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xx Re: X-WCW Trash-talking thread part 4
« Reply #60 on: Oct 10th, 2006, 8:51pm »

The Scene is a Dark match.The Lights show a Man who seems to get alot of the Fans attention.he walks to the ring,greeting the Fans along the way.This man is about 5'7,short dirty blonde hair,and a cocky smile.Along with his white tights with the red lighting bolt doing down each side..he enters the Ring and runs to a Turnbuckle.he Poses on each turnbuckle unill his music cuts off.The Crowd Chants 'Bring Him out!' in sure confidance in there Home-town Man,Jacob Bane.The Crowd is silent,not knowing the Opponent of there Home Town-Hero.Jacob looks annoyed and laughs.The Lights cut off.The Sudden sound of a Bell is heard.Jacob,looking like he had seen some sort of ghost,quickly Starts to freak, as the Dark Lotus's Headache Plays.The Arena Fills with a Dark Purple light and a Thick Fog.The Smoke is thicker on the path down to the ring,as a Man Walks out.The crowd is almost in shock, as a Very Demonic-Looking Seith Helloct Stares down there Home-Town Hero.Jacob,who is Currently wigging out at the sight of his opponent, starts to shake his head and screams.he trys to Exit,but the out-side of the ring is blocked off by hooded and robed figures.he doesnt Dare to exit the Ring,he just watches This Demon make his Way,Slowly, to the Ring.Seith walks up the Stairs and to the middle of the Ropes.Seith stood on the Aproin,closest to the Entrance, and looks at Jacob.His face is never usally Painted,but he has a sort of Black Ring Around both eyes.He quickly jolts his arms up and the Turnbuckles Spark,as if they there hit by Lightning.the sound of thunder followed Qucikly Behind.the Arenas light turn to normal,as Seith Enters the Ring.Jacob,who is on his butt from the Lightning bolt scare,Inches his back into the ropes as Seith Throws his Coat onto a turnbuckle.The Ref Signals for the Bell.the match does not take long at all.Seith Walks to the Kid,grabs his neck with a Demon-Like grunt.he Raises the pleading Jacob to his feet.Poor Jacob,Shaking his head, Yells
"YOU!...IT WAS YOOOOU!....THE HOUSE!...THE BAT!..YOOOOU!"

Seith Grins at this and nods his head.The Last thing Jacob remembers seeing was the sight of Seiths Eyes, Rolling into the Back of his head,with a sickening grin.Seith Lifts Jacob high into the Air And Slams him down into the Mat.Jacob's Lifeless body just lie there.Shocked Fans just Scream and yell at there hero,Broken.Some kids with "Jacob Says:" shirts,turn away and cry or shake.Seith covers him.

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as Seith gets up.he raises his hands once more.the Arena losses all of its lighting again.When it flickers back on,Everything was gone.Except there Hero.Hanging on a Cross.Tired with Rope.The Cross hangs on a Single Buckle.His Arms and legs are tired to all three points.the cross just spins slowly due to the Air coming in.
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xx Re: X-WCW Trash-talking thread part 4
« Reply #61 on: Oct 11th, 2006, 05:20am »

The scene is a darkened arena. Yes, I'm ripping off the previous post by Seith something awful. A smallish crowd, mostly inbred hicks, are straining at the dangerously feeble-looking safety rails separating them from a plain ring with white ropes and red turnbuckle pads. Their anticipation is clear. Except for one guy in the front who's chewing on a bit of straw and scratching his behatted head.

Hick Man: Now wait just one cotton-pickin' minute here! Ah don't see no steers 'round these parts...oh, lordy, ah gosh darn gone to the wrong part o' town again!

Snarling, the farmer guy - I'm assuming he's a farmer from his behaviour - pulls a bottle of some murky liquid, its label blurred out, from his back pocket and tosses it away.

Hick Man: Dang moonshine - lotta help you were!

