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 Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 9:24 pm
(( Lol sorry but it's in this guy's nature to kick someone's a** when he makes an unexpected appearance. ))
Dauth gets up after kicking Freakshow. He runs into the ring and slides in, jumping onto the middle rope and folding his arms, letting the mixed reactions sink in a little bit. He then jumps off of the rope and looks at Tristan Trinity. He then looks at Shadow oddly for a few moments. He inches closet, leaning towards him so he's only a few inches from his face. He sniffs a few times before pulling back, a look of shock on his face.
Dauth retrieves a mic and just stands there, waiting for someone else to say something so he doesn't have to.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 7:15 pm
Shadow sighed heavier this time. He raised his mic and finally spat out what all three of them were thinking.
"Yes, Dauth, I bathe now." Which of course made the audience irrupt into cheers and laughter.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 12:26 am
Tristan tried to muffle his laughter caused by Shadow's outburst. He had to take a moment to regain his composure before speaking again.
"Well look what I did here. It's like a re-union of sorts. So many memories between the three of us. I honestly don't know where to start... We started as nothing. Together we achieved greatness, and when we parted we all left as changed men..."
Tristan paused offering the memory a moment of silence before speaking again.
"Some would say this moment is like Magic. Dauth... i feel the only way for these people to truely accept you here you need a debut match. So tonight you will be facing Jet Johnson. Shadow... Be honest with me. You never expected it to go this far did you? I don't think even Mick Foley expected this. I want to know right now from both of you. Are you both willing to stand with me once more?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 2:16 pm
Dauth pulls up a mic and promptly proclaims, "s**t son, I'll stand by you for all time. We might be changed men but that doesn't have anything to do with the fact we're still all homies here. Thanks for the match, bro. In a few weeks when I've had more matches and time to make a mark here, you can sure as hell bet you'll both be glad that we are, in fact, homies." He smiled and lowered his mic.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 1:46 pm
Tristan smiled at Dauth's words and turned to Shadow.
"So Shadow... The question that the world is asking you. The question you have repeatedly refused to answer. Where do you stand in times of crisis? With Snypa? With Foley? Or with us?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 9:28 pm
Shadow raised his mic, dropped it, then raised it again. This time he smirked.
"The fat b*****d and a failed student of mine? I'm going to 'F them both up."
Catch phrases over, the crowd went nuts.
"As for the only guys that could ever call me a friend? All I got to say is... TBM rides again."
Shadow dropped his belt down to the mat, gave a little bow with arms extended, and took a step back to let the crowd bask the three of them in cheers.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 1:24 pm
((I was gonna end the promo here but Cartwright and I came up with a new idea...))
Tristan signaled to the ring crew who brought him a rather large purple velvet bag. Tristan raised his mic and held the bag for all to see.
"In this bag is a new Championship, which will be introduced to SWA next week. Shadow, both times that this title was introduced you were the first to win it, in fact... you were the last person to ever hold this championship."
The few smarks in the crowd gave off a pop knowing what was in the bag.
"Next week, I will be starting a tournament for this title. Should you and Freakshow lose your match to Snypa and Chris Chaos, you will both be entered in this tournament. This tournament will also feature... Damian Le, Nitrous Oxide, and Jed. Naturally there will be more to it than that, but its not my style to show my hand this early in the game."
Tristan dropped the bag, as his body began to shake... He fumbled about in his pocket franticly searching for something. He pulled out a prescription pill bottle and proceeded to swallow two triangular shaped pills before his convulsions died down. Tristan scooped up his velvet back and proceeded to exit the ring holding his head, and rushing to the backstage.
((Word... Gave Tristan a new character flaw. xd Head injuries aren't the only way now xd ))
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