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Post by The Immortal Arkken on Jan 25, 2011 16:32:41 GMT -4
[If you want in on this, BS and Semag, jump right in.]
Standing in front of the camera is a familiar pairing: the mature wrestler known as The Immortal Arkken holding a championship belt over his shoulder, while his stoic daughter Immacolata has hers wrapped around her waist.
Arkken: I had been living for a while under the delusion that my daughter and I were somehow the bad guys after our little scuffle with Severus and our short stay in Total eXcess. Seems like I was wrong.
He taps the belt resting on his shoulder.
Arkken: When you are good enough to be holding one of these, it brings out the worst in your opponent. What else could you expect from a guy who calls himself Black Spirit? It is a fearsome name, harbinger of dark deeds. The only problem is the initials. It is kind of hard to be taken seriously when people go around calling you BS.
He shrugs, a smirk on his face.
Arkken: And then there is his partner... whose name spells "mind games" back to front. Is he supposed to be a master mind or just some freak who likes to play records backwards? And don't forget their team name. Oh, that's right, they don't have one. So it is really hard to take them seriously.
Immacolata: That's why they attacked.
Arkken: Indeed. They wanted to be taken seriously. They wanted some Tudor attention. They know I have a big mouth, but they were concerned about the fact that I hadn't gone off about them yet. They knew it was because I just did not care enough. They are just another team we will defeat, another notch to carve into our belts.
Immacolata: They could not stand that we were undefeated.
Arkken: It was our attention they desired. They have it now. We will take them seriously, and we will give them a serious beating.
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Post by Semag D'Nim on Jan 26, 2011 15:56:00 GMT -4
(ooc: first of all, thanks for noticing "mind games"... nobody has outright said they'd caught it before)
*A voice echoes over the speakers*
While you're standing there in the ring, trying to speculate as to why you got attacked, you're failing to recognize something...
*A spotlight searches the crowd before finally finding Semag*
You weren't really the target Monday night. We wanted to come out and scout you guys, because you ARE the tag champs. We wanted every little last piece of information we could get. We have to respect the belts.
*He pauses and grins*
But you just couldn't mind your own business and fight your fight, you had to come at us. Naturally, we got concerned for our safety and made sure you didn't get the jump on us. We saw the bad intentions in your eyes.
*He begins to move through the crowd toward the ring*
And unless you think yourself so high and mighty, we did plan on roughing THEM up, you just put yourself in our way... we really, REALLY hate clowns.
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Post by immacolata on Jan 27, 2011 4:05:27 GMT -4
Arkken: Then we have one thing in common. Actually, probably more than one, but you are buried underneath so much...
Immacolata grabs the microphone, interrupting her father.
Immacolata: Enough of these games. I tire of the speeches, especially on a night such as this.
She walks up to the ropes, looking at Semag in the crowd.
Immacolata: Lose the herd and step in here. I have been waiting weeks for this match. So promiscuous am I that I cannot wait to get my hands on some flesh!
After speaking that last sentence with barely contained animosity, she throws the microphone outside of the ring and takes a couple of steps backwards to grant entry.
Arms crossed, Arkken is simply waiting in their corner for the match to start, his face an expressionless mask.
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