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 Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 9:21 pm
[This is the section where contracted wrestlers can interact and do their business. As the event is being held outdoors, the 'backstage area' is a sea of trailers, tents, and catering booths. The General Manager's Office is a large trailer near the center of the area. This thread will only be active during the Spring in The Ring show at the the Zilker Park in Austin Texas.]
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 11:54 pm
[The Head of Talent Relation's Tent located next to the General Manager's trailery.]
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 9:14 am
The True Crimson was within his personal trailer, it having the Stylian symbol on the outside, so any outsiders knew that was where to find Andrew Styles. Thoughts ran through Styles' mind, aimless thoughts with no fundamental bases as he was training his physique for the best performance possible, now doing push ups and previously having done abdominal training, stretching exercises, hitting punches on his now beat up boxing bag as well knees and kicks, the sweat of the wrestler pouring from the forehead to the floor with the push-ups and breath being controlled for the while as it was not an intense training, plans for tonight being: -Winning his match. -Go out of the ring. -Try to find his new mentor back in the trailer park. -Try to make an innovative plan. One thing could be already risked out of the list because he stopped his training for a bit, cleaning his sweat off with the small blue towel, from under the armpits, the neck, the face and his arms before putting on his black shirt, on the back saying: ''Hatred, Nothing but a Constant to Humanity.'' in red letters and in the front of the shirt, having the Stylian symbol in red, gold and silver designs, the silver and gold designs being stamped and not really designed into the shirt. After putting the shirt on, he walked out of his trailer, opening the door and locking it down with the key that he inserted in the key hole, twisting it clock-wise before putting the key on his right pocket and walking around as in a search for his new mentor, in a way, Blackjack. Just walking around the back in the search, not knowing who he would find on the way to find his mentor and it's not like it mattered as his face was still covered in the silver mask but this time, it had a Twisted Metal's Sweet Tooth design on top of it and behind the mask there was the bandaged face, hands within the pockets, walk elegant, eyes aware of the surroundings and senses sharp right now, heart beat accelerated due to the training.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 5:36 pm
Andrew would not have to search long for Blackjack's trailer. It was pretty obvious who the trailer with a large red 21painted on the side belonged to. The numbers were painted in what looked to be dried blood. The trailer door was left wide open, negating the need for Andrew to knock. Inside the trailer, Andrew would find one side gutted and replaced with a lab of some sort. In the center of the lab was a wooden wheelbarrow coveted in a tarp. It was surrounded by various lab equipment, black powder was scattered about with thick paper, and in one corner several packages with Hindu writing sat stacked, all of them opened and empty; all of them with a clear bio-hazard symbol on them.
At the other end of the trailer sat Blackjack, and hookers. Blackjack was nearly naked, and sat with a hooker in his lap, a cigar in one hand, and a half empty bottle of gin in the other.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 9:21 pm
Xavier X kicked his way out of his trailer as he stepped out in his normal ring gear. Today he was a bit more energetic and determined about tonight, that it being a huge PPV. He had a water bottle in hand as he started walking around the area.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 6:49 am
The True Crimson stopped near a trailer with a large 21 painted in red, the effect being similar to dry blood but nowadays there exists paint that can do that to a color, none the less, it imposed respect and fear in an unacknowledged person.
Breathing in deeply before slowly stepping in the trailer, not minding much about the formalities as now Andrew just leaned in the wall right after stepping in, leaving the door open was a disrespect where he came from.
As to fix that small problem, he slowly stretched his right arm, pushing the door to a closed state as his eyes scanned his surroundings, a laboratory, Indian material with bio-hazard warnings, absolutely a nice lab for working and plotting but what caught Andrew's eye was the fact that Blackjack was simply having fun and relaxing on the other side of the trailer.
Not minding much his mentor's nearly naked state since it was not something so out of this world to be opening the mouth in amazement, sure the guy had class on the cigars and gin, also knew how to pick the hookers, evidently.''Heh, enjoying the sin of the flesh, Mentor?''Styles asked in such a nonchalant tone that it seemed a really normal thing in his life, crossing his arms over his chest, the gloved hands exposed to a certain extent, most of his clothing was black, so he actually could blend near the darkness if it was not for his silver Sweet Tooth design mask which the hooker would react to with a slight fearful face at first, because that would be a bit like a Murderer mask.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 11:25 pm
The door to the trailer swung open, and in behind Andrew walked in the BBW Champion, Hiro. He wore a track suit, as if he wanted to hide his attire for this evening. The BBW Championship was strapped around his waist. "Hello, Gentlemen. Good to see you're both here and ready to fight this evening. I just got done putting the finishing touches on my little surprise for tonight. If this whole arena wasn't already planning to fuel me by trying to boo me out of the arena, they will be now. Anyway, Black, I brought him. After Andrew and I took off with him last Monday, we managed to do what we had to do. The transformation is complete. He's let the hatred consume him. Here, lemme bring him in...oh, Daniel?" Hiro called out behind him into the dark. Who was Daniel?
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 6:07 am
Everybody is shocked when Cartwright makes his appearance. He stands in-front of the BBW World Champion. He doesn't appear to be his usual self. Maybe being smacked with a lead pipe at the end of the match did something. Cartwright is dressed all in black, black jeans, black shirt, black coat, black shoes and black gloves. It's all so unlike him. It's so....boring. He looks around at the group of men he is in the company of. Then at the hookers, who keep his attention for a little longer. His face shows no emotions at all.
