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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2016 18:05:59 GMT -5
Señor Consorcio Inactivo walks up to the office door of whoever runs this place and knocks on it repeatedly. |
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Post by Gʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Mar 31, 2016 18:08:54 GMT -5
Preston Trump arrives at the arena and begins looking around at the new fangled technology around him. Preston Trump: Something's fucky. Jackson Underwood and his entourage of followers and women came walking by as Jackson spotted Preston in confusion. Jackson Underwood: "What in the hell are you supposed to be?" |
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Post by Gʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Mar 31, 2016 18:10:27 GMT -5
Señor Consorcio Inactivo walks up to the office door of whoever runs this place and knocks on it repeatedly. The owner of ECWW had been hidden as he sat in his chair listening to the knocks. He then ushered his security to go handle matters as he headed outside the room. Security Guard: "The owner is not seeing anybody at this current time. Please leave and try again at a later time." |
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Post by Joey on Mar 31, 2016 18:15:01 GMT -5
Preston Trump arrives at the arena and begins looking around at the new fangled technology around him.Preston Trump: Something's fucky. Jackson Underwood and his entourage of followers and women came walking by as Jackson spotted Preston in confusion. Jackson Underwood: "What in the hell are you supposed to be?"
Preston Trump: And just who the fuck do you think you are? I'll fuckin' unload one on ya right now! Preston lifts his arm up in the air and makes a fist. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2016 18:16:06 GMT -5
Señor Consorcio Inactivo walks up to the office door of whoever runs this place and knocks on it repeatedly. The owner of ECWW had been hidden as he sat in his chair listening to the knocks. He then ushered his security to go handle matters as he headed outside the room. Security Guard: "The owner is not seeing anybody at this current time. Please leave and try again at a later time." Señor Consorcio Inactivo stares at the security guard in confusion.
"Do you know who I am? I'm .... I'm .... I've .."
He scratches his chin.
"... Clearly forgotten the bullshit name I gave myself. But rest assured I'm a big deal! And I have important issues to discuss in there with ..."
He pulls out a coin and flips it. It lands on tails.
"Trenton York! So tell him to let me inside or I'll have Tyrant fuck his gerbil!" |
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Post by Dashing Olivia™ on Mar 31, 2016 18:16:35 GMT -5
"Hmm I see.."
She says as she thinks it over momentarily, although she'd rather like to keep to herself and do her own thing there's never anything wrong with giving people a little extra help, especially new people.
"Never heard of him but I suppose I could help him around, give him a few tips and such."
She says, helping someone around might not be such a bad idea. Barry Briscoe extends his hand for another shake. THE HAWK "Thank you sooooo much! Honestly, you're doing him a huge favor. He's not in just yet, but he should be arriving sometime this weekend." Slightly surprised with the reaction he gave, Sapphire smiles and shakes his hand again.
"Oh you're more than welcome, I'm glad to help."
She says with a smile. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2016 18:18:59 GMT -5
Barry Briscoe extends his hand for another shake. THE HAWK "Thank you sooooo much! Honestly, you're doing him a huge favor. He's not in just yet, but he should be arriving sometime this weekend." Slightly surprised with the reaction he gave, Sapphire smiles and shakes his hand again.
"Oh you're more than welcome, I'm glad to help."
She says with a smile. "And if there's anything you ever need..." Barry Briscoe pulls his hand back to pick a business card out of the inside pocket of his jacket and hands it out to Sapphire. THE HAWK "There's all the contact information you'd possibly need. I'm currently managing Martin Butler and will be at ringside for his bouts, but I wouldn't mind pulling double duty and go to ringside for you as well. Anything you'd ever need would be the least I could do." |
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Post by Gʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Mar 31, 2016 18:23:52 GMT -5
Jackson Underwood and his entourage of followers and women came walking by as Jackson spotted Preston in confusion. Jackson Underwood: "What in the hell are you supposed to be?"
Preston Trump: And just who the fuck do you think you are? I'll fuckin' unload one on ya right now! Preston lifts his arm up in the air and makes a fist.Underwood's entire entourage began to laugh along with Jackson at this dude in front of him.
Jackson Underwood: "Unload one on me? And what is that supposed to do to me? OH OH OH! You thought you'd actually hurt me? [The entourage began to laugh again.] Dude, even if you could hurt me... you couldn't reach me. I'm un-fucking-touchable!"
Jackson snapped his fingers and the two biggest guys in his group stepped in front of Jackson as a big smirk came across Jackson face as he winked at Preston to get under his skin.
