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 Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 7:05 pm
When it seemed like the events of tonight where done and everything was beginning to settle, one last event was about to take place. A very peculiar event, a very bizarre event, an event for that seemed to be planned specifically for the GM of BBW, Matt Shanahan. You see, his office door was left unlocked, and one shouldn't leave doors unlocked, for it can attract very strange and possibly, very unwelcome visitors.
If Matt Shanahan were to walk into his office, he would be greeted with an unusual sight. Every inch of the room was vandalized. Nothing was broken or destroyed, but everything was marked with red and black colors, forming dozens of the same symbol that was plaguing BBW. The walls, the desk, the cabinets, the door, the chairs, even the ceiling, nothing was left untouched. Some of the markings appeared to be spray paint, others appeared to be regular wet paint that was still fresh and dripping.
Matt's computer monitor was switched on, but the screen was locked. The background was plain white and several lines of words were typed, repeating themselves over and over, one after another in a pattern:
We walk amongst you.
We wait.
Prepare.
We walk amongst you.
We wait.
Prepare.
We walk amongst you.
We wait.
Prepare.
One wall was free of the symbol. Instead, a different message was left, written in what seemed to be red lipstick.
Matt,
Thank you.
- Us
Accompanying the signature of 'Us', was a kiss mark, in the same red lipstick the message was written with.
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 8:58 pm
Kelly King walked towards the General Manager's office, texting away on his phone. He was still paranoid from earlier about something, that eerie chill that he'd gotten after Andrew Styles' destruction. He was still texting back and forth with the head trainer, who was with Andrew over looking his hospital stay and hopeful recovery. King was even wearing his rarely seen glasses on his face as he walked, nose down in his SAMSUNG GALAXY S4. He turned the corner, avoiding the two machines from earlier that had kept Matt and King at bay while the House Our Father Built destroyed the Crimson City Champion.
"Matt, update on Styles. It's gonna cost us a bit more than we though--" He started as he looked up from his phone, seeing Matt wasn't even in his office.
And oh.
2.0 surveyed the damage, the books that were just short of spookily combusting spontaneously. The walls that were cannibalized and painted red and black. The papers, the doors, the chairs. 2.0's mouth slowly opened wide and his eyes scaled all around the room. "Nope." He said and then slowly backed out of the room and left. Nope nope nope nope nope.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 12:51 pm
"Sir, do you have any comment on what happened with Andrew Styles this evening? What about The House and their endless assaults? Do you have any plans to deal with this situation?" A reporter could be heard pounding the questions at the General Manager as he stormed around the corner, heading straight to his office. Of course, in tow was a reporter and a cameraman.
"No! No comment! Just know that it's being dealt with, that's all that matters," Shanahan shot back at the reporter as he continued on his path, clearly trying to escape the man.
"What about the Crimson City Championship? Will Mr. Styles remain ch-"
"Look! Everything will be taken care of and addressed by the next show," Matt huffed out at them while stopping at his door, turning to stare at the shorter male. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get my things and go. Is that okay?" Without waiting for a response, Matt opened his office door and looked into his office.
What the ******** happened?
Matt's eyes went wide at the sight in his office. Painted symbols all over the place, nothing was left untouched! After a few moments of pure shock, a bitter scowl of anger crossed his lips. "WHAT THE ********> The General Manager roared as he stomped across the office, staring right at the biggest symbol on his back wall. "WHO DID THIS?! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?!" He screamed before turning to see his computer monitor on. He nearly knocked it down when he grabbed the monitor and stared at the words on the screen. Prepare? For what? Another assault by The House?!
Finally, Matt's eyes traced up to stare at the one painting that stood out on the walls. Thank you, from Us. "... Us? THANK YOU!? WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?" Matt screamed while ripping the monitor off the table and throwing it at the message on his wall. Tonight... tonight was not Matt's night.
