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Post by Zhafaria Rouge on Jul 26, 2011 16:01:39 GMT -5
Everyone was in their rooms when they got a knock on the door. One by one, they were handed a letter addressed "The Inauguration - Brackets". When opened, depending on who you were it was different. Was just a flyer showing you who you were facing in the first round, nothing too fancy.   *OOC: Reactions to this would obviously be in your Apartments, unless you're leaving and grab the letter or something*. |
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Post by shiggles on Jul 26, 2011 20:20:12 GMT -5
Shiggles forgot he placed his letter in his back pocket as the knock at his door came at same time he was leaving to get to the arena later that evening ..he then reads this letter and then goes to his stereo..and Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus happens to be on
So I put my hands up...They're playing my song..And the butterflys fly away..Noddin' my head like yeah....Moving my hips like yeah..Palying with my goatee like yeah...And I got my hands up...They're playin my song...I know I'm gonna be ok ...Yeah, It's a party in the SCW...Yeah, Shiggy's gonna win this tourney yeah
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Post by Lessien Melwasul on Jul 26, 2011 20:38:30 GMT -5
~The door was open, she claimed no ownersip of it as the sensitive eyes of Lessien scanned the delivered pages for recognition. Alice scanned between the lines. Nobody found anything that triggered a single memory.~
"New, young and fresh as the days I forget."
~Alice sang the sad songs of yesterday. Then Betty, of course, cut in.~
"Oh sweet, Alice. You were on that island too long. You've forgotten the basic rule.
Nobody
forgets us when we are through."
~This made Alice feel much better.~
"The road never ends."
~This was more than an invitation to a tournament. This was an invitation for Lessien to come in and make herself at home.~
"Time to make things clear, Alice."
~Very clear indeed.~
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Lilith
Casual
SCW Manager
[A1i:8]
Posts: 122
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Post by Lilith on Jul 26, 2011 20:59:26 GMT -5
Indeed, someone missed the memo. It seems one of the various useless stagehands of SCW, had posted a... hah, memo. Get it? Yeeeah. Posted a memo to Lilith's suite-door. Now, that didn't bother Lilith. The sonovabitch knocking and informing her of it, THAT bothered Lilith. By the time she had risen from her slumber, and stretched her body out. The mail-boy had left. Hip-shorts and a tank-top were Lilith's friends, clinging to her body like they hadn't seen her in years, as she made the walk to her door, and opened it. She pulls the note from it's surface and looks at it in a half-sleep deprived state.
Mmmm...
Lilith runs her free hand through her hair, her fingers dangling through groups of strands as her eyes, just starting to wake, filter the information. She'd noticed some names she recognized. Like, Scott. Ahhhhh Scott. Maniac. The Syndicate. Ahhhh.... that would be a problem soon enough, of that, she was almost sure. J. Bruiser. Bruiser... Bruiser... Lilith thinks hard, which is a task she should be awarded a fucking medal with considering her sleepy state. It hits her, and as it does, she laughs.
All Hail The Fro... hahahaha.... ahhhhh...
I hate that guy.
Now that name, can't be right. It must be a typo. She looked down at the World Title Brackets. And it hits her. 'Jacob Cruise'. Ohhhhh you sumbitch. You better be kidding. Lilith twitches. Legitimately, twitches, for a moment. Cruise. Cruise. Motherfuckin' 'Cruuuuuuuuuuuise'. Clearly, A.A. had not worked, if he was in a wrestling; No. If he was in ANY wrestling company. Maybe a Christian Twelve Step group would work better?
Lilith would look into it.
Hmmmm.... Mikki?
Her eyes drift down to the 'HellCats' division. Which by it's very NAME, INFURIATES Lilith. As if she didn't have ENOUGH bad blood with fuckin' 'Hayley J.' God, damn, you, Jonas. But her eyes catch wind. Mikki? As in, Mikki Wilson? There was a 'W' behind it, it could be. Mikki Mikki. Oh yes. Yes, Lilith remembers.
