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 Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 12:00 pm
The familiar comrade of Cyrus, Joe the Pizza guy appeared over the titantron between matches. The open beach stretched behind him, fans crowded the area and music was blasting on the beach. Tables also surrounded the area, stacked with pizza, beer, and other beverages. "Good afternoon Bad Blood Wrestling! I'm standing just outside the arena at a beach party hosted none other by the man the world isn't ready for, Cyrus ********' Everblaze!" The camera panned to the left, and then to the right. Joe looked behind him and glanced over the beach. "Cyrus?!"
"Hola! Up here Bill!" The camera quickly pans up to find Cyrus standing on a lifeguard chair. "Quick get the pizza!" Cyrus suddenly points out towards the water. "BEACHED WHAALE!"
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 12:05 pm
There's nothing like being on the beach for the day, at least not to the 500 pound, three-time tag team champion that laid near the shoreline. Whale Helmet had been laying peacefully near the water, until he heard Cyrus' cry; wait, where was Summers?
Whale Helmet took a moment to look around, until he realized that he just got called fat! Or a Whale, which was much more acceptable. He struggled to sit up and look back to Cyrus, letting out a loud "ATBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!" in response!
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 12:13 pm
Cyrus leaped from the lifeguard chair and dashed down the beach toward. "Hurry Bill, the poor thing is crying for help!"
"God dammit, my name's not ******** Bill!" Joe picked up a box of pizza followed Cyrus with a jog.
Quickly making it to the over weight competitor, Cyrus face palmed, realizing his mistake. He looked back towards Joe. "Oh you see Steve, it was just a fat guy."
"Cyrus, that's Whale Helmet."
"The ******** is a Whale Helmet?!"
"I swear, we've had this discussion before"
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 3:41 pm
It should be noted that, in the background of the scene, Tiger Hat was lying on a sunbed, his hat over his face, with a mojito in one hand. He gleefully basked in the sun as everything happened around him, without a care in the world.
YATTA~!!
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 5:41 pm
Among the other party goers were the sibling duo of Dallas Cruz and Marshall Lee. They could be seen sitting underneath a large beach umbrella, which was mostly there for Marshall's protection due to his severe 'sun allergy'. While he laid sprawled out on his beach towel, with his Ray Ban sunglasses over his eyes and his glorious body in display for all to see, his sister, Dallas was lounging back on her own towel. She was prompted up by the arms, her long, toned legs crossed over the other. She too wore sunglasses of her own, a matching pair like Marshall's. While her brother snoozed and enjoyed the salty smell of the beach, Dallas was mostly scoping out the others on the beach with them, mostly the men that passed by their area. She wondered where Leroy, the man that made their duo into a trio was. Most likely kicking over someone's sandcastle.
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 6:54 pm
Strolling across the sand with an easygoing stride, Salem Croft made an appearance at the BBW Beach Party, showing up to the soiree in brown, snake print swim trunks and his matching copperhead wrist wraps. Reaching up to run a hand through his hanging black bangs, Salem used his palm as a visor to shield out the sun and allow "The Copperhead" to scope out the scene further up the sand.
Fans were dancing and drinking, with some superstars mingling amongst them before their matches were to begin. Others were lounging on the shore, catching some sun and enjoying the surf as the tide came washing back and forth. Turning to face the water, Salem basked in the sun, his bronze skin bathed in the warm glow as his mind drifted off to a much more peaceful place prior to his uphill task, this evening - thwarting Freakshow and winning the Lord of Summer event to get back on track to regaining his World Championship glory.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2014 10:04 am
Dion went casual, wearing simply black trunks and sandals, and his trademark hat to let people know who he was. Not likely to be the safest attire, as he was roasting a pig on a spit nearby, but enough to be relatively cool in the heat. Turning away from the pig, he went over to where he was grilling burgers...on his shield.
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 5:18 pm
The smell of grilled meat intermingled with the salty smell of the sea filled the air, reaching the sensitive nostrils of Marshall. His stomach growled in response to the stimulating aroma. He slipped an arm from underneath his head and nudged his sister in the side with his elbow. "Hey, go get me a burger," he suggested, not bothering to look at her as he spoke.
Dallas glanced down at her lounging brother, "How do you want it?" She didn't mind the command, she was rather hungry herself.
He didn't answer her, he only turned his head turned to her. She saw his eyebrow raise up from behind his sunglasses. He didn't need to say a word for her to understand what he meant. "Point taken, I'll be back."
She rose from her beach towel and wandered off towards where the source of the grilling meat was coming from: Dion Necurat. She approached the BBQ pit, looking at the hog roasting on the spit and the burgers grilling on his...shield? Behind her Ray Ban sunglasses, her eyebrow rose in curiosity. Guess there was a shortage of grills. "Hey Dion," she greeted planting herself by him, but keeping a distance from the pit and the shield. "Mind grilling me up a few of those?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 7:22 pm
Dion glanced over at the pig roasting, and also took note of Dallas who had just sat down nearby. "For you? Sure; how do you like'em?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 7:39 pm
"I'll take mine well done," she explained, brushing her hair back from her face, "As for my brother's over there," she gestured over her shoulder with her thumb at Marshall still sprawled out underneath their umbrella, "He'll take his rare....very rare. You know what, don't even grill it. He likes it bloody." It sounded like she was making a joke, but judging by the expression on her face, she was being dead serious. The bloodier, the better was Marshall's logic.
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 7:47 pm
Dion set out two buns on plates as he finished cooking up one patty. He took a fresh patty, slapped it on the shield, quickly flipped it, then slid it on the bun. Dion turned to Dallas, giving her the plates. "There you are, one Joan of Arc and one Moo'er."
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 11:35 pm
"Oi!" A voice called out as Dion finished up the burgers for the dark duo. Approaching from the side was none other than the General Manager himself, Matt Shanahan. Was he dressed for the occasion? Nope. Black jeans, black muscle shirt, and aviators hid his features, as always. He wore a classic smirk as he stood between his enforcer and the two vandals that terrorized him for a number of weeks. "How the hell are you gonna make burgers without letting me know?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 7:43 am
Dion looked up at Shanahan after passing off the burgers to Dallas, then looked over to the shield grill. "I guess it slipped my mind," Dion said to the boss, "But tell you what; I'll grill you up a Juicy Lucy."
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 12:00 pm
"A... Juicy what? Is that even a type of burger?" Matt's eyebrow cocked at the strange description and crossed his arms. Damn Minnesotans. "Uh... whatever it is, just make sure it's not raw. If I come down with something, I'll blame that burger."
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 12:32 pm
Dion cracked his knuckles and got to work, grabbing a handful of ground beef and making a bowl, where he inserted two pieces of cheese and some shredded onion. He closed up the bowl and set in on the shield, listening to it sizzle and smelling the great scent of a great burger. After a time he was finished, putting the cheese-filled patty on a bun, and handing the plate over to Shanahan. "There you are; one Juicy Lucy, a midwest classic."
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