The bottle arcs through the air with the incumbent grace of a less-than-aerodynamic bit of glass as the hick walks away. It approaches the ring...and hits the man standing there in the head. He's what we would call a 'hoss'. His name is IMMOBILIZER. This rings a bell somewhere. He's big, doesn't seem too bright, and quick to anger. Especially when glass hits his head. He roars gutturally, slides out of the ring, vaults over the safety railing and makes a beeline for the hick, before Gorilla Pressing the poor man above his head.

Hick Man: What in tarnation - ?!

IMMOBILIZER: AAAAARRRGGH!

With little regard for Health & Safety regulations, IMMOBILIZER plants the hick with a big slam onto the unyielding concrete floor, then jumps on him a few times for good measure before heading back to the ring. The crowd cheers, revealing that all of them have several teeth missing. Even the girls. Ew!

But as IMMOBILIZER stands up on the canvas and does a 'I Gots Big Muscles!!!' sort of taunt, we see that someone else has mysteriously snuck in whilst he was away. Someone with a distinctive helmet, off-coloured skin and a fondness of snug leather. Someone IMMOBILIZER should know that he's fighting. Which he does...I think.

IMMOBILIZER turns around, startled brieflt to see someone so close by. His bravado returns almost instantly, and he points a big Hulk Hogan finger at his opponent.


IMMOBILIZER: AAAAARRRGGH! ur gonna need a WEEL CHAIR! WEEEEEL CHAAAAAIIIR!

The camera shifts, and we get a clearer view of Judge Death, who looks distinctly unimpressed. As you would expect.

JD: You ssound like ssomeone I shhould know, but I cannot put my ffinger on it...

IMMOBILIZER: AAAAARRRGGH! i dont care abut ur fingerz! WEEL CHAIR!

JD: Oh dear.

With another "AAAAARRRGGH!", IMMOBILIZER dashes forward for a big boot or something. As it turns out, he dashes right into the heel of Death's raised palm, and falls on his arse hilariously.

The crowd, regrettably, has no understanding of such sophisticated humour. They jeer and catcall.

Judge Death hasn't yet moved from his starting position. Spluttering, IMMOBILIZER scrambles to his feet, says "AAAAARRRGGH!" again, and charges forward...again. This time he actually gets to do something, and throws a meaty-looking punch.

Judge Death catches the fist with little difficulty and crushes it a bit for good measure. IMMOBILIZER screams "AAAAARRRGGH!". Apparently, that's the only cry he can manage regardless of his mental state. Weird.

Death sneers in a most fiendish fashion, before twisting IMMOBILIZER's arm into a hammerlock - then turning sharply and tossing IMMOBILIZER up, out of the ring, over the crowd...and through the ceiling.

Distantly, we hear a final "AAAAARRRGGH!" before a little twinkle appears in the night sky.

The crowd stares dumbfounded, then buggers off sharpish, babbling about "It's the gawd-dayumed Beast o' Revelation!" and "Little green men from Mars! Hayulp!".

Judge Death looks around at the deserted arena, satisfied.


JD: Now, Jasson, Ssseithh...we can talk in ssolitude. Thhere iss little off importancce to disscusss, but you will doubtlesss wishh to intimidate me withh your wordss nonethhelesss.

Death stares skyward, in something like deference.

JD: Come to me, ssinnersss...

TBC.
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xx Re: X-WCW Trash-talking thread part 4
« Reply #62 on: Oct 11th, 2006, 06:05am »

:Ironman hits the pa and sean comes out:

"it seams that while i may not have been on the card of double shot, i was still effective. if you saw then you know what im talking about. if not. well i'll ruin it for you...

:sean pulls a peice of paper from his pocket:

"it seams as if i am facing four other dudes in a ladder match. with the tv title hanging above the ring. well this will be fun. i have been wrestling for years but a ladder match is a new experiance...but it is an oppertunity to regain the x-wcw belt. which is always good. but there are four other people. which will lead to a very chaotic situation. and i thrive on situations like that."

