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Post by Dustin Delta on Nov 5, 2010 20:49:01 GMT -5
Mid-day on Friday, while Smarky Smark is working on some paper-works sent by the higher-ups of GHW, he is suprised by a knock on his door. He reluctantly beckons for Erin, who stands up from her desk in the front of the room and opens the door. In walks the Aerodynamic Blitz, Dustin Delta. Smarky glares into the seemingly soul-less eyes of the Chieftain of the Era of Eradication. Dustin approaches the desk of Smarky, clothed in blue denim jeans and a black graphic tee. Slung over his shoulder was a leather pack, which crossed down across his chest. Hanging off the back were two light tubes, held like katanas. Smarky leans back in his office chair with a quizzical expression on his face.
"May I ask what you want, Mr. Delta?"
Dustin laughs a bit, and looks out the window of the General Manager's Office. He turns back to Smark with an extremely serious look on his face.
"I think you know what I want. I want YOU, Smarky, to book me against Hayden HardKore next week on Triumph, for the King of the Deathmatch Championship." [/color] Smarky finds the statement a bit humorous. He stands up from his office chair and walks to the window, overlooking Boston, as his office is above the arena in the GHW Building."I'm not sure if I could do that, Delta. I mean, if Thomas Walker wins his match with Ryan, he gets a rematch with Hayden at Blood Runs Cold."Dustin glares at Smarky, who is still looking out the window, not thinking twice about the intimidating man who stood only mere feet away from him. Quietly, the Floridian Falcon sneaks up behind Smarky. He grabs both the light tubes, and holds one against each side of the GM's neck."Are you so sure about that?"(TBC Smarky Smark)[/center]
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Post by The Templar on Nov 6, 2010 19:39:37 GMT -5
Just as quietly and sneakily he managed to get behind the General Manager, an equally as sly of a presence perches his large, powering hand firmly onto Delta’s shoulder. Cocking back his light tubes in hand, Dustin nearly smashes them into Smarky Smark’s face when the other equally as large hand places itself on Delta’s bicep. Knowing there were very few options on backing out of such a predicament, Dustin Delta lowers his light tubes as the sound of a high pitched, tittering giggle is heard from just behind all three of the men. Pavor Nocturnus: “A-ha-ha-hah! Oh yes, yes, I believe he is quite sure about it! I’ve heard about shedding some light but th-this is ri-ri-ridiculous!” Dustin Delta: “What in-“Pavor Nocturnus: “Oh... No, no, no don’t speak. No, don’t speak at all... It upsets my Beast... You wouldn’t dare upset him now, would you? Of c-course not! Beast: disarm him.[/center] Like any good minion, Beast turns Delta around to, for the first time, go face-to-face with the masked man. His eyes, the only things visible through the mask via two small eye holes, sparkle as they catch themselves staring directly at the light tubes, objects he’s been yearning to hold for so long now. Grabbing them from Dustin’s hands, officially disarming him, Pavor turns to face Smarky Smark, who has now managed to get back to his seat despite the small mishap. It should be noted, however, that Pavor allows Beast to keep Dustin in his grasps, not ordering the man to let go. Smarky Smark: “The audacity of some people... Two hostage attacks in two weeks? We should get the Pentagon on this one... Dustin, tonight you’re busy enough with Ryan Hughes but before you’re even CONSIDERED for a King of the Deathmatch shot you’re going to have to beat your opponent next week... BEAST!” [/center] Outweighed by nearly one hundred and fifty pounds and losing an entire foot of height, Dustin’s gut knots up instantly while his future opponent and his mentor can’t help but grin behind their masks. Smarky Smark, visibly pleased by this situation lets out a satisfied grunt of approval. Still not finished with his tirade, Pavor takes a step forward to Dustin and looks down straight down into the Floridian’s eyes. Pavor Nocturnus: “Tonight, my Beast and I have a little play date with a certain James Best... M-much like our little fun went with AJ Scally and Mulligan in the past few weeks, it’ll all be the same, oh always the same... Do their names mean anything to you? No, no, no, not to us either. Much like Duh-Dustin Delta means nothing. Right n-n-now, we’re not obsessed with wr-writing our names in gold... We don’t need it... What you’ve accomplished and will accomplish is n-n-nothing that the Pariah is going to achieve... That’s okay. You can w-watch us and learn... And when you realize you were looking into the eyes of the future King it’ll become clear... Beast tightens his grip while Pavor, still soaking in the glorifying moment like a bully beating up someone a fraction of his size, pushes his smelly, and grimy burlap covered face up against Delta’s. Pavor Nocturnus: “... This is more than just a nightmare...” [/center] End of thread. {Writer’s notes: All of which approved by Smarky Smark. Comments welcome.}
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Post by Dustin Delta on Nov 6, 2010 20:40:13 GMT -5
So essentially, if I beat Beast, I'm in the KotDM contender's race?
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Post by newgm on Nov 7, 2010 6:05:02 GMT -5
Yes. Good luck with that...
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Post by Jaggeroth on Nov 7, 2010 23:48:34 GMT -5
What the hell Ryan? When does someone just get a title shot because they say so?
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EDIT: Also, where's my super secret admin status?
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