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Post by Scotty Dreamer on Jul 5, 2007 13:18:57 GMT -5
The scene in the parking lot can be heard from inside the Arena by now. The PA system is turned up playing some good music and the people are cheering, dancing and singing along. A chant raises for Slam Jam Nation from the people as Fiona pulls up in a Ford Explorer and turns the vehicle off. Scotty Dreamer and Ricky Rodriguez make their way over to the vehicle as the back unlocks and the young lady steps out with a huge smile. Scotty pulls the tail gate up and both men grab a keg from the back, showing a few more left inside. They sit them down and tap them, pouring themselves tall glasses before opening them up for the rest of the people there. Scotty walks over to the PA they have set up and turns on Sum 41's Fat Lip and the fans scream as they begin to dance and have a wild time. Scotty looks over to the makeshift bonfire and smiles, walking over and pouring a little more gas on Justin's car and watching the flames grow ever higher. Scotty and Ricky meet in a pack of gorgeous young ladies and lean over to speak a few mildly audible words over the noise.
::Ricky Rodrigues:: I wonder what that pop sissy is thinking about right now. Poor bastard shouldn't have messed with us.
::Scotty Dreamer:: You know it man, he's probably either crying or fuming... poor baby. Wait until Dave gets here, then we can really get this party going with the people he brings. I hope we have enough beer.
The party carries on with Scotty and Ricky right in the middle of the pack of girls dancing. Ricky keeps giving Scotty a few sour looks at how well he can down a glass of beer. Scotty returns the looks with the girl's Ricky seems to find. They laugh and enjoy themselves. They await Dave's arrival before doing anything spectacular. Fiona joins in on the dancing, refreshing the two men with a couple more beers and sliding up in front of Scotty and dancing with him. The party is just getting started and already a few people are feeling a buzz and some women are getting frisky.
TBCB: ANYONE! It's A Friggin' Party!
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Post by dashing on Jul 5, 2007 19:58:48 GMT -5
The party continues to rage on when suddenly there's a loud screaching from the PA as the sound system shuts off. A tall, well built man stands at the stage with a microphone in hand, he grins lightly as he looks around at the people who are staring at him with anger boiling in their eyes. "YOU CALL THIS A PARTY?! How can there be a party without "Dashing" Devin James being invited?!" The man reveals himself as a new Fighty fighty person by the name of "Dashing" Devin James.
"Now, Devin says, LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTED!!!!" He quickly turns the music back on and jumps down into the group of people, most of whom had already started dancing again. A few still stand around giving dirty looks to the man dressed in purple and green board shorts and a white tank top. His chissled form shows through the tanktop as he strolls around the party, dancing while he's walking. He slowly moves towards Scotty, Fiona and Ricky, he smiles knowingly at Fiona who blushes and shy's away lightly, he then slides into place in front of Scotty. "Yo Scotty! What's up bro?! Long time no see! HA!"
Scotty laughs lightly, "You still refering to yourself in the third person there Devin?"
"Of course Devin James is referring to himself in the third person. Devin James is too DASHING and amazing to refer to himself any other way..." Devin grins as he shakes hands with Scotty. "You know you had to invite Devin James, a party without Devin James isn't a party after all..."
"Yeah yeah, thanks for showing with that 'grand' entrance. Have fun man, beer and anything else is open for everyone."
"Devin James is too DASHING to be drinking beer with the rest of this scum... Thats why Devin James brought his own drinks.. MOUNTAIN DEW! It's the drink of Devin James, thus it's the drink of a god." Devin grins lightly as he pulls a bottle of Mountain Dew from his pocket and takes a swig from it.
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Post by Dave Carter on Jul 6, 2007 12:22:22 GMT -5
As Devin finishes to drink his bear, a man's voice is heard behind him and everyone quickly turns toward that side, recognizing the voice.
~~Dave Carter~~ Well if the "Dashing" Devin is too good for this party maybe he should dash out of here. Or instead he could let his ass down back down on the earth and... party.
Dave and Katie, finally made it to the party and most people in the party great them with whispering and cheers. Scotty trows Dave and Katie few beers and great them as well. The music continues to play loud and most people dance and just have good time. Dave walks toward Devin and both men look at each not saying a thing for few seconds.
