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 Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 2:59 pm
Jay gets off of his cell phone and is prepared to leave. Somethings wrong, and he needs to get to a location quick. He was running through the hall, not exactly looking at what was in front of him. Turns out, it was Armads. Jay ran right into him and spun around, his back hitting a vending machine.
Jay: "Watch where you're going, how the hell could you not have seen me coming? I ain't got time for your crap right now."
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 7:15 pm
Armads looks at his adversary, determaning wether or not he is worth the time. He says nothing, and continues to try and walk past the annoyance, not caring of what he says.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 7:47 am
Jay: "Oh what? You scared? Don't act like a punk, I'm talking to you!"
Jay walks behind him and attempts to shove him.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 6:29 pm
Armads is shoved forward, barely stumbleing. He turns around, and his face is painted with anger. He attempts to pin this new face against the wall.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 1:43 pm
Jay is caught off guard and is pinned against the wall, frantically trying to shove Armads off of him.
Jay: "What are you doin', foo'? Get the hell off of me. I ain't jokin. Get the hell off of me!"
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 4:13 pm
Armads just glares, fury painted on his face. He continues pinning Jay for a few more seconds. Armads finally calms down slightly and lets go of Jay. Without another word, Armads attempts to continue down the hall, leaving Jay behind him.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 12:17 pm
Jay stands there, speechless and not knowing what to do. Not wanting to
be pinned against the wall again, he walks out to the ring. Tightening his bandana, he walks out the curtain and begins walking to ringside.
((Kontinue This Here or.. Make a new Post??))
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 1:56 pm
(You do it in a new thread i think, as your not talking backstage, lol.)
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 9:44 pm
(Will Start it Soon, it'z Late now.)
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 11:10 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 11:39 pm
((Sorry i've Been Getting Ready to go to Brownsville... i'll Post aSaP.)
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 12:00 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 5:25 pm
Batista walks down the hall of friday night fate in his light grey suit, and brown tanned shades. He flexes his muscles as he continues walking.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 7:10 am
Armads suddenly changes direction, and leaves the lockroom to attend to a more pressing issue.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 11:28 am
Marcus walked backstage after beating Jed and he had a grin on his face. He knew if he could beat the U.S champion, he could beat a two bit russian in the Capital Punishment.
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