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 Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 3:34 pm
OOC: It's more like getting thrown through a barber-shop window...
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 3:46 pm
RyderHakubi OOC: It's more like getting thrown through a barber-shop window... | OOC| Meh... I supose... Still, y'know?
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 4:02 pm
Blade sighs at all the activity around his office...
"Frost, taxes?"
The giant looks over to Blade and shakes his head no...
"DAMNIT!! I NEED A GOALIE AND YOU KNOW IT!!!"
And once again, Blade goes off on a hockey absence induced rant...
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 4:10 pm
[a lone man in a black hoodie walks into the office, pushing the door open, walking by Jack Frost's desk, Jacl starts to stand up]
[the man gives a cold look and Jack slowly sits back down as the man heads towards Brian Blade's desk, stopping just short of the desk, pulling his hood back revealing he's none other than the former BTWF Television Champion, Eclipse.]
[Blade] You do know that The Faction has disbanded...
[Eclipse] [he nods] I've heard..[he grins] Though..Eclipse is back...with a vengence..also..when can I get back into the ring..?
[Blade] [he clears his throat] Right now, I don't know..
[Eclipse] Let's just hope it's soon....I'm bored....
[He turns and walks out of the office]
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 5:35 pm
The Eliminator got up from outside the window and jumped in looking for the little homo that threw him out of the window "um where did that punk go?" the Eliminator asks in outrage. but before anyone could answer he stomped out of the room and began his search for the reaper.(ooc. whats up with that i do one crappy promo now im the target of beatings well no biggy i wont cry over spilt milk but that was cheap and unfair just to let you know you should have asked i probably wouldnt have cared)
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 8:44 pm
*Money looks around at the comotion*
Mr.Money: Damn maybe i should come back.
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2005 3:03 pm
OOC: I think we should bring back neo fighters because it the best thing to practice that we can get and how are we supposed to practice if we dont develope then we wont get on madness and the neo fighters could also be a reviewers dream the veterians can help the rookies im mean i think it will really bring it up a notch
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2005 3:27 pm
OOC: Dude, that's what Re:Volution is for now.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 5:27 pm
Pacing back and forth in front of Brian Blade's office, Yuri Yurievich contemplates on what he should really say. Asking for a title shot would be too soon and asking for a match seems to bland. Finally, Yurievich grabs onto the doorknob, turns it, and opens it up, accidentally hitting someone. He jumps in without noticing, looking immediately at the large Jack Frost and then at the owner, Brian Blade.
X: Eh, Good evening sir. I would like to say it is an honor to finally meet you.
The soldier attired Russian approaches Brian Blade and grabs his hand in a forced handshake. He releases his hold and steps back, flattening his left arm to his side and raising his right arm into a solute, placing the thumb-side of his hand against his forehead.
X: The combat ace, at your service.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 8:17 pm
-"The combat Ace.. at Your Service!"-
Another voice says behind the uniformed guy trying to mimic his accent, Heat peeks from behind him, the new guy forgot to close the door and Heat just entered like nothing, he panted the guy on the shoulder
-"Relax man.. no need to sound that stiff.. hi boss.. yo frosty!"-
Heat says moving from the left shoulder of the guy to his right, he looks at him then smiles
-"Good.. finally another non america here.. glad to meet you.. im Heat.. here's the Hot Sauce Hotel Card.. call there if you need some relaxanion.. now if you excuse me this wont take long!"-
Heat walks foward and leaves a poster with the new card for next madness on the table for Blade to watch it
-"Im sorry boss but.. Revision vs Shadow?... #1 contender?.. again?... yo Triple D... i mean.. come on.. why i cannot go and blast Kittieman again?.. or even that Ivan blockehead.. not again them.. is like.. star wars episode 1000 .. we already know who will win in the end... i mean.. you're the man who sits on the big chair for one thing. you know how to do this.. but!.. as you know.. we are sports entertaiment... see.. entertaiment.. and you know i can do both.. but facing over and over and over the same dudes gets boring.. back at olddays.. the roman empire.. the gladiators.. they used to face with a lot of stuff.. and the winner was the best man on the colliseum.. the loser was dead.. no need to put them again on a fight.. see my point?... well.. pleeease.. i can do anything you ask me but another heat vs shadow take 5 will surely bore the crowds... and Revision got his shot when Rocko was around.. and he lost.. i gave him one and he lost.. i say that's fate.. but anyway.. i just wanted to tell you how i felt.. Frosty.. Dude.. see ya!"-
Heat pants the guy again and leaves
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2005 2:33 pm
*Dark Draco knocks on the partially open door, then walks in*
"Excuse me, Mr. Blade, I was wondering when the next time was that I could get a match. My match against Seele Brennen was dropped, so I lost my opportunity to make the impact I wanted. I'm not asking for anything big, no title's or anything, I know I don't deserve them yet, but I would like a shot at someone in better standings."
