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Post by The Outlaw on Apr 2, 2013 16:27:46 GMT -5
...Rolling his head back on his shoulders from the left to the right The Outlaw pops his neck and reaches both arms behind his head stretching, involuntarily flexing showing off his massive and built frame, all before stepping of the black custom bike and letting his scuffed and worn cowboy boots find the all to familiar pavement that paves its way into the arena.
As he makes his way to the double glass doors they burst open and out runs Niko Cade with a mic in hand and her brother in tow...
"Silly girl, she should remember I don't do interviews."...He mutters to himself as she closes the gap between them with haste. But without hesitation she stops in front of the REW Hall of Famer.....
[Niko] "Aaron, first of all let me tell you how good it is to see you turn up back here in REW, you have been sorely missed! Do you mind if I ask you a question?"
A sly smirk twists on Holidays lips and he parts them quickly with his silver tongue...
[Holiday] "You just did. But I suppose I'll allow you one question so long as it's not where have I been or why did I leave."
She pauses to collect her thoughts and the pulls her mic to her lips...
[Niko] "Then I suppose the only question that remains is, why are you back?"
Holiday looks down as the pavement beneath his feet and then quickly into the eyes of Niko Cade with an intensity not seen by any man or woman in REW for some time, a look of hunger, a look of passion, and a fire raging deep down inside....
[Holiday] "That is indeed THE Million Dollar question."
And with that he nods his head and makes his way past the reporter as she shouts behind him...
[Niko] "You said I could ask one question!"
(Shouting Back)
[Holiday] "And so you did, I never agreed to answer it!"
Holiday passes through the doors and fades out of sight leaving Niko behind and the same question in every ones mind, just why has The Outlaw returned and who or what is on his agenda?
TBC
OOC: Only have short spurts to work on RP, and I'm a little bit behind on the "Times", but for anyone who would like to interact feel free to plug yourself in at any time.
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Post by The Messenjah on Apr 3, 2013 23:23:20 GMT -5
The screen opens and Aaron is walking through the doors as Aaron looks up I'm right there standing in front of him.
Me: Aaron I have seen you around here talking the ish ese.. I saw the little notes you left me on my desk talking about my step-sister. What is your problem? What makes you think I wrestle? Well you see I am here to bring this company back up to it's feet and try to make it work here. I'm not here to play games Mr. Holiday..
I stare at Aaron waiting on what he is going to say..
OOC: Sorry it's short I'm just now getting back into rping again so bare with me. lol...
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Post by K.C. James on Apr 4, 2013 18:11:51 GMT -5
And so it happens..
Just as the stare down intensifies, the messenger's (OCD habit prevents me from misspelling) head almost cuts clear off his neck as a superkick cracks off his cheek sending his frail frame crashing through a table against the wall.
He doesn't bother sparing the administrator a glance as he stands before the visitor. A smile creeps across his face as he tips his cowboy hat towards The Outlaw.
[K.C. James]
"I believe we have some old history, can't quite tell for sure, you're looking older than I remember. I was gonna suggest we meet in the ring, but I'd be afraid to displace your hip[/i][/color]."
Holiday chuckles at the quip. God only knows where K.C. James has been, but apparently he's been in the building this entire time. Aaron goes for a swing just to see if K.C. flinches, but he seems unmoved by the gesture. Having enough of childish games, The Texas Tyrant pivots on his feet and heads for the guerilla position yelling over his shoulder as he travels.
[K.C. James]
"Get your walker, I'll be in the ring grandpa[/i]."
And with that The Tyrant disappears into the shadows of the hallway.
[OOC:: Not really sorry it's short. One's not worth my time and the other has little time to work with.][/font][/color]
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Post by johnmwhite on Apr 11, 2013 20:07:17 GMT -5
--And since John Michael White and Aaron Holiday got bored playing grabass in the dark in an alternative universe where the rules of causality actually followed chronological order, so it came to pass that suddenly, a wild lawyer appeared, and gave everyone in the room the Sung Ho Stunner. True, the Texas Tyrant had transcribed his exit from said room in the post previous, but like a THQ wrestling game, he was warped back into the vicinity of the assault and nailed with it regardless. Holiday is down, James is down, and Messinjah is down. Trash is down too, despite not appearing in this thread previously, because why the hell not? Maybe if everybody stays in the same place for long enough, some actual wrestling will happen. Or maybe they can all just say mean things about Messinjah, who looks suspiciously like his sister, which is weird when you consider that being brother and sister they should look pretty damn similar because of genetics, but be that as it may, somebody's got to do or say something to start the ball rolling. And speaking of balls...-- John Michael White: I think I'm going to invite your sister to the ball, Mr. Messenger. And, not to be crude, but when we're done I think I shall nail her like a Jew to a bit of wood on Good Friday Niko Cade: What ball? --Yes, suddenly a wild Niko Cade appeared. And yes I used that meme already but this is a stream of consciousness post that I am slapping together with the minimum amount of effort, so you're lucky I came up with any ideas at all.-- John Michael White: The ball to end all balls, the great dance at the end of the universe. Niko Cade: Isn't there a restaurant at the end of the universe? John Michael White: Yes, and it has a dance floor. Anyway, with North Korea sticking its giant weiner missiles up in the air, the Iron Lady's cold heart finally shutting down, and America's Congress actually voting to consider voting on something, the end may be nigh. So let's have one last party. Icy, I hope you'll be my date. Everybody else pick a partner, and I'll see you Monday at the Hammerstein ballroom. --So what will happen on Monday? Will anybody pick a partner? Will anybody respond to the lawyer beating them all up? Will anybody even notice this message? Time will tell... because time is a damn snitch.-- TBC by ? |
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Post by Trash on Apr 12, 2013 10:31:05 GMT -5
Where did John learn these new moves of his?
Dat Sung Ho stunner, busting people's necks and sending saliva flying out of Real Extreme Wrestling legends. With a bad leg none the less.
With the entire REW roster laid out, John proudly issues his challenge and walks away into the darkness. Where he suddenly is attacked by ghosts.
Ghosts of REW past.
The first ghost is the ghost of competition, which materializes itself in the shape of Posh.
John M White : Good golly miss Molly!
John promtly runs away in his strange fear when he smacks straight into the ethereal form of none other than REW mega legend... DRAVEN DEMONAS!
Before John could say anything, the ghost of Draven Demonas flies INTO him and possesses the lawyer!
John suddenly starts laughing for no reason.
JMW : BWAHAHAHA! I WILL BURN REW WITH FIRES OF HELL !!!
Perhaps it was better to be a dog.
TBC by ? ? ?
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