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xx Re: X-WCW Trash-talking thread part 4
« Reply #63 on: Oct 11th, 2006, 11:22am »

We open to a black field, dotted with the pinpricks of light that are distant stars. The silence is almost hypnotic, but brief, as a crashing instrumental wave soaks us to the bone and the X-WCW logo appears in a bold font. It steadily drifts away into the distance, becoming very faint, as text begins to scroll up from the bottom of the screen...

It has been a dark time in
the e-fed galaxy. Imperial spies,
striking from out of the blue, have
semi-recently crippled several
systems and abducted several mem-
bers of their populations.

Amongst this number was rene-
gade Jedi Knight DE'SI NIDEA, who
famously turned his back on the
more pacifist mannerisms used by
most of his order to help bring a
sense of honesty and light to the
wrestling community.

Now, times have changed again.
With the defeat of the Imperial
Bandwidth Interdictors, a small
rebel force was able to penetrate
their hidden fortress and escape
with the prisoners, who will no
doubt aid in the quest to restore
freedom to the galaxy...


As the text also fades into the distance, the background music changes into a more melancholic state. The camera smoothly pans down...down...and down, and a planet moves into the shot. It is very close, and we can see that its surface is mostly blue, with erratically-shaped patches of green supporting civilisations. White clouds overlap everything, giving it the look of a crystal ball drifting through the cosmos.

The music is briefly smothered by a harsh roar, and a small, one-man spacecraft flits into view, four red pinpricks of light burning brightly at the end of its engine mountings, its wings sealed together for greater speed; an Incom T-65 X-Wing starfighter. And yes, I do know there are more recent models in that line, smartypants, but the T-65 is the one everyone knows, and I'm feeling nostalgic.

We switch to a closer shot of the craft as it is surrounded by orange flame, its sturdy deflector shields saving the pilot from having his skin boiled during this re-entry phase. Due to the cockpit's tinted transparisteel, we can't see who's flying the machine...

Abruptly, and with a spiffy vertical screen-wipe, we switch to the interior of the typical X-WCW arena. As seen above, Sean Byrne has just finished cutting a promo, and is making his way out through the crowd.

We can hear that distinctive roar again. The audience members look around in confusion, not seeing the source - well, of course they wouldn't, there's a ceiling over their head. Which clearly, someone objects to.


VWAPP-VWAPP-VWAPP!

With such a strange sound, a large area of the ceiling is effectively vapourised, causing a few cries of alarm to come from the crowd. Through the gap floats the X-Wing, now relying on repulsors for flight at such a low altitude. Showing practiced ease, the pilot brings the craft in for a picturesque landing...

Unfortunately, one paired wing gets stuck up on an emergency exit and drags the rest of the craft down at an awkward angle.


WAAAAAAOOOH!

The fighter's astromech droid makes a sound like the one above as he tumbles out of his niche and falls to the floor; the contact is sufficient to knock several random sprockets loose from his head-dome.

The cockpit also springs open and the pilot steps bravely out into thin air. He then falls to the floor, lands awkwardly on a flight of steps, and rolls all the way down them until he hits the safety guard rail. This knocks him out.

Some time passes.

Eventually, the pilot returns to the land of the awake, pulls himself up stiffly, and adjusts his thick-rimmed glasses.

He is De'Si Nidea, Jedi Knight. You can tell by his choice of neutral-coloured simple clothing, the look of power in his eyes, and the lightsaber slung over his back. And if all that doesn't help, he's wearing a name-tag just in case. He smiles warmly, if sheepishly, around at the crowd, before doing a Force-assisted spring into the ring. This earns a cheap pop. Continuing to abuse his awesome gift, De'Si calls a microphone to his hand; it goes in the wrong direction and hits someone in the face, before he gets the necessary hand motion right.


DN: Citizens of the X-WCW system - I bring you fond tidings from the Alliance to Restore the Republic!

This, coupled with a sweeping bow, gets some polite applause, though everyone looks thoroughly confused.

DN: As you may have noted, I am De'Si Nidea. I am a Jedi Knight operating in - well, to be frank...I am the only Jedi Knight operating in this galactic sector. Although the council may be blind to the importance of systems like this, I am not so dismissive. You, like all living things, are components in the greater glory of the Force, and it is a Jedi's mandate to protect such people whenever he sees them threatened!