Jackson Underwood: "Fucking try me dude." |
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Post by Dashing Olivia™ on Mar 31, 2016 18:25:51 GMT -5
Slightly surprised with the reaction he gave, Sapphire smiles and shakes his hand again.
"Oh you're more than welcome, I'm glad to help."
She says with a smile. "And if there's anything you ever need..." Barry Briscoe pulls his hand back to pick a business card out of the inside pocket of his jacket and hands it out to Sapphire. THE HAWK "There's all the contact information you'd possibly need. I'm currently managing Martin Butler and will be at ringside for his bouts, but I wouldn't mind pulling double duty and go to ringside for you as well. Anything you'd ever need would be the least I could do." Sapphire takes the card and reads it over briefly.
"Oh neat, and that's fine, I personally prefer going the solo route so I'm alright where I am now, but if I ever need anything I'll be sure to give you a call."
She says nicely, although he seemed like an alright fellow she had uneasy feeling about him in the back of her mind. |
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Post by --------- on Mar 31, 2016 18:26:55 GMT -5
 (A black 2016 Cadillac CTS pulls up to the arena with blacked out windows and a custom New York license plate that says 'RUTHLESS'. Nearby paparazzi begin to flood the metal gates that keep the fans from crowding their favorite wrestlers. The car sits there for a second before a crew member runs out to the car and stands there. The doors open up and out from the driver's seat is Devin Smith in a blacked out suit, shades and a black fedora. Out from the other door, Rose Hill steps out in a tight black leather dress. Devin hands the keys to crew member.) Devin Smith
"Nice, valet parking. You scratch my car and I'll rip your dick off."(Devin and Rose enter the arena and just kind of wander around for a bit.) Brody Katz is stretching outside the gym door before going inside, when he sees Devin Smith come around the corner and catches a glimpse of Rose Hill also, but tries to remain focused, stretching out his legs in the hall. Devin Smith
(Devin and Rose begin to walk past Brody when Devin notices Brody's glance. Devin immediately turns around and walks towards Brody.)
"What were you looking at?" |
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Post by Gʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Mar 31, 2016 18:27:22 GMT -5
The owner of ECWW had been hidden as he sat in his chair listening to the knocks. He then ushered his security to go handle matters as he headed outside the room. Security Guard: "The owner is not seeing anybody at this current time. Please leave and try again at a later time." Señor Consorcio Inactivo stares at the security guard in confusion.
"Do you know who I am? I'm .... I'm .... I've .."
He scratches his chin.
"... Clearly forgotten the bullshit name I gave myself. But rest assured I'm a big deal! And I have important issues to discuss in there with ..."
He pulls out a coin and flips it. It lands on tails.
"Trenton York! So tell him to let me inside or I'll have Tyrant fuck his gerbil!" The security guard shook his head at the masked mans answer. Security Guard: "Nope, Trenton York is not the owner. I am going to have to ask you to please leave now." |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2016 18:29:12 GMT -5
THE HAWK "And if there's anything you ever need..." Barry Briscoe pulls his hand back to pick a business card out of the inside pocket of his jacket and hands it out to Sapphire. THE HAWK "There's all the contact information you'd possibly need. I'm currently managing Martin Butler and will be at ringside for his bouts, but I wouldn't mind pulling double duty and go to ringside for you as well. Anything you'd ever need would be the least I could do." Sapphire takes the card and reads it over briefly.
"Oh neat, and that's fine, I personally prefer going the solo route so I'm alright where I am now, but if I ever need anything I'll be sure to give you a call."
