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 Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 8:16 pm
[This is the section where contracted wrestlers can interact and do their business. Whatever one would expect there to be in a backstage area, it can be found here. This thread will only be active during the Winter Warfare show at the MTS Centre in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada.
NOTE: This includes the General Manager's Office now.]
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 9:24 pm
BACKSTAGE WAR
[This post signals the beginning of the Backstage War. From this point onward until the end of the War, anyone who posts in this thread is involved in the War, except for the stated exclusions.
- Those exclusions are Salem Croft, Jarel Damone, Shadow, Matt Draven, Vaseline Man, Cyrus Leone, The Man Called Boom, Trent, Pantera, Ryuu Sakamoto, Blackjack, and Brody Robinson.
- The contest is an all-out brawl through-out the MTS Centre. Since Winter Warfare is an outdoor event, the arena is completely empty, sanctioning it as an Empty Arena match.
- Use your imaginations. Locker rooms, catering, the ring, the arena area, whatever comes to mind. This is your playground.
- This contest will commence until two separate competitors have a single pinfall or submission, making them the winners. After that, the War will be over and the backstage area will be (fairly) safe again.
- Two people may not pin each other (I.E. Tiger Hat cannot pin Pantera, then let Pantera pin him).
- After successfully getting a win, your character will be handed an envelop by their referee (No, you may not force your referee to give you said envelop). Once obtained, you may post in the Opener Promo and hand the envelop to the General Manager, confirming your win and entrance into the Sanguine Invitational.
- Have fun.
WINNERS:
Andrew Styles - Page 4
Ava - Page 6]
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 11:02 pm
 The first man approaching the building was none other than Ardomis!
At the front glass doors of the grand arena, he reached forward, taking a breath..
Then opened the door to the chaos and havoc that would bring about destruction.
He stepped into the concourse.. and continued walking..http://www.ia470.com/primer/theatres.htm
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 11:29 pm
A man fully dressed in black approached the building, face and head covered up with a bandit's mask really tightly, black knuckle gloves with a silver stripe where the brass knuckles were located under, even though at first sight, one could say those were normal gloves, the man was wearing a long black coat, black jeans and military black boots, the identity still being a mystery to any and everyone.
The masked man came in through the arena's front doors, breathing deeply before tightening the mask around of his head and his gloves being put an elastic band to keep tighter and firmer around of the man's hands, he walked to the left side(up on the map), via-Concourse, being alert and all ready for a Rumble even though the man's walk seemed handicapped by a small stop to put his right hand over his left arm while walking...
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 1:24 am
Rebz was in the catering area when Matt announced the Backstage War had begun, nothing wrong with grabbing a bite to eat before the rumble... Let's just hope she doesn't throw it all up. After a few months of her hiatus she has actually toned down her drinking and smoking habits... Now she's just... Eating more. Breathing and/or liver problems are no good to her wrestling abilities, so she is... 'Trying' to say the least, stay healthy. Rebz finishes the last bit of her sandwich before she gets up, she didn't bring any weapons with her because... The entire arena is a weapon, plus the really bad, cold weather. Rebz walked down the hall, looking for a fight, but at the same time, watching her back... Suddenly, her assigned referee shows up, she heard him creeping up, turning around and nearly knocking him out, "WOAH! WOAH! EASY THERE! I'm just your personal referee, you know the rules... I'm just here to see if you will be one of the first to win or lose!"Rebz puts her fist down, keeping her cool, "Okay fine, just keep your distance man, especially during the fight cos, I don't want you getting knocked out by a flying chair while I'm pinning someone and you won't be able to count it... That's my only warning, I'm serious... BACK... UP!" She tells the referee as she continues down the hall with her hands in her pocket, eyes peeled, what will happen?
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 7:14 am
Tom Ostrowski was in a vomitory when he heard Shanahan's announcement boom over the arena's PA system, and heard the faintest cheer from the audience. He gave a tight frown in response. With no prior knowledge of this backstage war, and his official debut being the first match after it, he was left in a very hard position. When should he fight hardest? Should he even participate in the war?
Tom made up his mind as he saw a referee approach him, and tell him that he was his personal ref for the war. He got off of the wall he was leaning on, and decided it was time to seek out an opponent. First he walked into the empty, unassembled arena. Very simple lighting left a soft glow in the seating and on the floor. Scanning the area, and seeing no one, he walked back onto the concourse. Tom shivered as the unheated concrete welcomed the cold weather into the arena, and started to walk.
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 12:25 pm
The masked man slowly took away the right hand from the left arm as the cold started setting in slowly but surely within the arena, a shadow was seen forward, a male's silhouette most noticeably and someone with a striped shirt, like the referees of the ring, ah, the good old ring ways were to come back soon into the masked man's hand, the mystery still set in on his identity.
The black dressed male slowly walked behind the male, his boots making a small stepping sound but he still was trying to sneak around, once he got closer to the male that was not in a striped shirt, he slowly let out a whistle before walking closer to a man that was surely taller and heavier, there's no use trying to sneak up any more, so the masked man just scratched the back of his mask, why make an enemy this early? But if you make an enemy now, it'll be that target to maim...Decisions, decisions...