The audience is now cross-eyed, and physically incapable of clapping.

DN: And I think I am right in saying that this is a dangerous place for you, my friends. Though you may be unaware of its taint, I can sense the Dark Side's malignant influence seeping throughout this company. But fear not! You must not give into such negative feelings, for this will simply strengthen the bonds of enslavement to the Sith way. I ask now that any and all of the truly virtuous superstars present within the building - and I can tell that there are still those who tread the path of good here - to let themselves be known. Stand with me, friends!

De'Si sits down in the lotus position and goes through numerous breathing techniques to calm his spirit as he waits for an answer...
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xx Re: X-WCW Trash-talking thread part 4
« Reply #64 on: Oct 11th, 2006, 12:36pm »

on Oct 11th, 2006, 05:20am, Judge Death wrote:
The scene is a darkened arena. Yes, I'm ripping off the previous post by Seith something awful. A smallish crowd, mostly inbred hicks, are straining at the dangerously feeble-looking safety rails separating them from a plain ring with white ropes and red turnbuckle pads. Their anticipation is clear. Except for one guy in the front who's chewing on a bit of straw and scratching his behatted head.

Hick Man: Now wait just one cotton-pickin' minute here! Ah don't see no steers 'round these parts...oh, lordy, ah gosh darn gone to the wrong part o' town again!

Snarling, the farmer guy - I'm assuming he's a farmer from his behaviour - pulls a bottle of some murky liquid, its label blurred out, from his back pocket and tosses it away.

Hick Man: Dang moonshine - lotta help you were!

The bottle arcs through the air with the incumbent grace of a less-than-aerodynamic bit of glass as the hick walks away. It approaches the ring...and hits the man standing there in the head. He's what we would call a 'hoss'. His name is IMMOBILIZER. This rings a bell somewhere. He's big, doesn't seem too bright, and quick to anger. Especially when glass hits his head. He roars gutturally, slides out of the ring, vaults over the safety railing and makes a beeline for the hick, before Gorilla Pressing the poor man above his head.

Hick Man: What in tarnation - ?!

IMMOBILIZER: AAAAARRRGGH!

With little regard for Health & Safety regulations, IMMOBILIZER plants the hick with a big slam onto the unyielding concrete floor, then jumps on him a few times for good measure before heading back to the ring. The crowd cheers, revealing that all of them have several teeth missing. Even the girls. Ew!

But as IMMOBILIZER stands up on the canvas and does a 'I Gots Big Muscles!!!' sort of taunt, we see that someone else has mysteriously snuck in whilst he was away. Someone with a distinctive helmet, off-coloured skin and a fondness of snug leather. Someone IMMOBILIZER should know that he's fighting. Which he does...I think.

IMMOBILIZER turns around, startled brieflt to see someone so close by. His bravado returns almost instantly, and he points a big Hulk Hogan finger at his opponent.


IMMOBILIZER: AAAAARRRGGH! ur gonna need a WEEL CHAIR! WEEEEEL CHAAAAAIIIR!

The camera shifts, and we get a clearer view of Judge Death, who looks distinctly unimpressed. As you would expect.

JD: You ssound like ssomeone I shhould know, but I cannot put my ffinger on it...

IMMOBILIZER: AAAAARRRGGH! i dont care abut ur fingerz! WEEL CHAIR!

JD: Oh dear.

With another "AAAAARRRGGH!", IMMOBILIZER dashes forward for a big boot or something. As it turns out, he dashes right into the heel of Death's raised palm, and falls on his arse hilariously.

The crowd, regrettably, has no understanding of such sophisticated humour. They jeer and catcall.

Judge Death hasn't yet moved from his starting position. Spluttering, IMMOBILIZER scrambles to his feet, says "AAAAARRRGGH!" again, and charges forward...again. This time he actually gets to do something, and throws a meaty-looking punch.