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 3:54 pm
A timid stage hand approached the doorway, rather cautiously, due to Shanahan's reaction to the mess. "Uh...B-Boss-?" He stopped mid question, staring at the vandalized room in shock before quickly snapping out of it and remembered why he was here to begin with. He was sweating and avoided eye contact, very much visibly nervous with what he was about to say. Surely, it would not make things any better for his boss. And boy, was he a scary man when he was angered. "I-I know this is a bad time, a really bad time....but there is something you HAVE to see." With that said, he motioned for the GM to follow him, leading him thought he twist and turns of the halls, out through the doors heading towards the parking lot of the arena, where a group of staff members were staring up at the building, and a good few yards away, behind a heavy gate, a group of by passers also stood, looking up, pointing and murmuring to themselves in bewilderment.
"I don't know who...or how...they did this b-but....look..."
The stage hand pointed up towards the arena building, revealing just exactly everyone was gawking at. There, painted on the brick wall, was the exact same symbol that was just seen in Shanahan's office. The painting was massive, covering nearly the entire side of the building! How this was done was beyond anyone's guess, but one thing was for sure. Whoever did this really knew how to get people's attention.
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 6:25 pm
I’m not afraid to look insane
'Cause I’m crazy about you
There’s nothing that I won’t do
Just to make you love me, love me, love me
Throw away my pride for you
Just to make you love me, want me, trust me  Fɪʀᴇᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ Pᴜʀᴠᴇʏᴏʀ |✦| Rαveɴclαw Alυм Alby getting married had never been in the cards if one had to ask his parents about his future fate. They would've gone on to assume that he would've been given a job with his eldest brother, out of the goodness of his heart of course, due to him being an invalid at just about anything useful. Or worse he'd shame them all by following a muggle profession such as a show performer which would be just as good since that would mean his inheritance would go to his nephews who would surely never embarrass them like that. Hilariously, in terms of marriage he'd already usurped his older brothers considering how prominent the Yaxley name was in their circle. And despite his how plebeian in nature his goods were, he was already negotiating trial contracts with well-known businesses.
But none of that, absolutely none of it was important because today he did the one thing he'd wanted to (dreamed of even) since he was roughly fourteen years old. He had heard often in romantic movies and plays this line of how being with their significant other made them a better person and while he could see that, he disagreed to some point. Being with Tiernan didn't just make him a better person, she gave him an inner strength and fire he'd never attempted to tap into beforehand. Some days Alby truly felt like Julie Andrews and on those days he felt his luckiest. Today being the obvious exception because he was far pass Julie Andrews, he was more around Sarah Bernhardt with a spattering of Maggie Smith. He was pretty sure he'd been having an actual out of body experience since he'd woken up that morning. Not having his brothers stand beside him at the ceremony had been more relieving than it probably should have been, especially when he had his very mild freak out. Very mild.
The ceremony had gone off without fuss (there might've been but he wouldn't have noticed anyway because Gods Above Tiernan looked radiant) and Alby was now enjoying the fruits of their labor watching friends and family intermingle. He felt his hand being squeezed and he responded with one in reflex looking over at his wife having been keeping an eye on his father who had miraculously seen his wedding day. Hopefully that same luck held up until they went back to their home because he'd rather not have his day tainted by the man collapsing on a patch of his wife's flowers. Alby snickered as Tiernan joked that neither of their families had objected during their union, which he had been pleasantly surprised about but not too much since he assumed neither wanted to be the one to "make a spectacle." "Really? I was counting the fact that the officiant had still continued with the wedding after Byron made his surprise entrance." Alby joked bringing their joined hands to his lips for a soft kiss. It'd taken awhile but he'd gotten used to the presences of Byron and Emily and he would like to believe that they also felt the same towards him.
Baby, I know I’m not ashamed
Just need you and I could care less
If everyone knows that I’m your fool
Girl there’s nothing I won’t do
Just to make you love me, love me, love me
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