*Dark Draco then looks at X, then turns back to Brian Blade*
"Sorry to have interupted your business Mr. Blade. I just wanted to let you know what I wanted*
*Dark Draco turns around and leaves the office*
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2005 8:41 pm
The Eliminator walks in to blades office to see little drako asking for a match from BB
"Hey blade if this chump wants a match ill take him on in a little one on one compitition on re:volution if he isnt to much of a p***y."The Eliminator said with an air of confidence and quickly turned,bumped into drako,and walked out making his way back to the souljahs locker room.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2005 8:48 pm
The Combat Ace looks to the side and back to Blade, seeing him in a very busy and hectic state. He sighs to himself. Americans and their taxes, I don't think he heard a word I said. Sitting down at a nearby seat, X grabs magazine from a messy pile in the corner and reads an outdated issue of Times.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2005 9:15 pm
The door opens and then all of a sudden in steps the man that has just been signed to the BTWF, "The Canadian Superstar" Ash Ervine. He looks around and sees Blade sitting on his desk with his legs on the top. Slowly Ash walks up to him and cockily smiles before then crossing his arms and then begins to talk to him.
Ash Ervine-Well hey there...This would be the BTWF huh? I have to say...This isn't very impressive...I've been here for a full day and still I havent seen a damn thing that can even give me a little bit of entertainment. If I had the choice...I would leave this damn town and go back to the greatest country in the world...CANADA!
Boooo!
Ash Ervine-No No No...Dont bother saying a word...I know...Your speechless right? You are just so damn happy to see a man as good looking as I am...Correct? Dont answer because your answer would be disregarded no matter how important! So why dont you just shut your mouth and let ME do the talking?! Anyways...I came here because I want to DEMAND...not ask...for a match! So why dont you grab your little paper and then fill in my name next to another persons name and then book the match for...AS SOON AS POSSIBLE! What are ya waiting for eh? Do it!
Blade raises an eyebrow at him.
TBC...
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2005 10:23 pm
Looking over at the other newcomer, Yurievich raises an eyebrow and drops his magazine to the side, letting it hit the floor while he pushes himself up from his seat. Yuri takes a look at the so called "Canadian God", cracking his neck to the side. He approaches the cocky Ash, examining him from head to toe.
Yuri Yurievich: Oh boy, you Canadians sure do run at the mouth. But I guess running is the only military tactic your country could possibly know. Not to offend you, I sure do love Canada. Aww yes, the country filled with cowardly ex-Americans that ran from the Vietnam war. And it fits, because the country backs down from war all the time anyway. But since you do so love your homeland, I suggest you spruce up your legs and strut on out the door and back where you came from. Canada! The greatest country in the world! Oh, the humor. Now, if you do plan to stay, I suggest watching your mouth. Afterall, the BTWF is filled with some scary guys. I'd watch my back personally if I were you, before you find yourself in a predicament your Canadian heritage couldn't get you out of.
Yurievich spits to the side and out the door, turning back to the rookie Canadian. He steps closer in an ominous way before stepping to the side of Ervine, patting him on the back and chuckling.
Yuri Yurievich: But then again, this is America. I guess you can say anything you want.
The Combat Ace sighs to himself.
Yuri Yurievich: But I guess that's also the problem.
Sliding his hands in his pockets and steps on out, cracking his neck and chuckling to himself before singing an old Russian war song.
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