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 Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 12:45 pm
HB lowers his shades.
Nice to know you've got my back, but believe me, I can hold my own. You just make sure you've got your front covered. As for Chinx, If Rocker thinks he's gonna pull a fast one on me then he dosen't know who he's dealing with. Take it easy kid.
HB continues walking down the hall, then stops and calls back to Sparco.
Oh! And tell your gramps I said hi!
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2005 8:18 am
Sparco just shakes his head in disbeleif in a jokey way then continues down the hall. He stops at the lockeroom with DoomChyld wrote on the plac. He notices a stage-hand nearby with a pen in his shirt pocket. Sparco walks over and takes it. he then swiftly walks over to DC's door and draws some rude grafitti before jogging down the corridor laughing.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2005 4:33 pm
Sparco was still at a jogging pace when he looked up to see Rocker and Chinx in his face.
Ohh look who it is Mr. I Went Through a wall, Mr. I'm Going To Win The High Time title. Ahh you disgust me in ways that i aint able to explain, you and Doomfreak for the High Time Title, maybe they should have named it the Loser's Time title. Just cause you go a lucky, flukey, unfair pinfall over me doesn't mean s**t at all.
Rocker and Chinx walk past both sides of Sparco and they nudge both sides of Sparcos shoulders thus knocking him back a bit.
Ohh have fun Mr. Suck Up To Brianna, your such a loser!
Rocker and Chinx laugh there way down the hallway.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 11:50 am
Sparco just laughs at the crap comment and shouts down the cooridor.
Bye Mr. I think I'm a bigshot because l love myself except I'm a crap wrestler with no talent thats why I have a bodyguard that could hurt Jesus when he was nailed to a cross!
Sparco laughs again and looks down the corridor seeing if he gets a reply.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 4:31 pm
Rocker and Chinx stop dead in there tracks and then spin round and walk back to Sparco and stop right infront of him.
So you want me and Chinx to show you our power? Just cause you got a fluke little pin on me at Damaged doesn't mean that your good and im crap or even for that matter doesn't mean that im not PISSED OFF at you. Im in the mood to knock someone out so it may just be you if i here another smart a** comment out of you. How would you like your head or should i say whole body through the wall again? As for no good at wrestling well your sadly wrong chump!
Chinx then steps in and grabs Sparco by his shirt and lifts him to the wall with Sparco's feet dangling just above the ground.
You want me to prove to you that i can do more then hurt you, i could break you in 100 different spots chump.
Chinx drops Sparco back to the ground as Rocker tells Chinx thats enough. Both men continue back down the hallway in which they came from.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2005 3:38 am
Sparco Quickly Sprints in the opposite direction and turns a corner. He soon turns a few more and ends up facing Rocker and Chinx a few metres away after turning the last corner. Sparco starts to walks towards them a couple of steps revealing a Steel Chair from behind the corner. He hoists it above his head glancing at both Chinx and Rocker.
But just at that moment Rockers attention is drawn to DC creeping up behind Sparco with with a base ball bat in his hands. Rocker must decide quickly what to do.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2005 6:09 am
Rocker quickly grabs Chinx and pulls him across to take him away from the chair shot from Sparco but just as Rocker pulls him across Sparco smacks Chinx in the head. Just at that Doomchyld slams the bat into Sparcos ribs with a loud Crack and ding from dropping the baseball bat Doomchyld quickly gets out of site.
Chinx, come on we have to get out of here now.
Chinx staggers round before looking at Rocker and then Rocker shakes his head down the corridor and both men slowly make there way down the corridor.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2005 1:25 pm
Sparco lies on the floor in agony as medics run around the corner to come to Sparco's aid. Minutes after Brianna Rach looks around the corner and sees what has happened. She puts on a stern face and walks toward the stage.
(( PROMO time! xd ))
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Unholy Meatpuppet Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2005 3:58 am
After being interviewed by Roselyn Peters, Puppet makes his way down a hall, athletic tape still dangling from his knee. A near by stage hand noticed this and points it out to Puppet as he makes his way past. Puppet stops, a little infront of the Stage Hand as he bends down and begins to unwrap the tape. He steches the tape out and runs towards where the stage hand is standing, wrapping it around the stage hand's throat, Puppet begins to scream in the stage hands face,
"Are you happy NOW? You don't think I'll win do you? You don't think I can do it, I CAN DO IT, I WILL DO IT, you can't stop me, NOBODY can stop me"
The stage hands face begins to turn a dark purple. A bunch of the backstage crew run and pull Puppet off of the stage hand, letting the stage hand collapse to the floor.
"Get off me, GET OFF!"
