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 Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 2:03 pm
"So you really came, eh?"
Andrew Styles spoke coldly and sharply to his 'ally' and 'tag partner', his arms folded as his eyes just seemed to display nothing but coldness, his facial traits were dull and emotionless, no expressions and such.
"Let's walk while talking."
The True Crimson offered to the larger male as he started walking slowly, not waiting for the other to follow already as his walk was elegant and slow-paced, he started the chatter.
"So, we have this shot at the tag titles which I could care less about, at most points. And you're the kind of guy that gets targeted easily in the War, now, my offer is one. I help you out during the war to gain a spot and in-return, you get rid of that pair of ******** horns. Men who fear demons, see demons everywhere but you shouldn't show fear, Sacky."
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 2:19 pm
Omen nodded at the question and would follow his pace of speed after stating he wants to "walk and talk". A few paces into their slow elegant walk, he said his two cents and had an offer in between the lines of what he spoke. Omen did nothing but looking ahead and walking for awhile. Andrew Styles who already seemed pretty pissed off was only getting more ticked due to the fact that he was not speaking. That silence would be broken though.
"If I am a target, that makes it all that much easier for me to find the prey that I am searching for. If they want to step up, I will put them down and claim my spot. As far as my pair of horns go, I can do without I suppose, but I don't fear anything."
Andrew Styles seemed to be grinning at this point, Omen saw in his peripheral vision. The two would progress further into the arena, getting closer to the point you could hear the crowd getting riled up, and you can hear the talk from the staff and management who would watch their back in these halls. Omen would look up and grab the horns that were placed in between two folds that the burlap sack was shaped in. He placed them in his largely crafted pockets, and continued to walk by, asking Andrew.
"I know you said you wanted just my horns gone, but he tells me you want something else. What exactly do you want, Styles?"
The Freak would ask, looking for any competition to squash.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 2:30 pm
" "He", "He", "He". Shut the hell up, I'm so done and tired. Cut the in-feed for Salem Croft for a bit, I'm talkin' to you, the True Crimson, Andrew Styles. So, cut the ********' feed with that voice and get rid of those horns, by rid, meaning ********' trash."
Andrew was not the slightest in the mood to deal with Omen's bullshit on speaking alone and all that crap, he just was pissed today as he then said.
"And for you, it's Mr. Styles, if you can't respect that, I'll leave you to rot. I did not go to school with you neither did I ever give you the trust to call me without a respectful title, minimally."
His words were interrupted as he smirked and slapped the sack on Omen's head lightly, that being a warning to consider before he just walked once again, his mood was totally spoiled on events that are on-going in his mind.
"Last time I'll mention it. Walk with me, in respect. Until I give you the trust to call me simply by Andrew or Styles. Period. Now, one more thing, you ever put me in the same phrase as 'He' and I'll do more than give you a warning slap. Understood, Sacky Freak?"
He was walking now after he said that with intensity enough to get his point across.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 3:34 pm
Andrew Styles had more guts then he did brains it seemed momentarily. He would try to put back his anger and the idea of pulverizing him right now and there, and tried to go on with the conversation.
"I understand."
Plain and simply he would say the line, releasing his fist that was made, and continuing to walk through the halls. The sounds would begin to become more distinct, as if they were approaching a person. This would be a horrible sight for a man to see if they saw the two powerful entities together, especially with what antics that Omen has been going through with as of late.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 11:38 pm
Andrew Styles grinned a bit as he promptly went on to say in a less pissed off manner to his current protected one, he's simply covering Omen's back and helping him up for a big win, taking in fact that Styles cannot benefit from this at all, it'd mean either one of two things, either he was trying to cement that alliance as to give way to a new tag team or he simply just did not have enough time to warm up back home, so he'd take that chance to warm up.
"I reckon that last year, someone hit the catering area, let's go. Two on one, improbably escapes our grasp. And the catering area is not THAT big, so...Thinking rationally, we can close the two entrances."
The True Crimson pointed out as he punched Omen's shoulder lightly, just for the kicks, his gloves would not hurt that much but the steel plaque covering the knuckles would give a little sting, all of this was to serve for irritating Omen as to get him more pissed off as to unleash a beast upon one of the competitors in the War.
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 4:24 am
Cartwright can be seen inside one of the trailers, watching Hiro placing Trent into a Japanese Cloverleaf through a window.
Cartwright: "Man, I'm so smart! I can just watch everyone beat themselves half to death and then I will cover everybody and win all the contenderships to all the Bad Blood Wrestling Championships! Except for the World title like WTF?! You think it's above this, kid?! That's right, all the titles! Nobody will ever find me in here and try to do anything about it either because I am such a master at being sneaky! Something about being English, I heard!"
Cartwright chuckles to himself as he continues to watch the action.
