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 Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 6:26 pm
"Look, .0. I earned that match by being damn good. I have worked my a** off giving others a chance, and now, its my turn. Now, if you'd please...pick the mic up off the ground and interview me, before your kids come in here and put me through your damn desk." The cameraman panned into King, watch him clutch his stapler. The feed was actually playing live on the titantron!
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 1:12 am
Matt stood in his trailer with his head sticking out the door still, waiting for Kelly King to show life and exit his tent with the stapler. Apparently, he didn't hear him. "KING! STAPLER. PLEASE. Things have to be stapled!" He shouted even louder. Take that, live feed.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 10:14 am
Omega was walking past the GM's trailer when he heard something about a stapler. For whatever reason this made him crave some food, but rather than head to the catering table he opted to pull out a cell phone and order some Chinese. "Yo man, let me get a little bit of everything that you guys sell in those Styrofoam containers you got and send it to the address I'm about to mumble out." he spoke loudly as he was for some reason unable to contain his voice.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 7:58 pm
"Uh, okay, Hiro," he lifts the stapler up as though it was a microphone and puts it up near the man's face without moving from his seat. "How does it feel to be one of the most unappreciated wrestlers in the history of the business?"
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 8:17 pm
"Well, King, it feels somewhat...Sad. Let me tell you, it's complicated feeling this way. You feel like you'll never get anywhere, perhaps never reach the heights of some of the greats such as...well...you! Yeah, King. Being so unappreciated can be really discouraging, but if you believe in yourself...than you can do anything. Even allow yourself to be interviewed by a complete douche-nozzle!" Hiro smiled and nodded a bit, looking King right in the face as the crowd let a laugh and an "oooooh".
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 8:33 pm
"Okay, that's fair, my douche-nozzleness has been known to many people. But Hiro, how can you hope, in your old age, you possibly match Salem Croft, who is not only on a huge hot streak, but is also probably legitimately better than you in every single way and has the edge on you in youth? I mean, you can't even beat me or my children in a real match." Shots. Fired.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 8:45 pm
With the slam of the door of a old Ford Astro Van, Brody Robinson made his presence known in the backstage area of the day's events, carrying a large pepperoni pizza from Papa John's, a joke he was sure no one else would find funny in the slightest. But in his defense, he wasn't about to eat from a BBW catering table. Not after last time.
He was only in the area for a few moments before he heard Matt's second plea to his Head of Talent Relations. With a chuckle, he made his way to the GM's office, thinking it was a bit early for people to be yelling back and forth. Or just yelling, considering Matt seemed to be having an argument with himself. Upon seeing a head sticking out from the trailer, Brody tried to get Matt's attention with a short wave.
"Hey boss. Havin' a bad day?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 8:52 pm
"Ha, well there you go! Looks like you don't wanna be the only a*****e in the room for much longer. Well, alright, I'll give you put of assholey-ness right back at cha' pal. You see, Im gonna be 30 this year, for one. Im not that old. Two, I know Salem Croft damn well. He and I go wayyyy back, right back to his debut. I helped him become what he is today. His skill is un-paramount, that is for damn sure. However, he needs to understand...I have been doing this much longer. I am damn fine at what I do. He could be a little better, he damn well is. However, he takes a little something from everyone he fights. Needless to say, so do I. I trained with a certain someone before this show came around, and I took a very important skill from him that will help me beat Salem. As for you? d**k, you're pretty good at attacking people from behind. Your kids, they are pretty good at attacking in a group. Your whole kingdom is full of talentless freaks." Another nice crowd reaction, thats for sure.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 9:07 pm
"Actually, I speared you. That's not an attack from behind. In fact, by definition, I cannot have physically attacked you from behind. Listen, ********, can I call you ********, listen ********, do you really think you can beat Salem Copperhead Croft? Do you really think that this is the night that you become BBW Champion? Or is tonight just like any other night. You go out. On the road again. You lose. You go back to your hotel room alone. You shower. You cry. You sleep."
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 9:18 pm
"Haha, that's great. Yeah, you can call me ********, bro." Hiro cleared his throat a bit, chuckling a tad. He looked at King, but was unable to continue to keep a straight face. "Look..Psshhh...Hahaha...Oh my god...Okay, look....King...hahaha...Okay, sorry, sorry. So, King, I know I can beat him. I know tonight is the night. Tonight's a night full of differences. Hiro winning. Hiro being BBW World Champion. Hiro not being jumped. Hiro not failing. Hell, it could even include Hiro putting a past-his-prime old man who likes to play make believe through his fancy ********' desk." Hiro slammed his fists down on King's desk, looking at him dead in the eyes. The laughing and happiness Hiro just had was gone, quickly. The fans knew it was getting serious. "Now, get that stapler out of my face. I know what you're thinking. We'll see just how much longer the suits keep a man in his position that would dare use a lethal weapon against a talent."
