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 Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 8:42 pm
*Benoit walks in with the Title over his shoulder*
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 10:52 pm
Jonathan Coachman Big man Edge, your lucky Bucci dosen't like me enough to let me have some athorty here, I'd make you run a ******** gauntlet with satan, and hosses. Eat s**t, Coach. talk2hand *Sits and wonders why Giant Gonzazles or Shannon Moore never got a funeral.*
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 9:49 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 9:50 am
Rebecca leans against a wall.
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Desirable Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 10:01 am
Edge walks in, wearing a Red Armband in white intials "P.W" In honor of his fallen fellow canadian Petey Williams. He notices Shannon and jumps back.
"Shannon?...I thought you were..."
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 10:15 am
( Jordy let me be Shannon, so the dead thing is scrapped. )
...Thought I was what? stare
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 10:27 am
"I thought you left the place, we haven't seen ya here in a while."
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 10:36 am
Mike Bucci Jonathan Coachman Big man Edge, your lucky Bucci dosen't like me enough to let me have some athorty here, I'd make you run a ******** gauntlet with satan, and hosses. Eat s**t, Coach. talk2hand *Sits and wonders why Giant Gonzazles or Shannon Moore never got a funeral.* Who's, sir?
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 10:39 am
*Has a hard time holding in his laughter as he looks to Coach.*
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 10:45 am
Jonathan Coachman Mike Bucci Jonathan Coachman Big man Edge, your lucky Bucci dosen't like me enough to let me have some athorty here, I'd make you run a ******** gauntlet with satan, and hosses. Eat s**t, Coach. talk2hand *Sits and wonders why Giant Gonzazles or Shannon Moore never got a funeral.* Who's, sir? *...Looks disgusted.*
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 10:47 am
Rebecca sits on the couch.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 10:49 am
:: Steps up to Bucci and holds up a sign that says, "The Cruiserweight Division Needs to be Punk'd!". ::
stare
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 10:51 am
.........
*GROIN KICK TO SHANNON!*
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 10:53 am
eek ...
:: Falls over, screaming in pain. ::
gonk
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 10:55 am
(( -Thinks of someone else to make.- ))
Rebecca makes her own sign, only writing with...BLACK LIPSTICK?! Rebecca holds up the sign. "MIKE BUCCI FTL!"
xd
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