Commentator Guy: "Look at this Cartwright! He's going to let everyone else do all the hard work for him!"
Commentator Troy: "He's a genius! I don't blame him! He has a shot at the BBW Crimson City Championship later tonight, if I was him I'd want to stay fresh for that too!"
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 1:30 pm
The punch connected with his shoulder, making it move slightly, giving off a bit of a sting as an after-effect. However, it was no pain that was felt, just a bit of anger would run through his veins. He was being given help from Andrew Styles, despite not entirely needing it, and he was getting him in the right mindset to pulverize someone.
The two men continued down the hall, making their way towards the catering area. Omen looked to his sides and in front of him, being observant of the scene. The noise of the crowd seemed farther away and there wasn't as much noise being made. But the two would digress onward.
"Are you sure there is anyone in here, and are we going with the strategy of shutting them in by blocking both exits?"
Omen asked, just assuring that was Andrew's plan. It was smart, he had to admit. If there was someone in there even. Omen waited a reply, while outside the door of the catering area alongside Andrew Styles.
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 1:41 pm
"Don't you hear? The food crumbs falling to the floor, the slow well-rested breath around here, a lone victim, the perfume of the female, a lonely victim with no savior once we close down the doors?"
Andrew spoke in a cynical yet sharp manner as if he knew who was in there without knowing anything yet, he just went on instincts and because someone is always caught in the catering area alone, thinking it's safe with two entrances/exits. Tonight would prove different as two would cover the area up.
"So, do not try to doubt me, I know what I'm saying. You're not that sharp of a guy. So...it's normal, it's too much of 'He' in your head and too little of 'Thinking'. Now, let's do it."
Andrew spoke lightly as he leaned against the other entrance of the catering area with a grin, signaling Omen for them to go at the same time.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 12:30 am
Hiro kept the Cloverleaf in on Trent for a solid minute, finally putting on the pain, no one coming to his rescue quite yet. Was everyone late? Had Hiro perhaps just gotten one of the three falls within his grip? He didnt let go of the Cloverleaf, keeping his eyes peeled all along the hall just in case someone had appeared. "TAP!" he yelled to Trent.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 2:39 am
Jasper Shaw The Canadian Catastrophe revealed himself to be walking in the arena after the chance he had for the Seasons Championship which left a bitter taste in his mouth, so, right now, he was keeping sharp, this being his premiere in the Backstage War.
He heard a yell in the seemingly empty halls, it seemed to have screamed 'Tap' loudly enough to echo as he walked towards that yell, he smirked and promptly clenched his hands as he saw his rival, Trent being put in the Cloverleaf, by Hiro.
Now, Shaw smirked as he quickly aimed to connect a Superkick right on Hiro's head after he stopped there for a bit, Hiro was a bit busy holding Trent in the submission hold, so it is believed that there was minimal chance of defending the kick.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 12:35 pm
It was too late for Jasper Shaw to make his appearance. The lock was in for a long time and it seemed a great amount of damage was delivered to his back. Trent would have tried for a solid minute to escape but he couldn't. That's why he decided to tap on the cold hard cement, just so the pressure can be removed. Little did Trent know was that Jasper was around the corner, but he couldn't endure any more of the pain in his back. Hiro getting the first fall.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 12:40 pm
The sound of the cold hard tapping on the concrete hit Hiro hard. The ref said, "Enough, he tapped!" Did Hiro just get a fall in a match he didn't even intend to be involved in? Just as quickly as he said 'What?!' he was met with a devilishly hard superkick to the side of his head, knocking his hold of Trent loose, and causing the now apparent number one contender to something to fall straight to the ground and clutch his head, entering a fetal position.
Sure, it's nice to have a title match on the way, but not when you're possibly concussed.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 12:53 pm
Jasper Shaw Jasper Shaw smirked and promptly stepped back, gaining distance as he noticed Hiro in a fetal and fragile position, clenching his fists tightly as he quickly aimed to stomp Hiro's head in with a Curb Stomp right on the concrete floor which would make a HUGE damage if connected.
Shaw was on that mental state which everybody calls unstable, well, he's not called a Catastrophe for nothing, just look how his matches go wild from one moment to another.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 12:53 pm
Trent would try to crawl away from the man once the lock was released. Some of the pain already relieving, which was a good thing. The only bad thing that happened was the fact that Trent was the first fall and did it faster then any other person in BBW. Which wasn't a good thing, for sure.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 1:02 pm
SHWACK!
The curb stomp connected, and Jasper sent Hiro cheek first into the concrete, the Ethnic Enigma unmoving and unresponsive as he did. Hiro lay there, his arms at this side, one eye barely open, defeated after having just won. That's how you make a statement, if you're Jasper Shaw. You take out a man like Hiro in dominating fashion.
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