The Masked Man was lost in thought but he glanced right towards the other wrestler, maybe the whistle had gotten the other's attention to the point of making him look back.Spoop Dogg Since you didn't specify the concourse's area on the map, I can say that you're on my character's way, right.
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 12:49 pm
Tom had been pacing to the sound of the referee's footsteps, and his own. However, it wasn't quite long before another sound entered the hall. He heard a whistle, and turned to face who, or what had made it.
His eyes fell upon a masked man. He was smaller, and leaner, but felt more menacing than he should. Tom backed up a few feet, getting his arm's in a fighting stance. "You wanna get into it, man?" he asked the stranger. The ref stepped to the side, ready to 'officiate' the encounter. He was cautious, almost apprehensive about getting into the encounter. It was strange, as this man didn't have a referee accompanying him. Was he a wrestler? Did he even belong here?
At the same time, if he was a wrestler, would it not be wise to have a second pair of hands to deal even more damage? It would be a lot easier if the odds were stacked for him; he could even find someone with a less menacing aura that would be an even smaller threat. Possibilities swam in his mind, but he remained in a defensive stance, ready to attack if provoked.
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 1:27 pm
The masked man crossed his arms, not muttering a word as now his fiery eyes glanced towards the taller male's eyes with no fear, only his glance was fiery but he did not seem to want a fight or else, he would have attacked the other by the back instead of whistling and warning about his presence, could have choked the other out with something that he started developing too but no, he whistled and stopped as to mark his presence there, the man seemed crazy to do that in the middle of a war but he offered his right hand towards the other, mask tight over the face, only allowing the eyes to be seen from the outside.
The masked man had no qualms with the bigger fella, so why get into a pointless fight?
Words were worthless at this point as acts could do simply the trick and him stretching his hand would mean that he did not want to fight but to tag along besides the other but if the other tried any trick or shady business with that offered handshake, the masked man would surely have something up in the sleeve, maybe literally or maybe not, who knows?
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 3:42 pm
Tom remained with his arms up until he saw the man extend his hand towards him. His position slackened a bit with the offer. He stood there for a moment, contemplating a decision he should have already thought of. Could he truly trust this man? At the same time, could the man truly trust Tom? Tom dropped his left arm, and reached for the man with his right, shaking his hand firmly. "Let's just hope we can find someone else, eh?" The war had barely began, but the arena was large and there were relatively few wrestlers to fill a building with a greatly larger capacity. This could take a while, and if push comes to shove he might have to try something on the masked man. Releasing the stranger's hand, Tom continued walking through the concourse, and so did the ref, who still kept an eye on the man in case either of them did try anything.
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 5:47 pm
Still incredibly miffed with her loss to Pantera last Massacre, by submission no less, Claire trudged along the hall in which connected to the catering area. Might as well grab a bite to eat while she waited for this ordeal to either somehow involve her or end right? She rounded a corner and her crimson eyes fell upon Rebz. Who as it turned out was heading her way! 'Nice an easy, and maybe she wont die.' she thought to herself as she walked, her eyes flicking from Rebz to the referee and back to the taller woman. She was in a mood most foul and the Rebel might just set the Witch off down the path that Rebz most likely did not want to go down. Not yet anyway.
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 6:03 pm
Double D would walk out of his locker room as he would hear the announcement made for the backstage war match. He would pick up the chair he was sitting in as he folded it and headed to the designated area. He wasn't sure if it was a wise choice for him to compete in this match when he had a match next, but it didn't matter as he made it to his way to the area. When he reached his destination, but a face stood out to him as he would smile widely. His opponent for the next match was actually here. As Double D got closer he would launch the chair he had in his hand towards Tom who was staring at another man. Double D didn't care about if the match had started yet. He wanted to fight and he wanted to fight now
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 6:06 pm
Cartwright was about to eat a nice hot curry in catering when he heard the announcement. He is sitting down on a chair at a table, with the bowl of delicious, hot, spicy chicken curry in-front of him. He looks around to see Rebz scoffing her sandwich and the referee approaching.
Cartwright: "Awww no! Not already! I just sat down! It's freezing cold here! This curry would warm me up and get me feeling ready for a fight! Gimme five minutes! I promise I'll be good!"
Cartwright whips-out a spoon from his pocket and begins to eat the chicken curry, watching Rebz with deep suspicion! Claire enters the room and he breathes a sigh of relief. He can enjoy his curry and he gets to watch two chicks fight! Awesome!
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 6:11 pm
Omega was found just kind of chilling out in a different area of the MTS Centre, he was chilling out near a different catering area than the one featured earlier. He wasn't eating, he was just tossing some of the food around and rearranging the order they were in. He then turned around to make sure no one jumped him that easily
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 6:49 pm
Spoop Dogg Tom continued walking through the concourse, and so did the ref, who still kept an eye on the man in case either of them did try anything. Tom had been walking with the masked man, who he formed an impromptu partnership with, when he saw his future opponent approach. Obviously he wanted to bring some trouble before their match right after the war. Tom eyed the chair Double D had in his hand, cursing his own stupidity for not seeking out a weapon. However, the playing field was quickly leveled when he ducked around the thrown chair. Deciding it was better to act now, Tom tried to close the distance between the two, and hit the ex-daredevil with a running shoulder block!
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