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 Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2014 3:42 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 #14 show at the Nationwide Arena in Columbus, Ohio.
NOTE: This includes the General Manager's Office now.]
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 11:35 am
Back in the locker room Xavier was looking at the TV provided by the company in Columbus. Watching back his match with Adormis as he saw yet another loss to him. "God damn" he said in total anger. Things haven't gone well for Xavier at all as he starts to walk to the door, kicking it open, throwing a water bottle at the wall across from the locker room door.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 1:10 pm
Dion was in a utility room, working to clean off his shield, which he had used to grill burgers at the beach party. Last time I forget to pack my grill... he thought, scrubbing as best he could to get the grease and food remnants off the fine metalwork.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 4:33 pm
Andrew Styles, the man that has been off and on like a switch was roaming through backstage, wearing a hoodie jacket, hood down and hands inside of the pockets.
His face seemed to be cold and disturbed like something was going down in his life, his eyes had that lifeless stare, his lips were on a frown, his hair was semi-spiked up, black hair bangs covering the left eye.
His walk was slow paced for the while, his surroundings seemed to be dulled out and if he was to stumble on someone, he would barely feel it unless the person that was bumped into would make noise.
Life for Andrew Styles, The True Crimson, was really hard at this point.
He started his career well: He had his peak with the rivalry against Cyrus, was the first Crimson City champion in the BBW history.
He lost that same title due to severe injuries months after the big win, he returned in a surprising manner, he was one of the Backstage War winners along with the female named Ava and at the Sanguine Invitational, he met his defeat at the hands of Blackjack, such a long story, more healing time for facial reconstruction.
After a few, Andrew came back and surprisingly, he just lost his will and succumbed to the superior man, Blackjack. He also murdered a bird electrically, such a brilliant achievement...not.
On the days of today, he is just the shadow of that man, his mentor. The guy was teaching him lots on how to survive trully in the ring. You have to be insane, tap into the madness of your mind.
Andrew was thinking on his whole career in general while walking, not knowing where to go, what to do or whatever. He just felt lost at the moment as right now, his mentor was battling in the ring against Brody. Andrew did not care to join his mentor today, heck, when his mentor called him earlier, Andrew did simply turn off his phone to not be bothered while he was out of the ring and the training grounds, to train on his own.
His mind felt like it was falling apart, his wrestling ability diminished, his performance mediocre, no longer the one in prime ascension for titles, one year has gone by but many things happened to Andrew, professionally and personally, he was missing a lot and to be fair, he felt nothing at all now.
His career was being lost for delivering his soul to Blackjack at this point, his ambitions cut to simply serve the Mentor, his life just flashed through his mind to the point of giving him an headache, he shook his head to the sides as he simply entered Blackjack's locker room and closed the door with a slam, making himself comfortable in the darkest corner possible with the hoodie down at this point, he would blend perfectly there, just awaiting for his mentor to return from the match as a loser or winner, it did not matter now.
Andrew just waited now...patiently and silently...
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