Lilith remembers it ALL.
She passes by that, her mind trying to collect itself, and then... 'it' happens. Her gaze catches the name, 'Lessien M'. Lessien, 'Lover' Melwasul. There were many people Lilith had been enemies with over the course of her career. Some would say this is because Lilith is 'Lilith'. Lilith prefers to think of it as;
'Everyone else, -isn't-.'
Lessien... Ohhhh my pretty pretty Antique Doll Lessien...
Lilith runs her fingers slowly, gingerly, over the paper within their grasp. Her fingernails tracing along the name...
Before shredding the notice like confetti at a terminally ill child's 'birthday'.
Slowly, she flips her hair back, and looks up and down the hall. This would be a new venture for her, she hadn't had a role of a 'manager' in years. And even then it was more of a gag-job for specific people, in short periods of time. This, this time she would...
Make things, happen.
Lilith smiles to herself before smoothing her tank-top out, she slowly re-enters her suite. Locking the door behind her. |
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Adrian Taylor
HellHounds
~The Fallen Angel~
Plan.Plot.Strategize.And Bomb First[A1i:9][Xb0:Murdacalypse]
Posts: 131
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Post by Adrian Taylor on Jul 26, 2011 22:09:09 GMT -5
~Within the confines of Suite 187, Adrian sat in complete silence and solitude. He lifted a hand wrapped marijuana joint up to his lips and took a nice, loooong, and slow drag from it. Taking a moment to enjoy it. A little something he managed to have sent from home and delivered to his suite. Nothing like the homegrown product. Pure stuff too. None of that crap where people mix junk in it or lace it with shit or do something special to it. Nah. This was one hundred percent pure marijuana. Grown from the Earth and finding it's way in Adrian's hands. He paused for a moment, looking up at the ceiling before exhaling a plume of smoke above his head. He needed this. Something to calm his nerve. That was, until, someone decided to knock at his door for some odd reason. ~
"For fuck's sake..."
~Adrian didn't have anyone coming over. He didn't ask for anything to be brought to his suite. Who could that be knocking on his door? He just let a sigh escape him before setting his joint down on his ashtray. Then he pushed himself from his chair and walked over to his door. Opening it, he received the announcement from the delivery guy about some Inauguration - Brackets or some shit. He took a moment to look it over with his eyes.~
"Ugh. I'm going to have to kill a son-of-a-bitch..."
~One fatal flaw on this memo was that it lacked... Well... It needed more... Fuck it. He wasn't included in the brackets and that was downright insulting to say the least. Considering he was the biggest thing this company had going for it right now, and they just thank him by not including him in the tournament to decide who shall reign supreme? And people wonder why Adrian just up and stopped giving a fuck about this business. He decided to look over the female brackets, just out of curiosity.~
"Hmm... Mikki Wilson... Don't know... Don't know... Don't know... Oh? Isn't this interesting... Looks like Lessien is in town... I may have to look her up... Other than that...? This fuckin' memo is completely useless and means nothing to me... So..."
~He took the memo in both of his hands. Proceeded to rip it up into several tiny pieces before tossing it into the hallway like some kind of Goddamn confetti. He closed the door behind him. Locked it. And returned to his recreational activity before he was soooooo rudely interrupted..~
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Post by Jacob "Mutherfuggin" Cruise on Jul 27, 2011 13:32:55 GMT -5
Beer is good. Beer is good. Beer is good.
... and Stuff
Beer is good. Beer is good. Beer is good.
let's go drink some BEER!!!
Cruise touches the screen of his new Iphone 4 from Verizon, answering the incoming call. It was kind of sad to think he still had the same ringtone from like six years ago. I guess great things tend to stay great though, Cruise proved that in his match last week.
"Hey Cam ole' buddy. Its about damn time you call me back. Hey, hey....I got a quick question for ya'. What does....I-N-A-U-G-U-R-A-T-I-O-N spell? What? Inauguration? What the hell does that mean? Oh...oh really? Well thats cool I guess. Drunk? Me? This early in the morning? Ok....yeah....just a little bit. But hey, that was all I was needing so I'll talk at ya later. Pornos? No...no I did not take your porn. Cam....Cam...I have my own....I have my own porn....Why would I steal yours...Cam...your not listening....Cam...Whatever."
