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 Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 6:45 am
Andrew laughed a bit while responding back. ''Man,I can't take a Dream seriously,you are just a simple rip-off of Freddie Kruger, now I don't know who do you think you are but I'll tell you this much, you are ******** when we encounter in the ring and pray for me to not visit your locker room to haunt you worse than Freddie did to his victims,you'll find yourself within my Chains if you talk too loud one more time and one last thing,you'll be Dreamin' in Hell at the PPV if I have the chance given by the GM.'' Andrew raised up from the chair,losing his peaceful mood as he got right up and personal with the Dream,glancing to the guy in an intense stare-down.
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 10:00 am
Why was it that everyone who had something to prove stepped right in the face of someone as dangerous as The Dream? This wasn't some old western flick starring some s**t kicking cowboy. In one swift movement, The Dream stepped forward into Andrew and sent his fist wrapped in barbed wire swinging low towards Styles' gut.
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 10:10 am
Andrew fel a stinging pain on his gut but afterwards,hell broke lose as Andrew would grab Cyrus in the air with both of his arms, attempting to go for a quick spinebuster right over one of the chairs,if that connected it would surely break the chair and raise some damage.
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 10:22 am
Matt was enjoying the spectacle in front of him while pondering The Dream's match idea. Dreamin' In Hell? Well, it certainly fit the old veteran well; after all, Cyrus was known for being one of the bigger fans of hardcore in the industry. He didn't say a word in response until he spotted Leone swinging his fist into Andrew's gut. While it connected, Shanahan was quickly out of his chair and around his desk, immediately shoving his muscular limbs between the two and halting any further violence.
"Not in my office!" He roared at them, glancing between the two men. "If you want each other so bad, you'll have your wish, but on -my- terms!" His eyes darted to stare down at Styles, "You wanna put your money where your mouth is?" He then turned to stare down at Leone as well, "And you want to test out your match? Fine, you've both got it. As for when? I'll decide that. Now both of you, get the ******** out of my office!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 10:35 am
Andrew nodded a bit with a grin,getting exactly what he wanted as he said. ''I sure will put my money where my mouth is.''
Andrew would then loosen his resistance as he would say in a joking way while placing his hands inside of his pockets. ''Ta-ta for now,Boss.'' Waving a bit before opening the door with his left hand as he would start whistling,thinking to himself. ''I sure got my stake claimed now,i'll do my best to take down the Dream.''
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 10:37 am
The Dream looked at Matt and then at Styles. A grin crossed his face and he gave the God of Punks a nod. "Yeah, alright. It was good seeing ya again Matt." Cyrus shoved his hand back into his pocket and slipped the barbed wire off. He headed for the door without a second glance.
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 10:41 am
Matt only gave The Dream a nod as the man left, shutting the door behind him. With a sigh, he relished in the silence for just a moment. He took his time to pace back to his chair before sliding down into the thick leather cushion. "That ought to be a good match," he muttered to himself while turning his TV monitor back on...
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 7:06 pm
BB4:
A hooded figure approached the GM's office. This was some time after Damone made his edict to Salem. He looked back and forth to ensure that he was not being watched, and then he drew a few things from under his cloak. A parchment in one hand, a dagger in the other; the man plunged the dagger into the door, pinning the note to the God of Punk's residence. Satisfied with the job, he quickly vanished.
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 3:39 pm
BB7
KNOCK KNOCK
The door swings open before the knock can be answered. It wasn't really the kind of knock you answer. It was the kind of knock you use to alert someone who is potentially masturbating. Right through, sweating lightly, walks the immaculately dressed ex-wrestler and sports agent Freakshow. Back from what had to have been an intense tennis match with whatever business partner he's trying to ******** over. On his phone he chats loudly. "Oh yeah! HAHAHAH! That's great. I gotta go- Don't worry- Nah don't worry, checks in the mail,"
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 4:10 pm
Sitting behind the desk was the General Manager, Matt Shanahan, and he did not look the slightest bit amused. After having his opening segment of the night hijacked by The House That King Spawned, his tolerance for bullshit was already at an all time low. It didn't help that they called him out and threatened him.
