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 Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 11:15 am
[This is the section where contracted wrestlers can interact and do their business. As this is an outdoor event, the backstage area consists of various trailers and makeshift buildings. Imagination is key in this environment. This thread will only be active during the Winter Warfare #2 show at the Riverfront Park in Seattle, Washington.
NOTICE: The Backstage War will begin once the post stating so is made in the thread.]
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 6:29 pm
"As of right now, the Backstage War will commence. Everyone in the backstage area is susceptible to being part of the War. Much like last year, competitors already taking part in the Sanguine Invitational finale and current Champions are not eligible to win. Current challengers to championships are allowed to participate, however will not be allowed to keep their rewards should they win a championship tonight.
Unlike last year, a maximum of three pinfalls or submissions are allowed to occur, so three people are allowed to win. No person can obtain more than one victory. The War will take place until three winners are made, or the end of the Winter Warfare card. The winners will be given their prizes at the next Monday Massacre. The prize is a chance at either the Crimson City, TV, or the Seasons Championships.
Let the War begin."
[Contact Punkology via PM involving any questions pertaining to the event. If you have a dispute with a competitor, please do not turn the thread into an OOC argument. This match is very much a Free-For-All. Anyone in the guild is allowed to compete or simply be part of the chaos. Due to the nature of this match, please. Please. Take auto-hits if you have to. Keep the pace active, and have fun folks.]
[The winners of the Backstage War were:
Hiro Shin-Mozas - Page 2
Jasper Shaw - Page 3
Kujaku - Page 7]
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 7:14 pm
Sarah was in her locker room at the door, with her hands on the handle to push open the door. As soon as the war had officially begun through the intercom, Sarah bursted out through her door, screaming out as she went blindly into battle... Except... Nobody was there... Yet... Now, cautiously looking around, she walks down the hall towards catering/merchandise, surely plenty would meet in this area. Looking behind her shoulders every few seconds, this could be extremely fun!
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 8:13 pm
The camera cut from Sarah Skye lurking around to Hiro Shin-Mozas, the fans popping out at ringside as his face appeared on the Titantron in the arena. He walked around for a moment, trying to find Kelly King's office. After a few moments he encountered fellow wrestler Trent, looking around cautiously. "Hey there, Trent! You uh...You alright? Just sorta looking around aimlessly, it seems. Im trying to find King's office right now, that asswipe is avoiding me, I swear. I told him I'd see him at the last BBW show, and I couldn't find him then, and now I hear his doofus son is getting a world title match? Hell, I should go find him and knock his block off! You know its weird, I saw Sarah Skye while I was walking around but didnt say anything. She was being strange too, is something going on?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 9:00 pm
Trent was watching his back as he was walking around in the back, and as soon as he heard the voice of his adversary later tonight, he flinched slightly. Things were good though, he didn't try to pull something fast and even asked him a simple question. Trent turned to Hiro and looked him dead in the eye and began to whisper while looking at the camera.
"Hiro, you do know what's happening? Right?"
The dumbfounded look on his face wiped any trace of his doubt.
"Anyways.... tonight the Backstage War is going on. You have heard of that before, right?"
Another dumbfounded look crossed his face as Trent realized he needed to stop asking questions due to the fact he knew what the response was going to be.
"It's an event where everyone in the back fights one another. Winner gets a shot at all the titles beside the world title! It's pretty cool, but it's dangerous back here."
Trent turned his head looking around the corners while talking with his opponent later tonight. The coast seemed clear, thank god for that.
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 9:02 pm
Hiro listened to Trent, and he got a gleam in his eye when the young man mentioned title shots. The gleam left quickly when he realized it wasn't a shot at the world title. Hiro shook his head and pushed himself off of the wall he'd been leaning on while listening to Trent. "Alright, well, thanks for filling me in Trent. Good luck with this. There's no world title match on the line like last time so I honestly don't wanna risk hurting myself before our match later! Now...Where is that jackass Kelly King?" Hiro went and tried to walk away from Trent, looking to find King. Trent wouldn't do anything, right? He's to nice of a guy to force Hiro into this match, right? RIGHT?
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 9:11 pm
Hiro looked to move on, but Trent looked to grasp his hand before he could fully leave. Once again, Trent looked around all the corners assuring the two were alone. Hiro seemed as if he were scared of the position he was put in, but there was nothing to be afraid of. Trent would say casually.
"Hiro, look. You're a good guy, and I am a good guy, you know this. That's why I need to tell you that....LOOK BEHIND YOU!"
