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 Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 12:42 am
"Um....an accidental meeting?" Matt said scratching the back of his head a little bit. It had been an accident though. "I kinda meant that if someone comes at me with a steel chair or something, my personality kinda does a 180 and I tend to do some crazy things." he said trying to explain his one of a kind personality. How awkward was this, a smoking hot woman stood there talking to a guy that had a tendency to jump off high ledges, tended to nearly kill his opponents sometimes, and nearly killed himself a thousand times over? Yeah, that's pretty freakin' awkward! xd
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 11:58 am
Some time after, Snypa comes out of the GX locker room with a smile on his face. But his smile quickly turns to anger when he sees Jed, who once again pisses off the fans with his cowardice. He approaches the American Born Hero. "Jed! You son of a b***h, how the hell can you call yourself a champion when you run away from a fight?!" the newly engaged Snypa yells in his face. "Instead looking for Matt Seraph, you oughta be in the middle of that ring getting your a** kicked by Cyrus Leone!"
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 12:46 pm
Jed walked passed Booker T as if he was a fly on the wall. Jed kept walking till Snypa started to get in his face. Jed listen to Snypa for a second before replying.
"Huh? wait minute."
Jed looked around as he touched his title belt for a second.
"SECURITY! You have a rabid fan back here. SECURITY!!"
Jed knew who Snypa was and heard what he said, but he was on a mission tonight. That mission being he needed to talk to Matt. Jed tried to walk away as Security, about three or four showed up. This security didn't look like regular WWE:U security members. These members were part of the WWE:U security team, but some would say these four members were paid security. These security people asked Snypa, using his name nonetheless, to please leave the area. Wow, this would be fun and awkward if someone was recording this.
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 10:25 pm
Cyrus was searching the backstage, this time he wasn't looking for the soda machine, he was looking for Jed. He was in full gear and had his signature chair in hand.
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 3:01 pm
______________________________________________"The Plague" Omnicide
Omnicide drove up to the building in an black Lamborghini with orange stripes down the middle, the licence plate saying "STR8EDG". He immediately noticed the guy with a belt, and whispered in his ear, "That's gonna be mine soon." Omnicide then continued on walking.
Welcome to the Dark Cide_________________________________________________________________________________________
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 7:40 pm
Dropping their bags off in the locker room where those who weren't much of a WWE superstar were forced to share space Viktor stared hatefully at the narrow space, nothing more than a doorless locker where anyone could get in and vandalize their belongings.
"We're gonna make a name for ourselves here, Gabe. We're gonna take on the big dogs and put them down. Then we'd have our own room with our names on the door."
Gabe smirked laughing a little at the dream just about every wrestler there must have shared. "I can see it now, The Concrete Angels." He said aloud liking the idea of it. Sitting his things down he knew that it was time for them to warm up, looking towards his partner in crime he punched him lightly in his arm. "You're it." He declared before running out the door and leaping off the opposing wall.
He could hear his tag partner rushing up behind him with a killer intent in his mind but the hate did not reach him. He rolled over a large box that held some stage equipment not surprised that Viktor had cleared it with an effortless wall run, landing on his feet already sprinting towards him.
Still moving Gabe collided shoulders with Omnicide, "Ha ha, sorry man." He said slowing down to see if any damage was done.
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 4:48 am
______________________________________________"The Plague" Omnicide When the man collided with him, Omnicide fell back, but caught his footing. "Just watch it next time," Omnicide told him. "This place isn't a playground." He looked into the man's eyes with his contact lenses that made it seem his eyes were completely black, then walked towards the new guy locker room. "This is obviously somebody's idea of a joke," He told himself. "I've wrestled all over. I'm the best high flying wrestler dead or alive, and I don't even get my own locker room?" Welcome to the Dark Cide_________________________________________________________________________________________
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 2:48 pm
"Talk about a jackass." Gabe muttered forgetting that he was doing his warm-up run with Viktor until his partner jogged up beside him.
"Who was that?" Viktor questioned looking back over his shoulder at the retreating back of Omnicide. They heard his declaration from the locker room door not too far away from where they had just sprinted.
"Ha, he must be dreaming." Viktor scoffed stretching his arm across his chest then proceeded to do the same with the other.
"Or he doesn't know who he's talking about. But the current top high flier around here is now me, with you coming in close...third or fourth."
Viktor glared heatedly at his friend before socking him hard in his shoulder. "I can still kick your a**."