Puppet throws his arms around, sending a few of the crew backing away from him. A voice from down the hall yells out at Puppet,
"Puppet, in my office, NOW"
The voice is recognized as Brianna Rach's. Calming down the crew begin to release their hold on Puppet, as he sets out down the hall towards Brianna's office.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2005 6:52 am
HB is shown walking briskly down the hall. He stops at the sight of a young intern carrying a box of doughnuts.
Hey hey hey kid! Slow down there, you're in no hurry. 'Scuse he, I'm just gonna take one of these off your hands here.
HB grabs a doughnut and bites into it.
mmm.... This is some good stuff. Who ordered these?
Umm... Briana Rach did. For the conference room.
I gotcha, well let me take these to her, she's been having a little run of bad luck and I think I'll cheer her up a bit. What's your name kid?
Keith Pyzer.
Keith extends his hand to shake, but HB just stares at him akwardly until he lowers his hand.
Do you like wrestling Keith?
Oh yes sir. Been watching since I was a kid.
Good... Good... and who would you say is your favorite wrestler?
Oh, well that would have to be Spar-
No, Keith. I mean who's your FAVORITE wrestler?
Umm... You are?
Good answer Keith. I'll tell you what, I'm going to take these doughnuts to the boss, and i'll meet you in the locker room in half an hour. And bring me some coffee. Cream and two sugars.
Yes sir.
Keith trots off as HB makes a steady walk back to the locker room with his new breakfast.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2005 7:24 am
Rocker slowly walks down the corridor to find Chinx slamming his fists into the vending machine.
Oi Oi Chinx whats that for?
It ate my damn money
Chinx remember like this
Rocker thumps his hand swiftly on the top of the vending machine and out falls 2 cans of soft drink and a bottle of water. Rocker and Chinx walk off with the three items.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2005 12:32 pm
*DC sulks backstage on the massage board, awaiting his masseuse. Finally, a woman enters the back room and approaches DC*...
DC: Oh please, don't rush. I've only been here an hour waiting on you lady! Now let's hurry up and get this over with.
Woman: Ahora, donde usted tiene gusto para mí...
DC: Whoa whoa wait just a minute! You don't speak any english?
Woman: Sé muy poco...
DC: Sorry lady, but this massage session is over. With you speaking all that jibberish, I don't know whether I'm accepting a massage, or a swift thumb in my a**!
*DC wraps himself in his velvet crush robe, and makes his way out of the massage parlor. The woman just gives a dazed and confused look after DC*...
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2005 9:34 am
Sparco quickly and queitly runs up behind an unsuspecting DC and rips the robe of his body then he runs away down the corridor with it in his hand cackling like a demented witch!
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2005 5:27 am
*DC sits in a private booth to himself. It is obvious he is not pleased. Roselyn Peters approaches the entranceway and knocks lightly.*
DC: Who the HELL is it?
Roselyn: DoomChyld, it's me. Roselyn Peters.
DC: .....Enter....
*As Roselyn enters, she hears the sound of the shower going in the bathroom.*
Roselyn: Um, did I come at a bad time?
DC: Rosa, your timing is always bad. Lucky for you, my tolerance level is higher than most. Now, what do you want woman?
Roselyn: I'm here to ask for your thoughts on the recent tag match...
DC: Yeah, about that. To be honest, it didn't surprise me at all that both Sparco and Heartbreaker needed one another to get the win over one man. Do you see what's going on here, Josephine?
Roselyn: No, DoomChyld. I can't say I do.
DC: You know, clueless and cute aren't an intriging combination anymore. Well, let me clue you in. I'm being conspired against! I bring alot to the table here in GWA, and that makes alot of people here in the GWA jealous. So now a small revolt has been formed in spite of me!
Roselyn: But DoomChyld, it was a tag match. These things happen.
*Suddenly, a tall woman enters from the bathroom, wrapped in white cotten towel with another wrapped around her hair.*
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2005 5:39 am
Ms. Winters tightens her towel before taking a seat next to DC on an arm of the couch.
Winters: "Ms. Peters, did you even watch the tag match?"
Roselyn: "Well, yes I did..."
Winters: "And it wasn't apparent to you that my client was targeted in that match? Both competitors Mr. Sparco and Mr. Heartbreaker have shown a biased disliking for Mr. DoomChyld. A biased disliking that is discriminitive, and will not be taken lightly."
Roselyn gives a surprised look to the woman.
Roselyn: "And you are?"
Winters: "I am Jolee Winters, secretary to Mr. DoomChyld. But that's Ms. Winters to you, Ms. Peters. Now, if you would, I suggest you take your leave now. My client's had a rough past week, and needs some time alone to regain his composure."
Roselyn: "Okay....sure."
Roselyn makes her way to the exit of the private booth.
Winters: "And close the door on your way out."
Roselyn: .....
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