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 Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 9:05 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 Monday Massacre #12 show at the Bridgestone Arena in Nashville, Tennessee.
NOTE: This includes the General Manager's Office now.]
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 11:42 pm
Xavier was in the trainers room on the table getting his ribs taped with the athletic tape.
Doctor: You know you've been told by just about every doctor since your last match that you shouldn't be wrestling until your ribs have fully healed.
Xavier: I don't give a damn, I've been through this before, just tape me up already I'm competing no matter what.
Doctor: And your cut still hasn't healed fully either, you know you can get an infection in it if it's exposed for a long period of time correct?
Xavier's grip on the table tightened as his voice got faint.
Xavier: Just tape it up then!
Doctor: You can barely speak! No way you can compete like this!
Xavier grabbed onto the doc's shirt but let go immediately. More pain kicking in from his rib cage.
Xavier: Just......tape me up.....I'm wrestling out there and there's nothing that you......or any other shitty.....overpaid......doctor that tells me the same damn thing, can do about it!
The doctor just shook his head as he continued to tape up Xavier, who now had a scowl look on his face.
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 12:06 am
Jamie was wandering around backstage, trying his best to find his way around. It seemed like every day Jamie was having to learn a new backstage area. It was like they were changing arenas on an annual basis or something!
Jamie approached the GM's office and gave the door a firm, rapid knock with the palm of his hand. Thud!-Thud!-Thud!
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2014 8:06 pm
mr colter Jamie was wandering around backstage, trying his best to find his way around. It seemed like every day Jamie was having to learn a new backstage area. It was like they were changing arenas on an annual basis or something!
Jamie approached the GM's office and gave the door a firm, rapid knock with the palm of his hand. Thud!-Thud!-Thud!
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2014 10:53 pm
Matt sat in his office with his head in his hands, quietly muttering to himself. To say that things were stressing him out would be an understatement; and to think, he thought The House was the worst he'd ever have to deal with. The knock on the door shook the General Manager back into the real world though, causing him to sit up and stare at the door with a death-glare through his aviators.
"Yeah, come on in!" A cordial voice called out, contrasting the irritation hidden behind his sunglasses; yes, he still wore his aviators indoors.
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2014 12:55 pm
Jamie opened the door to the GM's office and casually strolled on in. "Don't mind if I do. Privetstviya, Matt." Jamie greeted as he adjusted his title on his shoulder. "Y'know, Matt, I never got a 'congratulations' or a 'thank you' card after I won this title." Jamie breathed on the belt before shining it with his forearm. "And personally, my feelings are a little hurt."
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2014 1:45 pm
Matt's eyes glared at Jamie through his aviators with a vicious stare, but a small grin remained ever-present on his face. Slowly, he leaned back in his chair and sighed, bringing his hands to lace into eachother across his chest.
"You know, Bader... I feel you, right now. After putting faith in a man that's lost the majority of his matches here in BBW, giving him a shot at one of -my- championships, and watching him win a match that he chose... -I- never got a 'thank you', either. It's been nagging at me a bit... It hurts me right in my core, man. It gets to me."
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2014 1:58 pm
"--To be fair Matt, I didn't choose the match, the wheel chose the match, but that's neither here nor over there." Jamie adjusted the belt and gave Matt a smirk. "But I'm willing to forgive everything if you'd be so kind as to grant me a favor--a rematch, non-title of course, against Salem Croft." Jamie's smirk slowly faded as he looked off into the distance. "We have some...Unfinished business to discuss, and our meeting could run a bit...Deadly."
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2014 4:45 pm
Matt remained silent for a long time. Some might say two weeks. Finally, he let out a sigh and looked at his watch, followed by giving Jamie a shake of his head. "No, no... I don't think so. You see, Salem hasn't even thought to show up tonight, so chances are he won't be at the next show. But, since you want a favor... I think I got one for you..." Matt muttered under his breath and let a slow smirk creep across his lips. "How do you feel about defending your new claim to fame next week? My treat, amigo."
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2014 9:41 pm
"Ugh yeah I'm the ******** boss," Freak jogs down the hallway wearing a sweat darkened wifebeater and gym pants. "WOO! This is where the power lies.. This is where the power lies.." He pants to himself as he bobs and weaves through empty corridors. The pompadour sporting manager comes skidding to a halt just as he runs a corner.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 5:35 pm
Jamie's desire to get his grubby little strangle-hold hands on Salem might have gotten the best of him. Suddenly, his smirk turned into a frown at Matt suggested that he put his newly won title on the line.
"Uhhh...I gotta' go." Jamie said quietly before clearing his throat and re-adjusting his grip on his title.
...And with that Jamie slithered his way out of the GM's office and out of his sight.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 5:40 pm
"Seeya next week, Jamie! Thanks for being such a great champion!" Matt's sarcastic yet cheerful tone followed as Jamie disappeared out of the office and down the hall, leaving the General Manager back to his lonesome. Hopefully that wouldn't get ruined.
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