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 9:28 pm
Matt's attention shifted to focus on the Sanguine Invitational finalist, and one of his favorites, Brody Robinson. He gave the man a nod, while jabbing a thumb towards King's tent. "Yeah, our Crimson City Champ stole my stapler and..." with a sudden raise of his voice that the camera surely picked up, "KING IS TOO BUSY TO GIVE ME HIS GODDAMN STAPLER APPARENTLY. MAYBE HE SHOULD CHANGE THAT."
With a sigh, Matt's focus realigned on Brody, "Anyways, you need anything, man? I know ya got a big match tonight."
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 9:48 pm
The titantron feed would suddenly cut to an image of Salem Croft passing through the field that acted as the base of operations for tonight's show. Sporting his beloved BBW Championship belt on one shoulder and his snake-laden sack on the other, "The Copperhead" caught the crowd's enthusiasm, provoking them to cheer and clap loud enough to be heard from outside the open-air arena. Bare-chested in his buckled-up black jeans, his wrists were wrapped in the snakeskin wraps he'd become accustomed to wearing since discovering this newfound confidence that oozed through his stride, despite the recent setbacks that'd been imposed upon him by the likes of Freakshow and Ryan Killman. Passing by the General Manager's 'office', Salem ducked into the trailer and pulled something out of his pocket - a rubber, baby snake about five inches long that he extended towards a stack of papers and clamped the mouth down upon the corner. With a metallic crunch, the tab of the stack was bitten into place with a staple from the toy office utensil, which Salem left on Matt's desk with a grin before stepping out to leave his boss with Brody.
It was then that Croft overheard Hiro's loudly lauded remarks about his ability to claim the world title tonight, provoking the reigning champ to pause and listen from outside the tent as he passed by.The camera angle would cut to face Hiro as he pounded the desk, revealing the smirking Salem standing behind the #1 Contender now while the latter was unaware. Raising his eyebrows at King from behind Mr. Shin-Mozas, Salem leaned in and cleared his throat loudly in Hiro's ear, letting his chilling breath scrape the side of Hiro's cheek and neck as he sought to get the attention of his opponent for the evening.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 9:51 pm
Brody eyes followed Matt's thumb-motion over to King's tent, which led him to notice the film crew through the opening. He guessed that was why the crowd was making random noises, but he honestly wasn't interested in who or what was actually going on. Probably another self-important p***k trying to act tough, as if that was worth a camera crew. When he heard Matt's question, he simply shrugged and looked back to the GM.
"Nah. I was mostly coming over to see what all the fuss was about."
Shooting another look over at King's tent, Brody nodded in it's direction, offhandedly placing his pizza box on a convenient storage container. He was about to offer to go and just get the stapler from King before he caught sight of Salem walking into Matt's trailer. A few seconds and one soft 'click' later, he exited again, heading towards King's tent. Slightly confused at what had just happened, he looked back to Matt once again.
"Why was Salem carrying around a stapler?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 10:05 pm
"Well King? You're acting like such a self-important p***k here, stop that. You're embarrassing yourself on the titantron." Hiro felt the breathing down his neck and ear. He felt like he might just be about to get sexual assaulted. However, it wasn't a serial rapist, it was his opponent for the night, Salem Croft! "Hey, Salem! What's up, man?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 10:19 pm
Salem chuckled, patting Hiro on the back before taking a step away, giving the man some personal space while offering a more friendly smile. Salem liked seeing Hiro making waves in BBW as of late, and the prospect of facing his long-time friend and promoter was a genuine treat for the fledgling titleholder. Nodding his head to King as a quick gesture of respect, "The Copperhead" turned his attention back to Hiro, lowering his eyes to taunt him with a cheeky grin.
"Ahaha. Hey, Hiro - good seeing you, bud. Just thought I'd take a peek in here since I heard my name being tossed around so loudly, but I shoulda known it was the Lei Ocean Loudmouth at it, again." Salem teased, reaching out to offer a handshake to the man he'd face to defend his title later. "Good luck to you out there, tonight."
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