Trent yelled and pointed behind Hiro who quickly turned. No one was there, but Hiro would be unaware of that as he looked to grab Hiro by his clothing and toss him into the nearest wall. This will obviously not turn out well for Hiro.
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 9:15 pm
...and in that moment, Hiro knew, he had ******** up. He thought there was a chance Kelly King had been behind him, but alas, it was a dirty trick from Trent! Trent sent his opponent later in the evening back first into the wall, causing a yelp to come out from the Ethnic Enigma's mouth. He dropped down to the ground, and arched his back. What an evil and dastardly move from this man!
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 9:21 pm
Oh s**t, oh no he ******** yelled. Trent immediately went towards Hiro, looking to cuff his mouth so that could not happen again. He then whispered to Hiro.
"Sorry, that was a reflex. I haven't been getting enough sleep alright. Look, I didn't mean to do it and I will help you up if you don't make another noise. Otherwise we are both screwed!"
Trent said as he took his hand away from Hiro's mouth, getting off of him, hoping that he would "understand".
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 9:28 pm
Hiro's eyes had anger in them as Trent covered his mouth. The younger wrestler got off of him, and this let Hiro lean up against the wall, his anger filled eyes locked on Trent. Hiro slowly but surely used the wall to start getting back to his feet. He remained silent, finally getting to his feet and looking down for a moment, trying to keep himself composed....
but he couldn't.
Leaping at Trent, knock the man off balance and to the ground, where he would aim many punches at his head!
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 9:30 pm
Trent would be taken down to the ground alongside Hiro, as he would begin to yell through the backstage while downed.
"HELP! FIRE! FIRE!"
However no one came to his aid. Leaving him in the fetal position, trying to guard his head while he waited for somebody to help him while he was in distress.
"GOD DAMMIT, SOMEONE HELP MEEE!"
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 12:08 am
The signature Trueno AE86 pulled over on the outside of the arena as the fans knew who was coming to the ring, this happened precisely last year but this time around, there was no mask covering the face of the male, just the hoodie jacket up, his clothes consisted of overwashed blue jeans, military beige boots and black gloves with some designs on them in white which accentuated and caught the eye easily.
The man in question was Andrew Styles, one of Sanguine Finale's finalists of this year once again as he stepped out of the car slowly and closed the door, turning on the alarm as he put the key in his pocket and walked through the backstage area, he planned to meet Omen around the parking lot, they had to talk and deal between both of them on certain points.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 11:47 am
The only attention Trent got was of a ref, who came dashing down the hallway and into the vicinity of Hiro and Trent. Hiro got up off of Trent after a few punches, but was by no means done. He tried to grab the man's legs, turn him over, and lock him in the Japanese Cloverleaf!
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 1:29 pm
Sarah is now seen in the catering, no cameras focused on her, but there is a few refs to oversee the action in this area, even though they are just there to count pins and submissions. She goes up to the hot grill area where there are burger patties, hot dogs on a roller, pizzas in a hot box, nachos on the side and other goodies. Looking over her shoulder as she fixes herself a sandwich with 2 burger patties, some vegetables, and ketchup. One would wonder why fix yourself a good meal when there is a war going on, Sarah however, didn't care, as she was hungry!
Sitting down at one of the tables with a drink, also, she has to get a decent meal before fighting, even though she is not booked tonight. Keeping her eyes on both entrances to the catering room, again, nobody is here yet. It'll only be a matter of time before she is targeted.
((I wrote I'm not booked because it'll make sense for the storyline I'm doing.))
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 1:50 pm
Trent
Trent would be tossed over onto his stomach, being put into a submission maneuver that was beginning to take a toll on his back, the move being a well applied Japanese Cloverleaf. The legs of Trent's bending just like his back, causing a great sense of discomfort through the Archangel. However, he wasn't submitting after having the upper hand. The official would be by the two men, while Trent would be in agony after the failed attack.
Omen
Andrew had made his appearance, now it was time for one of the largest guys in BBW to step up to meet with his ally and tag partner. A door leading to the parking lot would be opened and it would reveal the man that Andrew had waited for. It was Omen who would have a pure white burlap sack, whiter than that of which snow is, with black and red lines running across it. Another edition to the look were the horns that stuck out from the burlap sack, and the white attire that matched the sack. Omen would approach Andrew Styles at a steady pace, not rushing himself or anything. The two men would now be standing face to mask near the car of Andrew Styles for a talk.
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