It also didn't help that guy who was entering his office was his truest rival, Freakshow.
The God of Punks stared at the tacky-dressed man standing in front of him. In no way, shape, or form did that outfit compliment his body or appearance. Maybe Freakshow had just let himself go since his retirement? Either way, Matt didn't make a sound as his old enemy entered the office, rambling on his phone. No, he was polite enough to wait; despite that, his stare was as cold and piercing as ever.
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Posted: Fri Jan 31, 2014 8:09 pm
CLACK
Freak slaps the phone shut and pushes it into his pocket while chomping obnoxiously on some minty gum. The blonde widens his eyes as if surprised that Matt Shanahan would be in Matt Shanahans office. "Matt!" He begins to chew louder and more annoyingly on his gum. "Ya finally gone corporate kiddo- Say this place ain't half bad-" He blinks a few times, his eyes darting around the office, "See ya got uh.. Two chairs there, nice desk dealio, coffee thingy.."
His voice trails off, within seconds he has a Styrofoam cup in his hand. "You don't mind do ya?" The new yorker looks up towards Shanahan with his finger pressed against the button. "Of course you don't." He leans down, closes his eyes and inhales the fumes of the beverage deeply. "Aaaah.." He promptly spits the gum out of his mouth onto the ground and takes a slow sip, all under the watchful death gaze of Matt Shanahan.
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Mister Mirage rolled 0-sided dice:
Total: 0 (-0)
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Posted: Fri Jan 31, 2014 8:21 pm
Cyrus stepped up to the door. The Lion paused only for a moment before sending three bangs into the door of the god of punk's door. The last time he was in the office, it was nearly left destroyed.
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Posted: Fri Jan 31, 2014 8:30 pm
The Storm stared in silence at the man who was making himself at home. Same old Freakshow, same old ego. Just as he was about to address the poorly dressed elephant in the room, he heard someone banging on his door.
"... What did I do to deserve this displeasure, Nicky?" Matt snarled underneath his breath before letting a sudden shout, "AND WHAT THE ******** DO YOU WANT?!" He roared at whoever was on the other side of the door, his facial features falling back into their cold seriousness immediately after.
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Posted: Fri Jan 31, 2014 8:39 pm
Cyrus smirked and stepped through the door. A metal briefcase was in his hands, and he held it up in plain sight as he entered the office. "Whenever your listening boss." He turned and glanced at freakshow. Who the hell was that a*****e?
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Posted: Fri Jan 31, 2014 9:12 pm
Freakshow flinches back a bit as Shanahan project his voice all up onto him. He swallows hard, "..Tough day at the office huh?-" his coffee dripping mustache dips as he frowns. He gaze ricochets towards Cyrus to his metal briefcase, "Nice lunchbox chief." He ducks down to sip his coffee.
Slurp
"I got one like it, cept it's gold and fulla money," As if on cue the fast talking agent reaches into his pocket and whips out a white business card, holding it in between his fingers towards Leone. "Here's my card." He snorts and turns his attention back towards Shanahan as he drops the card, allowing it to float down into either a hand or the ground next to some gum.
The new yorker squints at Matt. "Sheesh. I was just stopping by to see a few friends but this place, I've been watchin', it's a real madhouse- You must be under a lot of pressure huh?" The blonde pauses, tugging at his colar "I mean you've got those kids- You see those kids out there? Opening the show?- I'd hate to have their sights trained on my head that's for sure- " He rambles. "Getting catering set up, working with Kelly King," And eases towards a chair, "-Finding the right arenas to rent, paying your boys... Not to mention the japs.."
"You must be under a lot of pressure," He repeats himself as he stands behind the chair, infront of the desk. "I can relate ya know, I run a bar,"
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