She says nicely, although he seemed like an alright fellow she had uneasy feeling about him in the back of her mind. Barry Briscoe nods at Sapphire with a tiny smile, though he's had his shades on throughout the entire conversation. THE HAWK "Well Miss Sapphire, I must be going. You have a pleasant day, and I'm sure we'll be seeing each other often. I'm putting a lot of hours in for Mister Butler, so you have a great day. Until next time!" Barry Briscoe then turns around and walks the opposite direction while he pulls out his phone and begins dialing a number before putting the phone to his ear, and he turns the corner just as the man answers. |
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Post by NXT is Almas <3 on Mar 31, 2016 18:29:34 GMT -5
The third and final Harry Jackson vignette airs  A handheld camcorder starts up and Harry Jackson holds it up, smirking evilly into the lens. He then places down at the end of the table. After some deliberation, Jackson runs his hands up his face and slicks his hair back again. Then, he rests his elbows on the table and looks vacantly to the right hand side of the screen "My birth parents. I could never find out the truth. It was all tight lipped secrets from every angle. My foster parents didn't care for me as I mentioned before but at least had the decency to let me try and track down my real parents by giving me my birth certificate. There was no father's name on the certificate so I'm a bastard by definition but more on that later. I tracked down my mother and it lead me to a headstone. Surprise surprise, she was a junkie. They found her with a needle in her arm. But I don't care. I've never needed anyone. I've never had friends, I've never been close to anyone. That's not going to change either. I don't do relationships of any kind. I won't be an experiment for a woman with low self esteem to sink her claws into because the only way she will feel any importance in life if she can prove to herself and others that she needs to change me for her own benefit. I'm not that guy. I wouldn't struggle to make friends, but I don't want to. As I've already stated, I hate people. They physically repulse me" The footage on the camcorder jumps. The camera is still placed on the same spot that Harry put it down but at least an hour has past. Harry is about half way through a cigarette by this time and has a coffee in front of him "Bertrand Russell once said the megalomaniac differs from the narcissist by the fact that he wishes to be powerful rather than charming, and seeks to be feared rather than loved. I don't want to be feared. I will be feared" Harry sits up and just looks into the lens before the camera stops. The screen reads 'End of Recording' The screen changes to the live arena and the first thing that can be heard is the first few guitar chords of 'Sitting on top of the world' The lighting in the arena dims slightly. Out from behind the curtain walks Harry Jackson. He is dressed in dark blue denim jeans and a grey checkered shirt underneath a leather vest jacket. There isn't an out poor of emotion towards him but those familiar with the previous two vignettes are mixed between boos and jeers along with a few small groups of fans applauding him. A camera man is stood in the center of the ramp between the ring and the titantron and Harry slowly glides towards him looking directly into the camera. He gets his face right into the lens and doesn't say a word, just gazing away  A short walk down the ramp and there is a fan who is trying to get on camera while Harry nears the ring. Turning his head and noticing, Harry walks up to the fan and stares at him with only the faintest of grins. He doesn't break face, just looking straight at him as the fan can heard shouting 'what is your problem? what have I done' Harry just gives the fan a look of disgust and and rolls under the bottom rope. Before he gets to his feet, he just looks around the front row with disapproval. Finally Harry get's up and looks around him. He gently closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he opens them again, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a microphone. He raises the microphone up and opens his mouth ready to talk but hesitates and stops. He closes his mouth and lowers his mic with a look of satisfaction on his face. He places the microphone back in his pocket and climbs out of the ring. The fans immediately begin to boo. Harry stands at the foot of the ramp looking towards the titantron. He closes his eyes and opens out his arms. After standing still like this for a few seconds, Harry begins to walk up the ramp towards the back as his theme song plays again. This once again draws a furious reaction from the fans until he is out of sat and back behind the curtain OT - Three solid vignettes, Check
Work on decent gimmick, check
Give fans a reason to actually boo him rather than assuming they will anyway, Check
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Post by Joey on Mar 31, 2016 18:30:40 GMT -5
Preston Trump looks at Jackson Underwood with a strange look on his face.
Preston Trump: And just who the fuck do you think you are? I'll fuckin' unload one on ya right now! Preston lifts his arm up in the air and makes a fist. Underwood's entire entourage began to laugh along with Jackson at this dude in front of him.
Jackson Underwood: "Unload one on me? And what is that supposed to do to me? OH OH OH! You thought you'd actually hurt me? [The entourage began to laugh again.] Dude, even if you could hurt me... you couldn't reach me. I'm un-fucking-touchable!"
Jackson snapped his fingers and the two biggest guys in his group stepped in front of Jackson as a big smirk came across Jackson face as he winked at Preston to get under his skin.
Jackson Underwood: "Fucking try me dude." This is FUCKED. Preston looks around at nobody in particular.Preston Trump: Look at this little cocksucker right here, actin' tough! Preston chuckles.Preston Trump: Today's bitch boy moment is brought to you by the letter F, for FUCKED IN THE HEAD which is what you are! Preston cocks his fist again. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2016 18:30:59 GMT -5
Brody Katz is stretching outside the gym door before going inside, when he sees Devin Smith come around the corner and catches a glimpse of Rose Hill also, but tries to remain focused, stretching out his legs in the hall. Devin Smith
(Devin and Rose begin to walk past Brody when Devin notices Brody's glance. Devin immediately turns around and walks towards Brody.)
"What were you looking at?" "Um..." Brody Katz gets back to a vertical base, putting his legs back closer together as he takes a deep breath and recognizes who just spoke to him. BRODY KATZ "Devin Smith? Is that you?" |
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