacket to keep her warm tonight.
"Gotta move quickly, girl. Show starts in... what, thirty minutes? We got cameras waitin' on us." "Y-yes, sir. We've g-got a full show to-... tonight!"Matt turned his head to look down at his assistant with a quick smirk, "Relax, for once. Tonight is BBW's Christmas! We're supposed to be celebrating!... Maybe get you into something a little more festive, eh? Like a mini sk-"
Matt's attempt to goad his assistant into being in a more "cheerful" mood was interrupted by the screaming of one of his employees, quickly putting an end to his own cheerful mood. Matt whirled around and stared down the hall at the stampeding, masked man. "What is it?! Can't you see I'm having a conversation here?!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 8:15 pm
Finally, Hiro stop across from the man he was looking for, though it seemed like Shanahan was In no mood. "There you are, Shanahan! Do you not see me right now? ARE YOU BLIND? Look, I love getting number one contendership matches as much as the next guy, but I am seriously hurt! I have to wear this mask cause my nose was broken! Jarel gave me an un-warrented chokeslam, and than Draven kicked the crap out of me, and then....OH YEAH! Where the ******** is the King family? They triple teamed me last week! They broke my nose! Why the hell Is all this s**t happening to me? Is this because of you? Did you send them? Is it because I am minority? Is it because I dont believe in "Gods"? Perhaps its because I look better in black than you? Regardless, I want to get my hands on those damn royally spoiled brats, and I want to not let Jarel Damone get his hands on me!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 8:30 pm
"SHUT UP!" Shanahan finally exclaimed as Hiro came to an end, causing Mindy to nearly fall backwards from shock; the constant rambling from everyone was something he was getting extremely tired of. After the sudden outburst, Matt took a moment to close his eyes and compose himself. "... Now, I understand your concerns about King's inbred brats, and Kayla... you and Omega -both- have been victims of their ego trips, and I assure you that I am looking into the situation. No one... wants them gone more than -I- do."
Matt spat out in response, his words thick with venom on the topic. "... As for your match tonight? I'm sorry, that was booked prior to the assault. You asked for your shot at the OECW Seasons Title? Guess what? You got it. It's not my problem you lost. Now, is there a reason behind this? Shanahan quizzed with narrowed eyes.
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Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 10:42 pm
A large stretch limousine arrives backstage, but no one exits.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 6:25 pm
Jarel walks in backstage after defeating Hiro. Apparently Shanahan hadn't noticed the match was over. However, his business with Hiro is over. He'd gotten the three count and his rematch with Salem, as well as his own stipulation. Now he returns to catering for food. Even Dragons get hungry and besides that, this one wants a snack as he watches Salem's match tonight.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 7:50 pm
[I will note that I was posting as just arriving to the arena and the way Hiro posted made me think that the match wasn't over. I'll edit.]
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