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 Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 10:30 am
Sat on the steel beams of the ceiling watching all the superstars bickering at eachother and watching some familiar faces walk by.
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 8:56 am
*Walking around the backstage area preparing for his debut match
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 2:28 pm
Magnavox roamed around the backstage area. He was taking a look at the new faces, to him, here in International Championship Wrestling. This place was huge! Magnavox began to look around. He didn't want to make any enemies here.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 3:11 am
A 1967 Volkswagen Micro bus pulled up backstage. The side door slid open and a rather large thick cloud of smoke came rolling from the van. With the cloud came a very peculiar aroma that would give anyone capable of remembering flashbacks of the seventies. After several long moments the smoke began to clear and out stepped ICW's Television Champion, Jacques Timur. Inside the van it was visible that it was packed full of long dread locked haired people. One of the passengers in the van leaned out and handed Jacq his title belt.
"Here you go man."
Jacq took the belt.
"Merci."
The man that handed Jacq his belt chuckled.
"Jacq man! You're totaly groovy in like... a funky psychedelic way man!"
Jacq stared back at the man with a very dazed look on his face.
"Jacq knows."
Jacq turned and entered the doorway entering the backstage area. Jacq looked around with the same dazed look on his face, before smacking his lips together several times.
"Jacq is thirsty"
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 3:13 pm
[Just going by what seems to be the most active match so far.]
Magnavox entered a random room. There were a few men watching something from a television set. Magnavox quicly headed over to it to see what they were watching. It came to his attention that a match was currently taking place. "Whoa, Shanahan Vs. DJ." He turned his head to look at a few of the people who were watching the match, they all seemed to be backstage crew and such. Magnavox then turned back to the screen. 'CRACK!' "HOLY s**t!" Yelled one of the crew, as it the screen flashed the image of The Punk crushing DJ's head with a bat! "Holy crap..." Muttered Magnavox as this brutal battle between the rivals continued.
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 3:42 pm
Jacq continued to roam the backstage when he just so happened upon a couple vending machines. Jacq eagerly fed the machine quarter after quarter and franticly jammed the buttons. The machine gave a slight 'whir' followed by a 'clank!'. Jacq retrieved his orange soda and proceeded to chug. He tossed the can in a nearby recycle bin (because real champs don't litter) and proceeded down the hallway and through the curtain for his first match of the evening.
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 4:21 pm
Mordacai walks in with bag around shoulder seeing some good superstars
Aye sup da name is Mordacai im new but trust me im good
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 1:08 am
Jacq sat in a chair leaned back against the wall, with an unopened bottle of orange soda in his lap. He was staring in a trance like state at the white board where the night's match card was written. Several long moments passed as Jacq not even so much as blinked.
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 8:05 am
Knockout jumps down from the steel beams and starts walking around the backstage.
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 8:29 am
Mordacai walks in lookin and spots Knockout*
aye man how you doing did you tell him yet did you
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 10:06 am
David Sat in his chair Rachel laying on the bench next to him and Crimson Standing next to him.
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 11:17 am
Knockout starts to laugh a bit
"Relax and I'm just spotting some new faces. No old ones yet."
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 5:34 pm
Soothsayer Jeckal Jacq sat in a chair leaned back against the wall, with an unopened bottle of orange soda in his lap. He was staring in a trance like state at the white board where the night's match card was written. Several long moments passed as Jacq not even so much as blinked.
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 6:27 pm
((Assuming this is before our little promo segement match thing)) "What Jacq cannot figure out... Monsieur Brody, is why is Jacq left off the card. Jacq is a former champion, and has only lost one match, and not his title match. Jacq has also been within the top five of ICW.com's power ten since it started. Why would management not book Jacq?" Jacq spoke the words without ever once looking in Brody's direction. He took the bottle of soda in his lap and twisted it open, the bottle let out a hiss followed by the familiar cracking of the seal. Jacq raised the bottle to his lips and took a sip. Never taking his eyes off the board.
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 6:38 pm
Brody shurgged and looked to the board. "I couldn't tell you man. Maybe their giving you a week off, Seeing as you did bleed more than any of us in the Barbed Wire Massacre."
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