|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2014 5:33 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 Hardcore Harvest #2 show at A Field in Salem, Massachusetts!
NOTE: This includes the General Manager's Office now.]
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 12:29 pm
-------------------------------------Before Andrew's Match---------------------------------
The True Crimson was readying up inside of his locker room, having a picture of Blackjack on the wall and on about every place that he trained on, that was his motivation to strike out. Rage and hatred did just the fine trick to train intensively and as the show went on, Andrew totally forgot that he had an important tag match to attend to.
He was now training his knees by doing flying jumping knees right to a padded wall with Blackjack's picture on it, then doing combinations of kicks to just throttle up his anger even more as then he threw a rough elbow to the picture, ripping the picture in two.
His eyes were intense, sweat pouring down his body as he backed away and sat down on the bench, a replica of Blackjack's weapon arsenal was located in Andrew Styles' locker room at the moment. He turned on the small television to see what was popping in the matches as his eyes went wide to notice that his 'partner' for tonight had already entered along with the two guys to strike out.
Styles cursed himself mentally as he turned off the TV, tossing the remote down and opening the weapon box to take out a black baseball bat and also he put something inside of his pocket, it seemed small and sharp.
He rested the bat on the left hand as he opened a bottle of half-liter full of water right on top of his head to stay cool and collected and to not see everyone in that match as his defective liar ex-mentor Blackjack. He then rose up and opened the locked door to close it down, taking a bit of time to do so as he then ran through the backstage to get in the ring, hoping the situation did not get bad for his partner, some guy named Omen.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
