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 Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 5:45 pm
~ Sweet looked around and saw Randy Orton walking around she couldnt help but check him out ~
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 6:00 pm
Gray read this one, and rather than make a snappy remark, he ripped the top half of the message off with his teeth. Chewing loudly, he spat it on the ground and played baseball with the other half and his custom chair.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 2:38 pm
" well i guess ill see you around Jericho " ~ Sweet said as she then walked off ~
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 4:21 pm
~ Sweet Kisses was seen walking around boredly ~
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 1:11 pm
Scott storm, casually walked the backstage area, until he spotted, something unusual, Seita Gray. he kicked his foot back a few inches, wide eyed and open mouthed he gave him a look of shock, playing the part as exaturated as he could. "Seita Gray?! could it be!?" he moved in a few paces, lifting his book. "but, no, it can't be your on page...page.." he snapped the book shut, back to his more serious aproach. "Your not even on a page yet..."
Scott spun around and moved a few paces to the left now, while still talking, as always, "Seita, you act, like your a made man..when your not even a foot note, on Randy Ortons page..hell, ever jobbers beat that guy." he gave a wicked grin. "Yet, you walk around, as if you where sitting on kellys throne..." he made a reference, to the obvious 'king' name. "why?" he looked puzzled, staring at Seita. "Why, in the blue hell..did this company higher, such a loser?"
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 2:46 pm
~ Sweet Kisses had watched Scott and thought he may have gone crazy. so she would keep her distance away from him ~
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 1:09 pm
hardcorehelpings Scott storm, casually walked the backstage area, until he spotted, something unusual, Seita Gray. he kicked his foot back a few inches, wide eyed and open mouthed he gave him a look of shock, playing the part as exaturated as he could. "Seita Gray?! could it be!?" he moved in a few paces, lifting his book. "but, no, it can't be your on page...page.." he snapped the book shut, back to his more serious aproach. "Your not even on a page yet..."
Scott spun around and moved a few paces to the left now, while still talking, as always, "Seita, you act, like your a made man..when your not even a foot note, on Randy Ortons page..hell, ever jobbers beat that guy." he gave a wicked grin. "Yet, you walk around, as if you where sitting on kellys throne..." he made a reference, to the obvious 'king' name. "why?" he looked puzzled, staring at Seita. "Why, in the blue hell..did this company higher, such a loser?"
"Weeehehehehehellll! If it isn't Scott Storm!" Seita said, leaning on his steel chair a little as his hand furled through his hair. "Man... last time I saw you on a card was..." Gray paused and looked him up and down. "Hm. Actually, I've never seen you on a card. Thats odd..." Gray scratched his nose a little. "Interesting that here you are , yammering on about my lack of page in some book, but the fact of the matter is, Storm, that you're only a supporting character in your own book. If you really wanted to see my story, you'd have to look way back and find the Book of FFA or the Book of Twisted Flow, and then you'd see why I am a made man. But hey... if you don't believe me, I'd gladly face you on Mission and write my own name into your book with a definitive WIN over you. And, hell, after that I might even write your name into MY book." He smirks and pulls out a silver sharpy, tapping against his steel chair.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 2:08 pm
As the Storm, and Gray conversed, the hallway faded to darkness, just a dozen feet away. For few seconds nothing could be heard, but then from the darkend hallway the menacing sounds of chain-linked steel could be heard dragging on the floor. Soon after came a thunderous thud, then from the darkness appeared a pair of dirty boots, and tattered pants, and from the pants a trenchcoat was visable. It to was tattered and broken-in. Only his lower legs were visable, the rest vanished in the dark. From the dark the chain was visible, it aswell disappeared into the dark only visable by the figure's legs, as the lower part rested on the floor next to his boots.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 2:20 pm
Gray looked upon the sight with curious wonder. ((LIKE THIS: O_o )) and stepped back a little. He'd garnered, perhaps, too much attention with his promo earlier in the PPV.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 10:59 pm
Scott turned, moving almost next to Seita to face what in the blue hell ever was happening, knowing it would be much better to face the odd, but unintelligent to turn your back to Seita.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 7:51 am
Batista paces the hall with a bottle of water in his hand, waiting in anticipation to enter the rumble. Batista takes a sip of water, and then tenses his muscles up. The only thing on the animal's mind at the moment was the world heavyweight championship.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 1:09 pm
After being eliminated from the Royal Rumble, Xavier walks into the hallways from the arena with an aching body. "Damn, my body is sore."
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 6:32 pm
Mike offered his hand out to congradulate Xavier, "Hey man, you did good tonight. Hell of a show."
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 2:49 pm
The boots stayed motionless in the darkness, as the chain slowly swayed back and forth from previous movements. The heavy sound of muffled breathing could be heard from the figure, as he stood menacingly in the shadow. Like an on-coming storm the man stood in the shadow, only to slowly turn and walk back into the darkness, the chain clinging together as the thumbing boots echoed down the hall.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 3:31 pm
NCW Hurricane Mike offered his hand out to congradulate Xavier, "Hey man, you did good tonight. Hell of a show." Xavier shakes his hand. "Ugh, thanks. I've really worked over my body tonight."
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