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 Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 3:33 am
BJ loked at Jacq worriedly "I'm sory I just don't want you to get hurt" She flicked a switch and the sunroof opened "If you want to fly its safer to fly up there"
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 3:39 am
Jacq sat still.
"I'm fine until I get my wings."
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 3:43 am
BJ looked at him again "wings?" She aske as she pulled into the arena
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 10:33 am
Randy drove to the parking lot. froom there he grabbed his keys and told Ivan "your on your own now" Randy madeit to his personal locker
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 12:01 pm
*Ivan roamed the backstage area*
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 10:10 pm
wards_dragon BJ looked at him again "wings?" She aske as she pulled into the arena Jacq smiled and kissed BJ on the cheeck. "You'll see..." Jacq hopped out of the car and sprinted off.
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 11:20 pm
Randy was dizzy from drinking. he instantly fell down on the leather couch in his locker room. "oh damn..." he said to himself
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 6:57 pm
Now a member of the Mayhem Roster, Tristan "the Soul Man" walked around the backstage area with guitar case in hand. Finding his spot up against the wall underneath the painting of a butterfly, he layed down the case and opened it up. Pulling an actual guitar, he sat down in a metal chair, grinning like a chesser cat. Soon his nimble fingers began to strum the steel strings and soon the string of notes could be decifered as "Hey Foxymophandlemama, That's Me" by Pearl Jam.
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 7:27 pm
Bad walked around looking for a partner.
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 8:19 pm
Travis was kicking the hell out of a soda machine, hoping that a soda would pop out. He had the cruiserweight title on his shoulder while he did this.
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 10:32 am
Dazing ran about with handcuffs in his mouth the arena security chasing him
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 12:52 pm
Travis Nightsky Travis was kicking the hell out of a soda machine, hoping that a soda would pop out. He had the cruiserweight title on his shoulder while he did this. Bounding down the hall, a chimpanzee wearing a Carlito T-Shirt and baseball cap stopped at the soda machine under Travis. He looked up to Travis, then to the soda machine. Punching the button for grape soda, the machine deposited the can and the chip grabbed it. Giving a big ship smile to Travis, he held the can up to him.
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 1:59 pm
Mr. X stalks down the hallway, enraged about his loss to Travis.
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 8:06 pm
BJ stroled down the halls with a dreamy look on her face. Her women's title perched on her shoulder. She hummed to herself just lost in he head
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 4:43 pm
Travis noticed Mr. X storming down the hall, and smirked to himself. He then looked forward, and noticed a chimp wearing a Carlito t-shirt. He blinked curiously, and slowly reached down and grabbed the soda. "What the hell?" He thought for a moment, then a thought came to him, "Perhaps I can use this chimp to my advantage."
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