*Click* Cruise didn't feel like arguing with Cam right now so it was easier just to hang up on him. Of course, Cruise did take Cam's porn....But he would never admit it. I mean damn, Cam had a large enough collection as it is. Cruise taking a few magazines and a few nude pics of Cam's wife Mimi shouldn't have even made a dent in his collection.
"So they're crowning a champion and I'm in the tournament. Atleast they know talent when they see it. To bad I'm fighting Matthias again. That guy was a loser the first go around...Fighting him again is almost punishment. Oh well....Better chance for me to progress I guess...." |
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ReD
HellCats
[A1i:2]
Posts: 65
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Post by ReD on Jul 27, 2011 14:18:02 GMT -5
ReD is sleeping when the knock on the door comes, she slowly rolls out of her bed. She yewns as she moves to the door. When she opens it, a man hands her a note. She looks at the paper then turns around a closes the door. Doesn't even look at the male side of things, moves right to the hellcats.
So, I'll be facing that girl again.. This time, not Sara Stone fool in it. Yes, this should be fun....
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Kenji Katana
HellHounds
The Red Dragon
Slaughterhouse Dragon[A1i:9]
Posts: 48
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Post by Kenji Katana on Jul 27, 2011 14:28:46 GMT -5
Bitch I'm about to blow up....It's funny how songs describe your mood don't they? After his embarrassment at Anthrax 1, one could imagine the time of mood Kenji was in. He had half a mind to go find which suite Adrian was in, and light it on fire. No Kenji, no homocides, this time is different. *sigh*. Course, then somebody knocking on his door had to make his mood worse.
What the fuck is it?
A letter was slid under the door. Kenji ran up to the door and damn near broke it off pulling it open, determined to kick some ass, but by the time he got there whoever gave him the letter disappeared. Might as well open the damn thing, see what the hell was going on. Opening it, he lets the flyer slide to the floor as he reads the letter.
Title tournament? What the fuck? What brackets?
He picks up the brackets list and sees one thing intially.... his name? Wasn't on it. Rage time. Broken shit. Angry people. Yea, that was all gonna come soon. Looking at the names on the list, he was confused. Shiggles? What the fuck did his parents smoke? Darkman X? Sounded like a reject superhero. Scott Manor? Name rung a bell. Kenji had heard the guy was an asshole, and last weeks show didn't really do too much changing of his mind. I mean, superhero man wasn't exactly too nice, but still.....
FUCK!
Kenji picked up a chair and threw it out of the window. He heard it crash below, and car alarms started going off. *Sigh* this was gonna be a long season.
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SWIFT
HellCats
[A1i:1]
Posts: 19
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Post by SWIFT on Jul 27, 2011 16:45:11 GMT -5
Bitch I'm about to blow up....It's funny how songs describe your mood don't they? After his embarrassment at Anthrax 1, one could imagine the time of mood Kenji was in. He had half a mind to go find which suite Adrian was in, and light it on fire. No Kenji, no homocides, this time is different. *sigh*. Course, then somebody knocking on his door had to make his mood worse.
What the fuck is it?
A letter was slid under the door. Kenji ran up to the door and damn near broke it off pulling it open, determined to kick some ass, but by the time he got there whoever gave him the letter disappeared. Might as well open the damn thing, see what the hell was going on. Opening it, he lets the flyer slide to the floor as he reads the letter.
Title tournament? What the fuck? What brackets?
He picks up the brackets list and sees one thing intially.... his name? Wasn't on it. Rage time. Broken shit. Angry people. Yea, that was all gonna come soon. Looking at the names on the list, he was confused. Shiggles? What the fuck did his parents smoke? Darkman X? Sounded like a reject superhero. Scott Manor? Name rung a bell. Kenji had heard the guy was an asshole, and last weeks show didn't really do too much changing of his mind. I mean, superhero man wasn't exactly too nice, but still.....
