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 Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 8:09 am
Paul Heyman and Mick Foley are sitting in their office as December To Dismember officially opens. They begin watching the show.
"Where is Jacob Meyers? He is supposed to be our butler for the night as punishment for what he did to me on Burn." Heyman wonders.
"Late as usual." Foley responds. "Though he can't be too excited about it.....I sure am!"
((No interruptions except for Jinx))
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2007 9:13 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 1:52 am
"There you are!" Foley says. "What happened? Did Heymans Security beat you up so badly on Burn that you had to crawl here?" He smirked as Heyman laughed.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 8:39 pm
"Why...you fat piece of s**t...," Jacob said as he had to hold himself back from slapping the s**t out of Heyman
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 8:09 am
"Whow, calm down there shortfuse!" Heyman laughs. "We're only messing around! In fact, we have a job for you to do!"
Foley gets out of his chair.
"I did a floater in the toilet over there...." Foley says, pointing towards the Chairmens private toilets. "Heyman won't go in there until the loo has been......unclogged.....here is your equipment...." Foley then passes Meyers a pair of rubber gloves.
"Off you go!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 9:57 am
Jacob takes the gloves and then walks out of the room before coming back in with one of EEW's Jobbers, "Hey, a** clean that toilet for me and I will give you money..."
As the jobber went to do Jacob's job, he turned back to Heyman and Foley, "You...never said I could not get some help..."
Jacob swings the door to office open and you see a long line of EEW Jobber's waiting to help the boss...
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 7:54 am
"Nice try! I guess we forgot to say it in a way Canadians can understand!" Foley laughs.
"You. Do. Job. Or. You. Get. FIRED!" twisted
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 1:32 pm
((Technically, Cartwright, Jacob is doing his job. However, he's found a way to become head butler.)) blaugh
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 3:52 pm
Damien Blaze ((Technically, Cartwright, Jacob is doing his job. However, he's found a way to become head butler.)) blaugh ((That is right...)) "I am doing my work...just in a different way," Jacob said as he watched the jobber cleaning the mess
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 12:42 pm
[Jinx] the heart breaker Damien Blaze ((Technically, Cartwright, Jacob is doing his job. However, he's found a way to become head butler.)) blaugh ((That is right...)) "I am doing my work...just in a different way," Jacob said as he watched the jobber cleaning the mess ((You're not helping Damien!)) "I don't pay that jobber to clean! I pay him to lose! You clean!" Foley says, getting annoyed.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 1:12 pm
((Yes, I am. Just not helping you.))
Before Snypa goes out for his match, he watches the long line of jobbers. He peeks in the office.
"Not here to fight, just complimenting Jacob on a job well done."
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 2:42 pm
"Yes, you do pay them to lose...and I pay them to "help" me with my work," Jacob said, "Thanks Snypa..."
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 4:12 pm
*Harli pokes is head into the office* Looks like your in deep s**t
(pun intended)
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 2:00 am
"Meyers will be if he doesn't stop pretending to be a rich Canadian!" Heyman laughed as Foley was getting even more annoyed by Bloody Headaches Snypa and the Kuwala King Harli! rofl
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 7:16 am
((Yeah, mate. Snypa and Atrocity are one Bloody Headache. rofl ))
Snypa pulls out a briefcase filled with American $100 bills, totalling up to $1 million American and gives it to the jobbers.
"Here you go, guys. Now do your jobs. And if you don't know American currency..."
Snypa grabs another briefcase filled with a total of $200,000 Canadian.
"Get to work."
The jobbers all rush inside the office, doing various jobs.
"See ya tomorrow night, Foley. Get ready for Hell."
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