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Post by Semag D'Nim on Jan 24, 2011 17:08:15 GMT -4
*Semag walks into the locker room. He is wearing a black shirt with what initially looks like the normal smiley face, but instead the eyes are wide and it has a very straight look to it. Off-set, seemingly in the background, are the words "Bringing Paranoia". Semag approaches Black Spirit's locker*
I can't believe it took so long to finally arrive. They said somebody told them they weren't sure what name we were going with since we "kept changing." You'd think putting an order in would make it clear. At least they look good.
*He takes a seat on a nearby bench, a grin on his lips*
Tonight, the games are over, the jokes are done, and it's time for business. Roses don't last forever, and neither will their Legacy.
(ooc: just to get things started)
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Post by Semag D'Nim on Jan 24, 2011 17:20:47 GMT -4
attached a "picture" for the shirt, hopefully it works Attachments:
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Post by Black Spirit on Feb 13, 2011 14:35:56 GMT -4
\\ Black Spirit looks down as he takes things out of his pack
Spirit: They outsmarted us at the PPV and that's something I can't forgive myself for. Alexandro allowed us to have another chance at the titles tonight and, so we gotta do anything we can to not lose this opportunity
\\ Spirit pulls a black bag out of the pack and hands it to Semag
Spirit: I thought this could help us with what being a team really is
Semag takes a look inside the bag and then turns to Spirit with a grin on his face.
ooc: I'm going to take that happy face and I'm going to give it a darker tone to match the name.
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Post by cathul on Feb 15, 2011 20:25:09 GMT -4
Cathul enters the locker room occupied by Black Spirit and Semag. His World Heavyweight Title sparkling even in the dim fluorescent lighting of the locker room. Cathul's hands are clasped behind his back.
Cathul: I truly hope that isn't a bag of some contraband or other such nonsense.
Black Spirit and Semag raise to "greet" the new arrival with clenched fists and stern looks on their faces.
Cathul: Peace, peace... I come in peace. Semag, do I need to bring an olive branch every time I pay a visit to alert you that I mean no harm? Black Spirit, I brought you a gift as well. You see? I remembered you didn't like my wine, so i brought you something... closer to your tastes.
Cathul proffers a case of beer he was holding behind his back. The label clearly reads Church Brewworks, Pittsburgh Pennsylvania.
Cathul: I figure some nice Lager would suit you better than my red wine ever did. Truce? Good. I wanted to show up and congratulate the both of you on an excellent bid for the Tag Team Titles. While it wasn't successful, it certainly was Spirited.
Cathul chuckles at his own joke.
Cathul: Listen boys, I know the two of you are preparing for your match tonight, so I won't take up a lot of your time. I know you'll take what you learned at the PPV and apply it to your match tonight. Maybe we'll all be wearing gold at the end of this night. Wouldn't that be something? I'll leave you to your own vices now, but before I go...
Cathul steps up into the face of Black Spirit and stares somberly into the other mans eyes. Slowly Cath brings his hand to grasp Black Spirits. Slowly the hand shakes up and down, and Cathul's demeanor softens. In fact, by the time the hand shake is in full motion, Cathul is even smilling.
Cathul: I wanted to thank you, Black Spirit, for starting this company. I don't know the history, or how it came to be controlled by a board of trustees. I also wanted to thank you for standing by and fighting to keep the fans in control of this great organization. I knew Emma's bid for total control would've only left this federation in ruins.
Cathul turns to Semag and offers to shake his hand as well. Semag politely refuses the gesture.
Cathul: Fair enough. I can understand your "paranoia"... After all, I did kidnap you once upon a time. I respect you though. You too stood on the proper side of the TX war. Just remember, I stood there beside you as well. And now, I have this... (Cathul slaps the title belt draped over his should), to show for my allegiance. If you ever want to take some lessons from me, let me know. I'll book some sparring time in the gym.
Cathul turns to exit the room.
Cathul: As you were, Gentlemen.
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Post by Black Spirit on Feb 16, 2011 11:25:24 GMT -4
\\ Black Spirit stares at Cathul with a doubt of how to react. He grabs the beer from Cathul's hand before the world champ leaves the place
Spirit: You're not forgetting this. Are you?
\\ Cathul turns around and looks down on Spirit's hand snatching the can
Spirit: Let's say that I prefer to reserve my comments to everything you just said because I quite frankly have to focus on our plans for later tonight
\\ Spirit raises the can to the height of both superstars' chests and with a quick movement he opens the can of beer splattering liquid on Cathul's chest
Spirit: Cheers!
\\ Spirit raises the beer with a grin on his face while Cathul looks down on his now wet shirt
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Post by cathul on Feb 16, 2011 12:57:49 GMT -4
Cathul signs resignedly.
Cathul: Beer drinkers....
He quickly leaves.
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