FUCK!
Kenji picked up a chair and threw it out of the window. He heard it crash below, and car alarms started going off. *Sigh* this was gonna be a long season. Swift shouts out loud as a chair flies through the windshield of the rented car that she has just parked in front of the apartment complex. She let out a few very un-hero like curses in her native language that would make most hardcore swearing people get red cheeks and turn around hiding cause of the strong verbal meaning of these words. She presses the nails of her fingers against the palm of her hand while she breathes in and out slowly to calm herself down. “Swift calm stay … calm stay.”She whispers and then out of nowhere she grabs the silly chair and throws it back through the window it flies out and a loud bong can be heard as she obviously has hit somebody with the chair. But the Japanese Hero was not done yet as she grabs the car suddenly and lift it up, showing her superior superhuman strength that every superhero has. A smirk crosses her lips as the car takes off and crashes through the window … a loud explosion can be heard …
BANGGGGGGG!!!!!… As the car explodes and the person who has destroyed Swift’s windshield got killed in the explosion that the care causes. With a satisfied smile on her face she claps against her hands and poses quickly for a few pictures. At least that is what she thinks about while she tries to calm herself down. After she was successful with it she reaches for mobile phone to take a few pictures of the car, the window and the chair to make sure that the police have less work to do … she let out a sad sigh … “Wish Swift villain was on of that days … well police call she must now.” |
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Post by Matthias Marlfox on Jul 27, 2011 17:46:39 GMT -5
Matthias was resting in his room, holding his jaw after that superkick from Cruise.
"Frick, wasn't expecting that from a drunk. They shouldn't have that kind of coordination."
He heard of knock at the door. Grunting and groaning, he got up and received a memo. He looked at it, seeing it was the tournament brackets. And his opponent, Cruise.
"Dammit. Gotta face him again, and after how our match went the first time he's probably expecting an easy win................ screw it I gotta train some more."
So he grabbed his workout clothes from his bag, changed into them and headed off to the gym.
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Joe Bruiser
HellHounds
SCW World Champion
[A1i:8]
Posts: 17
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Post by Joe Bruiser on Jul 27, 2011 20:52:19 GMT -5
* I got my first real six string. Bought it at the five n dime. Played it til my fingers bled. Was the summer of 69.*
KNOCK KNOCK
Music is shut off. Joe is now seen stretching against the wall.
[glow=blue,2,300]YES?[/glow]
Message for Mr. Bruiser.
Joe stops stretching and swings his arm a bit before opening the door.
[glow=blue,2,300]Hi how are you?[/glow]
Letter for you man.
[glow=blue,2,300]Thanks Bro![/glow]
Joe shuts the door and takes a seat on his couch and opens the letter.
[glow=blue,2,300]HAIL TO THE FRO I HAVE BEEN PICKED FOR A WORLD TITLE TOURNAMENT! This causes for celebration. [/glow]
Joe gets up and drops the letter. He walks over to his bag and opens it and grabs a half liter of Gentlemen Jack Daniels out. He grabs a glass and pours a drink.
[glow=blue,2,300]CHEERS![/glow]
Joe chugs it down and...
[glow=blue,2,300]WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!![/glow]
Joe leaves his locker room.
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Post by Aaren Lebeau on Jul 28, 2011 16:10:21 GMT -5
-After receiving the letter from the very delicious looking delivery boy, Aaren opens the envelope as he slowly walks back his couch. Tossing the envelope to the side, he sits back down on his couch. Glancing over the letter, he slowly runs his hand through his short 'emo-ish' hair. Satisfied with the letter, he sets it aside and grabs the brackets. Instantly his eyes were drawn to the  , that really confused him.- " Hmmm so am I facing a mystery opponent or do they even have have an opponent lined up for me? Oh well... "-Tossing the bracket to the side, he leans back into his couch and tries to get back into TV show.- |
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