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 Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 5:39 pm
Jed held his title as he left the medic room.
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 6:05 pm
*Zade sees Jed leaving The medical room and he walks over*
Hey, Jed. I'm sorry, man. It was supposed to be a joke there were a few really weak fire crackers in a bag and that was it. I'm thinking my cousin was tryin to set me up. He's thinkin I've gone too soft, but man I gotta tell you I wasn't tryin to hurt you. I'll understand if you don't buy it or want some time to think things over that's fine and in a moment when I offer you my hand I'll understand if you don't shake it. I just had to appologize, because whether I'm the one who wanted you hurt or not, I'm the one who caused it by trying to play a joke
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 9:35 pm
The Natural walked along the corridors of the GWF backstage area, satisfied after his shower and ready to head up to the training area for a bit of one-on-none action to try and work on his transition holds. His Abdominal Stretch had been particularly weak in his match against Freakshow and he meant to rectify that.
On his way to the training area he happened across Jacob who was clearly preparing for his match against Matt Seraph. Nate stopped and watched him tighten his wrist tape before going to one of the vending machines lined up against the wall.
"Hey, good luck in your match tonight Figgins. Make it a win."
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 10:16 pm
Stevie walks over to Evans before he can make it to the training area.
Hey, man. I'm sorry about earlier it was just supposed to be a joke, but my sense of humor is a bit out of whack sometimes. However, I did see your match earlier and it was quite amazing. You've been here a week longer than I, but that was still your first match and it was still a win. That impressed alot of people. I know you haven't seen me fight yet, but I have an offer. I'm hearing rumors that the head honchos here in GWF are starting up a tag team division. We're both new. We've similar builds. And if we won those titles we'd have some leverage here in the company. Something most newbies don't get. I'm not gonna demand an answer right now. I'll wait till next week if you want. maybe then I'll have a match and you can scout it out. But I can see it in your eyes. You, alot like me, want the powere that comes with having a championship title. Are you willing to do what it takes to get that power?
The Maximum walks away after staring down Evans
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 12:36 am
Jacob at first seems to ignore the well wishing, seeming to thoroughly examine a crinkled up bill in his pocket. His green hues scanning over every detail of the bank note, while he mumbled to himself. Those with good hearing might have heard something along the lines of this. "Bloody CIA marked my bills. I slip this in the machine they'll discover my location and blast me with their orbital rail gun. Or worse, tie me down while hilary clinton ******** it I'm thirsty" He slipped the bill into the machine to purchase a bottle of water. Taking a small sip from the bottle, he suddenly splashes the rest on his head and in a circle around him.
Finally noticing the Natural he looked to the young up start. "Oh believe me, I've faced and beaten the likes of seraph before. but I won't underestimate him. I gotta put on a good show. the FBI is watching through the light bulbs. If they catch someone not pulling their weight. They end up with the mental capacity of a hamster. And pretty much all they can do is stand on the streets and join the ranks of creepy hobos who yell random crap. "The sad part is, by the tone of his voice it seemed he actually believed all of that
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 7:19 pm
Nate watched with a bewildered but definitely amused expression as Jacob fiddled with his bill, debating with himself whether it was worth the risk of having the CIA be able to track him just to get a bottle of water... After weighing the threat of Orbital Bombardment against Eye-sight scarring encounters Figgins apparently made up his mind and jammed the bill into the money slot to get his water. Up to this point Nate had been all but ignored by the conspiracy theorist, but when Jacob turned to leave he seemed to register the comments that the Natural had made towards him.
"Haha, right you are Figgins... wouldn't want to end up with any of us getting thrown out with the hobos with nothing more than a hamster's intelligence to help us try to escape..." Nate shook his head, completely unable to figure out whether Jacob was playing a part or genuinely believed every word he was saying. He shuddered slightly at the thought that Jacob might actually just be that messed up before continuing on his way up to the training room.
He didn't get far though before he was made to stop again however; this time by the man he had shown the Wildcard to earlier on... Stevie Maximus.
The Natural listened carefully to every word Mr. Maximum had to say, particularly the words that hinted at winning the Tag-Team title belts... Nate had only been in GWF for a week and he knew that gold didn't come to superstars so quickly except in the most spectacular of circumstances... But there was no reason why he couldn't be spectacular, was there? As Stevie finished his little speech Nate held the Maximum's stare evenly, until Stevie walked off and then without turning around he said simply.
"I'll be watching during your match Stevie... depending on what I see, we might be talking again soon..." It seemed that the Natural had a potential ally in the trickster Maximus... Or was this just an elaborate ploy to lure him in for revenge for Nate laying Stevie out... Only time would tell and the Natural kept the wheels in his head spinning as he once again set off to the training area, wondering if he would ever get there with the number of distractions that there seemed to be backstage at GWF...
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 2:55 am
There is a knock coming from a door that leads outside. One of the nearby stage hands hears it and wonders who could be at the door before continuing to work. A moment later he hears the knocking again, only this time it's louder. He walks over to the door
"Who's there?" he asks, to no reply.
He opens the door and is greeted by a roundhouse kick from Stevie Maximus
who quickly walks inside the building.
"What the hell took you so long?" he asks the unconscious man laying on the floor. "It's okay, I forgive you. Just don't do it again"
He then walks off talking to himself about tag team titles
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