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 Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 3:28 pm
Animok stood backstage looking at the white board where each match and it time was written. Upon seeing where he was booked Animok sneered in disgust.
"This is pathetic!"
Animok punched the board leaving a rather large hole in it, before turning and walking away.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 6:33 pm
As Animok turned, Travis was standing right there infront of him. He looked mildly intimidated by the hole in the match board. He maintained his composure and mustered up the balls to speak in a solid tone. "Hey, yeah.. that's nice. Um, yo I just wanted to say thanks for coming out at the PPV."
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 6:44 pm
Animok's usual angry face was wiped away by the presence of Travis. He stood up straight showing off the size difference between the two, and looked down at Nightsky with a sneer.
"Lets get one thing straight Nightsky. I was not there to help YOU. I was there to serve Master Shadow. Nuke Fusion and his little band of rebels can hog tie you and gang rape you for all I care, and after what Nuke did to me, I wouldn't put it past them. I don't know what history you and Shadow have or why he chose to help you, but I do know that my d**k went into another man's mouth last sunday, and I find that whole situation... quite distasteful. In short, your grattitude is unneeded and unwanted. Save your breath."
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 9:39 pm
The expression on Travis' face changed slightly. He narrowed his eyes a little bit, and seemed a bit insulted. He still spoke in a calm, collected voice. He didn't want to cause any trouble. "Well.... ********. I understand that you don't know me and you don't care for me. I also understand you only came out to assist Shadow. I don't know what kind of past you have with him that has you calling him master, but I do respect the fact that you came out on his behalf, even though the end result was pretty.... lame. You displayed some showmanship for coming out alongside him even though he was there for me, that's all I'm saying."
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 12:28 pm
It was clear that Animok wanted to pick a fight and that Travis wasn't going to give him what he wanted. Animok grunted before muttering.
"Well... Whatever!"
Animok pushed past Travis and began once more walking down the hall, calling back behind him.
"Keep your head down Nightsky. You may not cause so much trouble."
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 5:24 pm
Travis looked Animok dead in the eye before he pushed past him and made his way down the hall. The mans last words seemed to strike some sort of thought into Travis' mind. He simply sighed and watched Animok leave, mildly relieved that the confrontation was now over.
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 4:49 pm
A black VW Bus came drifting around a corner in the Arena parking lot, Led Zeppelin's Immigrant Song blaring extremely loudly as the bus slid perfectly into a parking spot. The drivers side door flew open, smoke pouring out of the bus. Travis Nightsky nearly fell over, stumbling out of his vehicle. He stood up straight and let out a few small coughs. He looked around at a few random civilians who were staring at him in awe. "What, jealous? Don't hate me 'cause you ain't me."
Travis lit a cigarette and began making his way to the backstage area. He stopped for a moment, then turned around and returned to his bus. "Forgot my luggage." He pulled out a black bag and sniffed it, the recoiled. "Whoa... damn." He decided to throw the bag back into the bus.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 12:04 pm
 "Well I haven't had a good fight in ages.. hell.. there haven't even been any shows within a hundred miles worth going to. I'm getting a little anxious.."
Simon Price pulled a cigarette out of a metal tin case and placed the case back in his back pocket. He walked along backstage with a reporter, some guy who looked like he didn't know what he was doing. Simon threw an arm around the guy and blew the smoke from his cigarette right in the mans face.
"So which magazine did you say you worked for?"
After choking on the smoke the man answered, "I don't! I work here. I help build the stage and everything.. you just grabbed me and told me to walk with you!"
Simon scowled, snorted, then spit on the floor. "Oh, is that so?"
Simon gave the guy a rough shove sending him tumbling into a row of folded up chairs. He continued walking through the hallwalls.
"Nothing pisses me off more than reporters is some shitstain lying about being a reporter. Ha ha ha HAHAHAHAHA!"
With that Simon Price walked off camera.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 9:47 pm
((this is taken after the promo assuming it goes as planned))
~The Angel is seen backstage talking on his cell phone as a camera comes up on him to try to hear some of the conversation~
".........yeah, I think it might get pretty rough for me over here. I might need your help again."
~Angel pauses to listen for a second~
"Well, I know what we've been through, but we need to put it in the past. We can't be bitter forever. Lets just move on and make the inpact we both know we can make."
~Angel listens~
"No, I don't need you just yet, let's play the game for a little while and then I'll let you know what's up. Alright.......alright......ok, I'll talk to you later. Love you too. Bye bro."
~The Angel hangs up the phone as the camera cuts out~
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 3:22 pm
A distinct and delicious aroma can be smelled all around backstage. If you get close to the source of the smell you'd find one of the newest members of Burn, Lauri Henry concocting something possibly delicious or at least possibly edible.
You can see him stirring the mixture as it was cooking.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 1:40 pm
A man rides a horse through the hallways and he looks quite roughed up. It's Bounty Hunter on his way from his first BURN show. His face is covered with the now crimson bandana and black hat. His gun belt hangs on the saddle and the coat moves gently with the horse movements. Soon James rides out and away form the arena.
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