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 3:25 pm
Lady Bern "Talk about a jackass." Gabe muttered forgetting that he was doing his warm-up run with Viktor until his partner jogged up beside him. "Who was that?" Viktor questioned looking back over his shoulder at the retreating back of Omnicide. They heard his declaration from the locker room door not too far away from where they had just sprinted. "Ha, he must be dreaming." Viktor scoffed stretching his arm across his chest then proceeded to do the same with the other. "Or he doesn't know who he's talking about. But the current top high flier around here is now me, with you coming in close...third or fourth." Viktor glared heatedly at his friend before socking him hard in his shoulder. "I can still kick your a**." *After his meeting with McMahon, Booker T walked into their room, holding his United States championship.* Do you know what this is? *Booker T pointed to his title.*
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 3:54 pm
Rich Harden Oakland A Lady Bern "Talk about a jackass." Gabe muttered forgetting that he was doing his warm-up run with Viktor until his partner jogged up beside him. "Who was that?" Viktor questioned looking back over his shoulder at the retreating back of Omnicide. They heard his declaration from the locker room door not too far away from where they had just sprinted. "Ha, he must be dreaming." Viktor scoffed stretching his arm across his chest then proceeded to do the same with the other. "Or he doesn't know who he's talking about. But the current top high flier around here is now me, with you coming in close...third or fourth." Viktor glared heatedly at his friend before socking him hard in his shoulder. "I can still kick your a**." *After his meeting with McMahon, Booker T walked into their room, holding his United States championship.* Do you know what this is? *Booker T pointed to his title.* ______________________________________________"The Plague" Omnicide Omnicide angrily walked back to the backstage, still pretty mad about his locker room. He heard Booker T mentioning his championship. Omnicide smiled and decided to have some fun with this. "Wait wait wait," He interrupted. "you mean the championship that you asked for politely? Seriously 'Your Majesty' when was the last time you earned a championship. Wasn't there that time with the Legends Championship? No wait, you created that and crowned yourself champ. And I'm sure you could just beat any champion to get your championship, right? I mean, if someone was so hurt they could barely compete, wouldn't you..." He stops and chuckles. "And of course," He continued. "you needed a partner to get a championship. As for me. Well, I'll happily show you how to actually win a championship. So how bout you versus me, United States Championship on the line, next week?" Welcome to the Dark Cide_________________________________________________________________________________________
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 4:54 pm
kingofjokers7 Rich Harden Oakland A Lady Bern "Talk about a jackass." Gabe muttered forgetting that he was doing his warm-up run with Viktor until his partner jogged up beside him. "Who was that?" Viktor questioned looking back over his shoulder at the retreating back of Omnicide. They heard his declaration from the locker room door not too far away from where they had just sprinted. "Ha, he must be dreaming." Viktor scoffed stretching his arm across his chest then proceeded to do the same with the other. "Or he doesn't know who he's talking about. But the current top high flier around here is now me, with you coming in close...third or fourth." Viktor glared heatedly at his friend before socking him hard in his shoulder. "I can still kick your a**." *After his meeting with McMahon, Booker T walked into their room, holding his United States championship.* Do you know what this is? *Booker T pointed to his title.* ______________________________________________"The Plague" Omnicide Omnicide angrily walked back to the backstage, still pretty mad about his locker room. He heard Booker T mentioning his championship. Omnicide smiled and decided to have some fun with this. "Wait wait wait," He interrupted. "you mean the championship that you asked for politely? Seriously 'Your Majesty' when was the last time you earned a championship. Wasn't there that time with the Legends Championship? No wait, you created that and crowned yourself champ. And I'm sure you could just beat any champion to get your championship, right? I mean, if someone was so hurt they could barely compete, wouldn't you..." He stops and chuckles. "And of course," He continued. "you needed a partner to get a championship. As for me. Well, I'll happily show you how to actually win a championship. So how bout you versus me, United States Championship on the line, next week?" Welcome to the Dark Cide_________________________________________________________________________________________ *Booker T had been trying to take Gabe and Viktor under his wing as he heard Omnicide make a challenge. Turning his head around to face the newcomer, Booker T placed the championship on the bench.* Yo, sucka, I don't know who you are or what you're trying to prove, but you're interrupting another conversation. I earned my stripes around here, dawg. Are you a former world tag team champion? Are you a former Intercontinental champion? Are you a former World Heavyweight Champion? Have you ever won the King of the Tournament? And I know you've never been the five time, five time, five time, five time, five time WCW Champion. So, sucka, you better get the hell out of here. Unless, you want to face the two of them... *Booker T pointed to Gabe and Viktor.* Cuz, I know that either one of them can take you to school. Now can you dig that, suckkkkaaaaaaaa?
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 5:30 pm
______________________________________________"The Plague" Omnicide "You know what 'sucka'?" Omnicide retaliated. "I will take that offer. I will take on both of these guys next week in a one on tag handicap match. If they win, I get out of your hair, at least for now. However, if I win, I get you in a one on one match for that shiny piece off metal off your shoulder." Omnicide looked to turn away, but he came right back, rubbing his goatee. "You know what," Omnicide continued. "A normal match isn't worth me taking that belt from you. So, if I beat those two rejects right there next week, I get you, later that night, in a ladder match!" The crowd screamed at the top of their lungs, willing on Booker T with a mix of 'This is Hardcore' and 'Welcome to the Dark Cide'. Welcome to the Dark Cide_________________________________________________________________________________________
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 5:35 pm
Getting rather sick and tired of hearing some new guy trying to weasel his way into a title match, when he himself hadn't had a match yet, the man in the comedy mask shoved Omicide away from Booker T and stood inbetween them. At this point he was ready to beat the guys face in and out through his a**!
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 5:36 pm
*Booker T's eyes bulged out as he responded.*
You know what sucka, I'm gonna...
*The United States champion suddenly paused as another wrestlers stepped in.*
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 5:58 pm
*Meanwhile, the words, "He's coming...Finally!" flashed on the screen of the Titantron."
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