Judge Death catches the fist with little difficulty and crushes it a bit for good measure. IMMOBILIZER screams "AAAAARRRGGH!". Apparently, that's the only cry he can manage regardless of his mental state. Weird.

Death sneers in a most fiendish fashion, before twisting IMMOBILIZER's arm into a hammerlock - then turning sharply and tossing IMMOBILIZER up, out of the ring, over the crowd...and through the ceiling.

Distantly, we hear a final "AAAAARRRGGH!" before a little twinkle appears in the night sky.

The crowd stares dumbfounded, then buggers off sharpish, babbling about "It's the gawd-dayumed Beast o' Revelation!" and "Little green men from Mars! Hayulp!".

Judge Death looks around at the deserted arena, satisfied.


JD: Now, Jasson, Ssseithh...we can talk in ssolitude. Thhere iss little off importancce to disscusss, but you will doubtlesss wishh to intimidate me withh your wordss nonethhelesss.

Death stares skyward, in something like deference.

JD: Come to me, ssinnersss...

TBC.


The Arena Lights go out,once again.The Hick Crowd can be heard,mumbling things like "wut in taaaarnation!".

DONG!

The Sound of That same bell hits once more.The Arena is lit up in a sudden Purple Light.The Arena is Filled with a Thick fog.the attention is drawn to the stage.The Man that Judge Death is Facing at Vendetta 3.He Looks as he did when he Laid out that Hero.The Sound of Chants can be Heard from His New Music,Dark Lotus - The Crows.



"Our Father of Shangri-La, hallow be thy name.
If the world turns over, save me from the fire rain.
Keep me pure, keep me clean, as the Lotus grow's.
I ask you for forgiveness, keep me from The Crows."


The Distorted Music plays through out the dumb-founded Arena.Seith Slowly wakes his way to the Ring.Slowly walking down the ramp.He makes it to the Ring and stops.He stares at JD with a look so cold,even Ice-Cubes would be freezing over.No Emotion,Just nothingness.he walks to the stairs and to the ropes,from the aproun.he never takes his eyes off Judge Death,as He Enters the Ring.The Lights turn Normal once more,as Seit just stares down Judge Death.no Moving,not Grinning,no Talk.Just staring at his opponent.

TBC by Jason or Judge Death
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xx Re: X-WCW Trash-talking thread part 4
« Reply #65 on: Oct 13th, 2006, 09:33am »

Judge Death waves cheerily at Seith.

JD: Howdy, sstranger!

This doesn't elicit much response. Death's face falls. In the sense that he's less happy, not in the sense that his face actually slips off his skull, which it has been known to do from time to time. Still...

JD: And now, we two are waiting ffor Jasson, yess? Hello in thhe back! Jayyy-Sssoooon! Are you thhere?

Scowling, Death grabs another microphone and holds the two mikes together, generating awful feedback.

SSSSCRREEEEEEEE!

Feedback like that, yes. The remaining hicks yell various silly things as their few remaining teeth are shaken out of their gums; such is the volume. Death lets it stop after seven seconds. Because he likes the number seven.


JD: Ssstupid git had to havve heard thhat, hmm?

The judge grins at Seith. Either he's forgotten about jumping the man last Doubleshot, or he's ignoring it. Or he doesn't think Seith would hold a grudge over it. Whatever the case, he's a dolt.

TBCeth by Seith or Jason...if Jason ever turns up.
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xx Re: X-WCW Trash-talking thread part 4
« Reply #66 on: Oct 13th, 2006, 10:37am »

OOCshockedh JD...i love ya..xD...what,cant take a joke?

IC:
Seith just stares.not a hint of anything but death in his eyes.not really fury.but,more of his usually emotionless look about him.when the feedback hits the arena,he still does nothing.he starts to Walk around the ring.he stops at the place he was standing before.he reaches into his trench coat and pulls out a microphone.he holds it to his lips and begins to speak.


"no.....i hear he is...somewhat deaf."

