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 Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 7:05 pm
When it seemed like the events of tonight where done and everything was beginning to settle, one last event was about to take place. A very peculiar event, a very bizarre event, an event for that seemed to be planned specifically for the GM of BBW, Matt Shanahan. You see, his office door was left unlocked, and one shouldn't leave doors unlocked, for it can attract very strange and possibly, very unwelcome visitors.
If Matt Shanahan were to walk into his office, he would be greeted with an unusual sight. Every inch of the room was vandalized. Nothing was broken or destroyed, but everything was marked with red and black colors, forming dozens of the same symbol that was plaguing BBW. The walls, the desk, the cabinets, the door, the chairs, even the ceiling, nothing was left untouched. Some of the markings appeared to be spray paint, others appeared to be regular wet paint that was still fresh and dripping.
Matt's computer monitor was switched on, but the screen was locked. The background was plain white and several lines of words were typed, repeating themselves over and over, one after another in a pattern:
We walk amongst you.
We wait.
Prepare.
We walk amongst you.
We wait.
Prepare.
We walk amongst you.
We wait.
Prepare.
One wall was free of the symbol. Instead, a different message was left, written in what seemed to be red lipstick.
Matt,
Thank you.
- Us
Accompanying the signature of 'Us', was a kiss mark, in the same red lipstick the message was written with.
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 8:58 pm
Kelly King walked towards the General Manager's office, texting away on his phone. He was still paranoid from earlier about something, that eerie chill that he'd gotten after Andrew Styles' destruction. He was still texting back and forth with the head trainer, who was with Andrew over looking his hospital stay and hopeful recovery. King was even wearing his rarely seen glasses on his face as he walked, nose down in his SAMSUNG GALAXY S4. He turned the corner, avoiding the two machines from earlier that had kept Matt and King at bay while the House Our Father Built destroyed the Crimson City Champion.
"Matt, update on Styles. It's gonna cost us a bit more than we though--" He started as he looked up from his phone, seeing Matt wasn't even in his office.
And oh.
2.0 surveyed the damage, the books that were just short of spookily combusting spontaneously. The walls that were cannibalized and painted red and black. The papers, the doors, the chairs. 2.0's mouth slowly opened wide and his eyes scaled all around the room. "Nope." He said and then slowly backed out of the room and left. Nope nope nope nope nope.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 12:51 pm
"Sir, do you have any comment on what happened with Andrew Styles this evening? What about The House and their endless assaults? Do you have any plans to deal with this situation?" A reporter could be heard pounding the questions at the General Manager as he stormed around the corner, heading straight to his office. Of course, in tow was a reporter and a cameraman.
"No! No comment! Just know that it's being dealt with, that's all that matters," Shanahan shot back at the reporter as he continued on his path, clearly trying to escape the man.
"What about the Crimson City Championship? Will Mr. Styles remain ch-"
"Look! Everything will be taken care of and addressed by the next show," Matt huffed out at them while stopping at his door, turning to stare at the shorter male. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get my things and go. Is that okay?" Without waiting for a response, Matt opened his office door and looked into his office.
What the ******** happened?
Matt's eyes went wide at the sight in his office. Painted symbols all over the place, nothing was left untouched! After a few moments of pure shock, a bitter scowl of anger crossed his lips. "WHAT THE ********> The General Manager roared as he stomped across the office, staring right at the biggest symbol on his back wall. "WHO DID THIS?! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?!" He screamed before turning to see his computer monitor on. He nearly knocked it down when he grabbed the monitor and stared at the words on the screen. Prepare? For what? Another assault by The House?!
Finally, Matt's eyes traced up to stare at the one painting that stood out on the walls. Thank you, from Us. "... Us? THANK YOU!? WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?" Matt screamed while ripping the monitor off the table and throwing it at the message on his wall. Tonight... tonight was not Matt's night.
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 3:54 pm
A timid stage hand approached the doorway, rather cautiously, due to Shanahan's reaction to the mess. "Uh...B-Boss-?" He stopped mid question, staring at the vandalized room in shock before quickly snapping out of it and remembered why he was here to begin with. He was sweating and avoided eye contact, very much visibly nervous with what he was about to say. Surely, it would not make things any better for his boss. And boy, was he a scary man when he was angered. "I-I know this is a bad time, a really bad time....but there is something you HAVE to see." With that said, he motioned for the GM to follow him, leading him thought he twist and turns of the halls, out through the doors heading towards the parking lot of the arena, where a group of staff members were staring up at the building, and a good few yards away, behind a heavy gate, a group of by passers also stood, looking up, pointing and murmuring to themselves in bewilderment.
"I don't know who...or how...they did this b-but....look..."
The stage hand pointed up towards the arena building, revealing just exactly everyone was gawking at. There, painted on the brick wall, was the exact same symbol that was just seen in Shanahan's office. The painting was massive, covering nearly the entire side of the building! How this was done was beyond anyone's guess, but one thing was for sure. Whoever did this really knew how to get people's attention.
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 6:25 pm
"A bad time? A BAD TIME?!" Matt shouted as his eyes locked onto the stagehand; his crew was proving to be insanely useless tonight. Before he could yell anymore, the man disappeared. Matt stormed off after him, shouting loud profanities as he stepped through the hallways, causing people to quickly scatter out of his way.
As the stagehand led him outside, the General Manager's eyes caught sight of the new symbol on the wall of the arena. The black and red paint was clear as day in the bright lights keeping the arena well lit. His eyes grew wide in shock, his jaw even dropped at the horrid vandalism.
No sound passed from his lips from a long moment, but once the entire situation processed...
"WE ARE RENTING THIS ARENA!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, causing everyone in the area to jump and get away from the area. He marched over the wall and stared at it, then failing his arms in pure rage. "WE DO NOT OWN THIS BUILDING! I HAVE TO PAY FOR THIS!" He screamed, then running his fingers through his slicked back strands and gripping them at the root. His feet gave out on him and he fell to his knees, staring at the symbol. "I WILL FIND YOU!"
[End Show]
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