Cartwright: "Yes Jake?!"
Who was Jake? surprised razz
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 1:46 am
Blackjack made no effort to move the girl occupying his lap as Andrew entered the trailer. He did however nod to one of the three excess hookers who quickly got up and started moving jars of a cream politics into a cabinet. Blackjack motioned to Andrew with the cigar, and a second hooker got up revealing a comfortable lounge chair. "It's only a sin if you feel guilty about it."
Just then, the door that Andrew meticulously closed, burst open and the BBW Champion, Hiro strolled in. He took a moment to brag about himself, something Blackjack felt he more than deserved. Then he announced the success of their plan, and introduced a new friend.
When Cartwright entered the trailer Blackjack finally stood up. He shoved his hooker aside, heedless of nudity, Blackjack extended a hand towards Cartwright; "Welcome to my casa Daniel, glad to see you've seen the light. I see you have an eye for the girls. By all means, help yourself."
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 12:58 pm
The True Crimson shrugged a bit, showing his non-trusting roots, he helped himself to the exit, totally ignoring the invite to take a seat after Blackjack motioned to Andrew with the cigar as to make the second hooker get up which revealed a lounge chair at the time, hands placed within his pockets, eyes behind the mask just distrusting, like he was in the wolf's coven but the point was not that, he had come to his mentor's trailer as to try get a plan into motion but as there were two people interrupting that plan of Andrew's.
He went through the exit door and stopped outside of the trailer as now some struggling sounds could be heard but all it was happening right now was Andrew's punch honing, fists to rip through the wind as he weaved like a boxer yet his feet movement was really sloppy, not fitting the upper area's skillful moves, not at all. Even if his body was trained every day, one thing was training the body, the other was getting the rhythm to fight, like dancing to his own beat. It was completely off for a wrestler.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 2:44 pm
Cartwright's eyes return to look at Blackjack's as he accepts his offer of a handshake. It is a very soft handshake, like Cartwright is putting no effort into it, but that is due to his new self. The nudity, Hindu writing and dried blood does not seem to bother him at all. Whatever has happened to Cartwright has completely dulled his usual personality. The one thing that appears to remain is his love of women.
Cartwright: "Thank you Jack. I like her on the right."
Cartwright approaches a busty blond hooker who is only just wearing a bra and very short skirt. Without even saying a word to each other, they begin to snog passionately in the corner.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2014 6:03 pm
Blackjack stepped past Cartwright, clapping him on the shoulder. "Then help yourself. Get your rocks off, or just worked up. She's yours to use. Just don't do anything... lethal." He looked to Hiro as he spoke the last word and stepped towards his wardrobe pulling a pair of oddly heavy dress slacks on and buckling the belt low on his waist. He stood next to Hiro and grinned, "You've been doing good, and your, plans for tonight; you're going to piss off even your fair-weather fans. You've taken to your lessons well. This rook that scammed a title shot will be easy enough, so I'll be holding on your match. I got you a gift though." Blackjack grabbed a fist sized black package off of a shelf and tossed it to Hiro. "If you want to keep that belt for a while I expect you to make him look like a fool."
Not staying to watch Hiro open the surprise, Blackjack strolled out into the rainy evening to find his newest protégé. He moved in next to Andrew unconcerned with the young man's physical training. He stared off into the distance, watching fans shamble about in the rain, umbrellas and parkas giving the massive crowd an undulating appearance. "I don't expect you to male friends with Hiro, or Cartwright, but for as long as you want my help, for as long as you want to feel the weight of Crimson Gold, around your waist, you will be a part of my plans. Your match tonight is with someone unknown, and we're not going to rob you of a chance to do to someone what I did to you. You're going to get your title back, and until you do, we're going to break the face of every man unlucky enough to end up in the ring with you." Blackjack reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver set of brass knuckles; the top was set with four raised crimson studs. He tossed the custom knuckles to Andrew for him to inspect "Win, lose, it doesn't matter, so long as you cave his face in."
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2014 1:29 am
The True Crimson stopped his speedy punch training as to listen to his mentor's words, the eyes of Styles just glancing to his mentor, analyzing the surroundings, the brass knuckles and most importantly, his mentor's face to what the other had said, the rain not being even the slightest bothersome to Andrew. "I'm not here to make any friends with your protégés or for that matter, anyone you take under your wing. I'm just going to prove one point, you'll know who is the best person you got under your wing right now and I'll raise havoc all over the place. I'll play your game but don't expect me to use all the pieces on the table.'' After having that said, the masked wrestler slowly scanned the brass knuckles that were handed to him, glancing carefully at the crimson studs and at the design before he grinned under his mask and placed the brass knuckles on his right hand and moved away a bit as he started training once again his physique, this time, having added weight on the right hand as to know precisely how much he can maneuver, hmn...light steel, strong design, good grip, devastating in the correct hands and useless in the wrong hands, oh such a good weapon.
After putting a slow stop to the weaving and punching session, knowing Blackjack was right there, Andrew stepped in and slid the brass knuckles on the right pocket before he went close and personal, near Blackjack, just thinking a bit before speaking once again. ''Thank you for taking me under your wing but I'll aim to be your magnum opus of the protégés that you have, if I have to break faces down of every one that gets in the ring with me in a way of showing my devotion, so be it. First victim will be tonight."
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