TBC by Jason or JD

OOC:i dun think Jason is here anymore,Mrs. Torance.
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xx Re: X-WCW Trash-talking thread part 4
« Reply #67 on: Oct 15th, 2006, 9:48pm »

IC: *GE has seen all of this on a TV in the back, and is at a loss to explain it*

GE: "What the hell is all that about? Are they trying to win us a Gooker Award at Wrestlecrap or something?"
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xx Re: X-WCW Trash-talking thread part 4
« Reply #68 on: Oct 16th, 2006, 04:07am »

OOC: What's a Gooker? And what are you on about, Seith? Thou knowest my heart beats only for thee!

IC as JD: What iss a Gooker? And who thhe hell ssaid thhat anyway?

Judge Death looks up. Judge Death looks down. Judge Death LOOKS OUT!...and narrowly dodges a Flying Ninja Fatality Strike done with supreme skill by a midget that was hiding under the ring. Such was the midget's awesome power that the midget continues to fly through the air until he hits a wall and gets knocked out.

Judge Death looks rather unconcerned, all told. Apparently, flying ninja midgets of doom are quite run-o'-the-mill in his neck of the woods. So he responds to Seith, seeing no alternative.


JD: Hmmm. Deaff, you ssay? Well, he shhall pay dearly ffor hiis handicap come...eh...whatevver thhe nexxt shhow iss called. I do not read thhe cardss. Deathh doess not kowtow to ssuch mundane trivvialitiess!

Luckily, I read the cards, so whether or not JD does is irrelevant.

JD: Now thhen, Ssseithh, you, ah...you...

Death ponders for a moment. He ponders most ponderously, with a ponderous finger a-tap-tap-tapping on his ponderific chin. Then he slumps a bit, scratches his neck, and generally looks quite put-upon.

JD: Yeah, sso, I do not havve anythhing to ssay. Do you? I hope sso, becausse othherwisse, thhiss wass a gargantuan wasste of airtime. It iss diffficult to mock quiet typess like you...sstupid gothh thingy...


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« Reply #69 on: Oct 16th, 2006, 06:17am »

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OOC: And what are you on about, Seith? Thou knowest my heart beats only for thee!

OOC:so glad to hear it...LESS MAKE DEM BABAHS!......too sudden?...i'll lay off...

Only After we see the ninja,do we see a rare moment in the look of Seith's Face.one of just plan..um..confusion....he lets out one last sentence before walking away.

".....no...i..i think we are done...here....yeah.."

Obviously....did not Suspect a ninja.he slowly exit the ring.he makes his way up the Ramp before being stoped by the same midget,riding a goat,chasing a Midget Dress as Captain Jack Sparrow.....only then did he remember what he was going on about.

"oh....yes...almost...slipped my mind.."

He Points to the Ring and the Arena Gets Real Dark and Evil looking.he Speaks in his mono-tone like way,As he points at JD.

"come Vendetta 3......Your Soul...Will Belong to me.....and The Darkness with Full consume...The X-WCW..."

The Lights blow out,as the Echo of Seith's Laughter is heared.the Arena's light Go back to normal once more,as the laughter Fades away.Seith is no where to be seen.

OOC:....um.....i Believe a Gooker...is..like...pfft..nevermind.He lost me,as well, on that one..

TBC by:whatever.Hopefully The Midgets will do battle,but God Forbid its a Hot Chick...right?
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xx Re: X-WCW Trash-talking thread part 4
« Reply #70 on: Oct 16th, 2006, 06:17am »

OOC: See the Wrestlecrap site for more Gooker details. wink
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« Reply #71 on: Oct 16th, 2006, 07:30am »

OOC: Ah, I see. But we are soooo not as bad as Dink the Mini-Clown. Or the 'Al Wilson being sexed to death' storyline.

IC as JD: Oh dear. My immortal ssoul. I am quaking withh terror right now.

Meanwhile, outside the ring, the Pirate Midget has had enough of being chased. He stops, turns around, pulls out one of those old Blunderbuss-ish pistols and shoots the goat. The Ninja Midget cries over the loss of his girlfriend best buddy. The Pirate Midget laughs, because pirates are EVIL.

