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 Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 5:51 pm
The Jumbotron flickered on from the blank screen to that of what appeared to be a news add.
-News woman- The dark Carnival has passed..We are finally sa-
-blip-
It blipped off again, just like it always had before, it moved into another viewing, a boy lay in the grass his face twisted half torn off, a skull pearing through the maggots
-blip-
-news woman- we are finally Saved...Vulture has come to take our souls...
Suck and suuuuuuuck.
Suckin up all you can suckin up all you can suck and suck.
Workin up under my patience like a little tick.
Fat little parasite.
The lights glistened down, a deep green on the entrance way, as Vulture, a has been of the passed walked out onto the stage, mostly too boo's from people who new his music, as he snickered, raising both arms into the air as if he enjoyed it, he wore a suit, black, with a white shirt underneath. and his wrestling boots, as a just in case. He left these men at a time of need, and what was he here for now? he walked down the ramp, fixing his tie. the evil grim sneer he usually had persisted, the mask over his eyes as he dove in under the rope.
Once to his feet and his music cut, he only gave a half circle before drawing a microphone from his back pocket, one hand on chest, he smiled staring into the crowd. "So...Who missed me?" He spoke, letting out a light laugh, looking more to the ramp now, for some one, any one to come out, knowing that standing here, and explaining everything to the crowd, did him no good with out knowing who wanted to get back at him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 5:55 pm
~ eek HOLY s**t! Vultures back!~
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 6:09 pm
~AND, I have nipples. wink ~
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 6:26 pm
~Maybe you should change to the title to "The n****e Effect"?~
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 6:30 pm
~or Ye' could post and we can get something going wink ~
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 6:42 pm
~Alright then.~Bryan walks out with a handsome smile, his takes his two fingers and kisses them, then points to the crowd as holds a mic in the other hand. Sporting his trademark furcoat, and stunna shades, along with his platinum chains, bryan makes his way down the ramp. The crowd booed Bryan the whole time, as he made his way to the ring. Bryan then climbs the steel steps and walks across the a apron, wiping his feet before he entered the ring. As his music quiets down, Bryan stops just feet ahead of Vulture and raises the mic to his mouth to speak."Who in the hell are you?" Bryan asked with a condescending tone. "You know what.. I know who you are. Yeah. Your the guy that use to be the top dog around here.. What was he's name?" Bryan said looking to the sky like he was really trying to think. "Robin..? No.. no... That's not it.. Sparrow.. No.." Bryan was pacing back and forth mocking Vulture, by getting his name wrong. "Ah ******** it. I give up, why don't you remind me who you are?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 9:18 am
Vulture lifted the microphone. "You..don't know who I am?" Vulture ran a hand across his chin, as if he was thinking. "The real question, is who the hell are you? Where's the talent gone? ... I see you running around." Vulture paced to the side, waving his hand, stopping to look back at bryan. "I see a few 'wanna be hardcores'" He flexed his fingers down making quotations. "The only thing I don't see, is talent..where's it at Bryan?" Vulture smirked.
"As for who I am.. I'm the God of war." The crowd boo'd, knowing he'd just leave again. "I'm the Carnival king." The crowd continued booing. "I'm the black sheep, the one who left these fans, the man who is dieing to return.. I'm the bird of prey.." He flicked his hair back. "As kelly king 2.0 once stated, I'm 'bird boy', as Jackal and Joker would call me, I'm a brother, as my opponents know me, I am vulture" He let out the word with a crisp flick of the tongue as he lowered the microphone. Smiling, he lifted it again, "But Bryan, you can call me Talent, you can call me an enemy, you can call me a friend, whatever you want to call me just remember, I am still the top dog."
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 1:31 pm
"Well since your the top of the food chain, Bird Boy... I cause I'm gonna have to take you out.." Bryan said with a casual tone, before abruptly ending himself to smash the mic over Vulture's head.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 10:43 pm
Vulture took the shot to the head and stumbled back, quickly slipping off his feet to his back side. he held his had as he rolled, obviously not prepared for the sneak attack as he held just above his eye.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 11:50 pm
Bryan pounced on the opportunity to inflict more damage, going to mount Vulture and prop his head up to rain down a series of hard rights.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 3:50 pm
((Geez, good thing I read the title twice, because I thought it was the n****e effect xd ... Ok, I'm out, sorry sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 12:44 am
[[Straight up, I'm bringing back Ego, and giving him a n****e fetish]]
Vulture took shot after shot, before struggling to get out of that position, in hopes he could shiver under the bottom rope and out of the ring.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 11:42 am
Bryan got back to he's feet as Vulture scrambled away, and chased after trying to him with a few more stomps, before he slipped out under the ropes.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 11:54 pm
[[concert tonight was deadly, I love being punk.]]
Vulture held the side of his head, stumbling up towards the ramp, he looked back at bryan, pointing, not bad, just coming back and already finding an enemy, hopefully a match would soon come off of this.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 1:05 am
For once the crowd was cheering Bryan has had just sent a message to the flaky, Vulture. Bryan stood near the ropes, holding his arms out. "Anytime you damn Pigeon.. Anytime.." As Bryan gloated in the ring, his music hit the PA.
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