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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 9:36 am
Before Booker can turn around or Nuke can make a move, Snypa attempts to send Booker over the ropes and to the ring floor with a clothesline.
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 11:59 am
Damijin Spade Before Booker can turn around or Nuke can make a move, Snypa attempts to send Booker over the ropes and to the ring floor with a clothesline. *Booker took a hard fall to the floor.*
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Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2010 2:05 am
-Nuclear Fusion- Nuke looked at Booker and pulled out his signature knuckle dusters, placing them on his fist. He spoke to the veteran.
"Let me guess; McMahon sent you?" [[Lazy 3nodding ]]
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Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2010 6:00 pm
-Nuclear Fusion- -Nuclear Fusion- Nuke looked at Booker and pulled out his signature knuckle dusters, placing them on his fist. He spoke to the veteran.
"Let me guess; McMahon sent you?" [[Lazy 3nodding ]] *Booker T's head was ringing. He couldn't hear Nuke Fusion well. Slowly he stood up, shaking his fist at Nuke while backing away.*
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 1:56 am
Nuke watched as the pathetic Booker T made his exit from the arena. Getting the crowd on his side, he started a chant.
"Na-na-naa-na, na-na-naa-na, way-ay-ay, GOODBYE!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 7:39 am
Snypa picks up his mic, joining Nuke in the taunting of Booker T. But instead...
"Hey, Booker T... since you wanna try to raise hell up in this b***h, why don't you get your b***h-made a** back down to this ring and fight it out? Doesn't matter if you want to defend that patriotic piece of crap you call a title or not, I just wanna fight!" Snypa exclaims, leaning on the ropes.
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 9:39 am
Nuke looked between Booker and Snypa, and stepped to the side.
"I don't think he has the balls to get in here, Rifle. He's not man enough."
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 9:42 am
Snypa looks back at Nuke, then at Booker, and then at Nuke.
"You make a good point, Fusion," Snypa agrees. "Maybe it's because he's from one of those inbred states. What was it, Texas?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 11:48 am
Nuke laughed at the inbred joke, and nodded.
"I believe it was. So Booker, if you've got the cahones, I'd gladly step out of the way and let Snypa beat you down again."
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 8:58 pm
*A stagehand presented Booker T with a mic. Booker T held his head.*
As the United States Champion, I don't have to give you anything. Snypa, sucka, if you want a match, take it up with the GM. Until then, you ain't getting squat.
*Booker T walked to the back with a chorus of bos.*
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 7:39 am
Nuke looked at Snypa and nodded, pointing at Booker. He spoke to him away from the mic.
"Go take down his a**."
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 9:58 am
"Terror Train" Hit the PA as Draze came out from the back fresh of his minor ankle injury from Bash at the Beach. He made his way down the ramp and into the ring, where he grabbed a mic from the stage hand. "Nuke! I would like to be your team man! It would be a real honor!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 10:01 am
Nuke looked at Draze, who had completely bypassed Booker, like the piece of dirt he is.
"Another strong and able body. Welcome to the team, buddy. At this rate, McMahon will have no chance. No chance at all .."
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 7:39 pm
Snypa turns back to Nuke and Draze.
"So that's...three down, and two to go, correct?" asks the Rifle. "So, Fusion- do we wait here for all others willing to step forward, or do we set up for the inbred routine?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 4:52 am
"For now we'll leave it I think. I'm sure I can pick up a couple more guys before Survivor Series."
Nuke reached out to shake Snypa's hand, to show their allegiance.
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