JD: You will havve to exxcusse me, Ssseithh, iff I do not take too kindly to your thhreatss, but my being hass been presservved beyond phhyssical demisse on thhiss plain off exxisstencce ffor a reasson - thhe purssuit off jussticce; and thhiss wass arranged by powerss ffar beyond your ken. Iff you musst try, I will not sstop you - but you will ffail. Misserably. Thhe Law hass sspoken.

Judge Death tosses his microphone away and leaves, as the midgets get into a street fight. Pirate Midget's cutlass seems clumsy against Ninja Midget's shurikens...and the folding chair he found conveniently lying by the ring.
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xx Re: X-WCW Trash-talking thread part 4
« Reply #72 on: Oct 16th, 2006, 07:34am »

OOC: OK then. Carry on. smiley
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xx Re: X-WCW Trash-talking thread part 4
« Reply #73 on: Oct 20th, 2006, 07:31am »

Mr. Back is in his office doing some paperwork, the
X-WCW U.S. title belt sits proudly on the right side of his desk and bland looking the Intercontinental title belt that he won on Warzone #29 is hanging on his coat rack slightly obscured by his duster. There a knock on his door.

CB: "Who is it?"

The voice says: "Fed Ex! Package for a Mr. Christopher Back!"

CB: "Be right there!"

Mr. Back gets up from behind his desk and heads towards stopping only for a second to glance at the IC title belt.

CB: "Yuck."

Then he opens a door and he signs for his package and his handed a medium package and he takes it to his desk. He opens the box and pulls out a beautiful new
X-WCW Intercontinental Championship title belt.

CB: "Now this is a title belt worthy of the X-WCW!"

Mr. Back looks at his coat rack and picks up the old bland looking one and throws it another fed ex box and pulls a card off his roledex and then pulls out his checkbook and writes a check and then a note and he staples the check and note seals the box and writes the
address on the box and he calls Fed Ex to tell them where to pick up the box.

Then Mr. Back puts the new X-WCW IC title belt on his desk on the left side of desk and then goes back to his paperwork.
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xx Re: X-WCW Trash-talking thread part 4
« Reply #74 on: Oct 20th, 2006, 1:40pm »

OOC: I know I know I need to post more, I've been busy...kill me!

IC as RD: "The Scramble Cage a match that you need to
be fast and agile as well has xtreme.
So me and my brother Alec thought we would run down the other teams in this match.

First up is PowerBomb:
Powermaster and Bombshell are too big monsters but the last time they can't up the side of a cage, the only thing that these have gained in the last 2 years is weight!

Chances of winning: 100 to 1

Next up is the so called Twisted Hunters!

AL: "It's the 21st centery of Dink and Donk! These 2 clowns that have about much chance of winning this match as Kurt Angle as growing new hair!"

Chances of winning 200 to 1

RD: "Next up is The Final Frontier. These guys are the
only real minor threat to us but with the nTo with our backs the Final Frontier will have to face the full wrath of a StarStorm."

Chances of winning: 10000 to 1

AL: "O where O where as our youth gone?
Misled Youth you two have been Misled to think that you 2 assholes belong here and after this match the only thing you 2 losers will be competing for is with
D-Extreme and Igz for beer and pretzels!

Chances of winning: 1000000 to 1"

RD: "Next up is the team called Iron-Hazzrd somebody call the a clean up crew and get rid of this mess!"

Chances of winning: 10000000 to 1"

AL: "Now we've reached the current X-WCW Tag Team
Champions: The Devil's Rejects. Reaper used to be cool in my book, I've lost all my respect for him because he aligned him with that traitor CCC!
He's sold his soul to that waste pit known as the AWF and at Vendetta 3 The Devil's Rejects will have hell to pay for CCC's treason!
Reaper understand that you're guilty by association and you too will pay the price of treason in blood!

Chances of winning: none!"

RD: "So after Vendetta 3 there will be new X-WCW Tag Team Champions and you're looking at them!"

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