~~Devin James~~ And who are you?
~~Dave Carter~~ Who am I? The better question is how in the hell can you ask such question. I'm the damn party raiser, the hero of Slam Jam Nation. I, my friend, am Dave "The Lightning" Carter.
Dave then quickly turns away from Devin and to the crowd gathered here, and shouts out loud.
~~Dave Carter~~ But enough of umpa-lumpa crap, let's party!!!
Dave takes Katie by the hand as they go into the crowd, joining the dances. A sudden blast from the burning car draws everyones attention for couple of seconds, but no one really cares about it too much and the party continues
TBC by anyone
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Post by Vladimir T. Strife on Jul 6, 2007 12:33:31 GMT -5
Vladimir walks up to the crowd, many taking notice as he does so. He looks to Slam Jam Nation as Ricky, Dave, and Scotty look back, questioning his intentions. They notice Vladimir is holding a marker and a piece of paper.
Vladimir smiles and holds out the paper and marker.
DC: Uhmm... What's this?
Vlad: It's a piece of paper and a marker... I was hoping you'd give me your autographs..
SD: You're kidding me? You're a fan of ours?
Vlad: You have no idea!! I love watching you guys! The amusement, the entertainment, the violence, I'm your BIGGEST Fan!
RR: Well, what do you know? Guess life does surprise you sometimes. We may have had our bout in the past... but I'm not turning down an autograph for a fan.
Ricky takes the paper and marker and signs his autograph, the other 2 still surprised the pen didn't explode of anything. They as well shrug, say screw it, and sign the paper with their autographs. The men smile as they hand it back to Vladimir.
DC: There you go!
Vladimir smiles, then looks at the paper and gets a look of confusion.
SD: Something wrong, man?
Vlad: Scotty Dreamer, Dave Carter and Ricky Rodriguez? Well, shit! I thought you guys were Larry, Moe and Curly!
Vladimir balls up the paper and throws it into the fire.
RR: Who?
Vlad: The three stooges!
TBCB anyone
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Post by Metal Dragon on Jul 6, 2007 13:29:49 GMT -5
MD suddenly walks up beside Scotty.
MD: *coughs*
Scotty ignores MD.
MD: *coughs twice*
Scotty steps in front of MD to try to get rid of him.
MD: God damn it. Scotty!
MD lightly slaps Scotty in the back of the head. Scotty turns around, visibly irritated with MD's presence.
Scotty: Okay! What do you want?
MD: Can I talk to you without your Anal Slam Nation standing by? I have a request of you.
Scotty rolls his eyes and nods his head. MD and Scotty step aside to talk in private.
MD: Listen. My promotion to the Lieutenant Division is not too far away. That's fortunate for you, because that means that I won't be able to destroy you at Red, White, and Bruised and take your title. Unfortunately for me, I wanted to prove before being promoted that, say, if I were to be put in a match with you, that I would win. So, I give you this challenge. You, me, a hardcore match, anywhere, anytime, just bring a ref and it's on. What do you say to that?
TBC by Scotty
(OOC: A 1-1-1 singles match on VOW, or if you want to RP it, that's fine too.)
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Post by Dave Carter on Jul 6, 2007 13:45:51 GMT -5
Before Scotty could answer, Dave and Ricky walk next to Scotty and Dave hands Dreamer another beer. Carter then looks at Metaldragon.
~~Dave Carter~~ I say you need to get laid.
~~Ricky Rodriguez~~ Period...
Scotty just answers MD with a smile on his face and nod, like saying "It's true". Ricky then trows a beer bottle to MD, which he only barely catches from surprise.
~~Dave Carter~~ It's a party man, so party!
The three men then go back to the crowd, not waiting for MD's answer, as they join the dances.
TBC by anyone
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Post by Metal Dragon on Jul 6, 2007 14:49:00 GMT -5
MD is a bit annoyed with the SJN, especially since he has gotten laid before, but he is grateful for the free beer nevertheless.
MD decides to then go find Vlad before actually partying. Vlad is getting a beer from a cooler when MD walks up to him and confronts him.
MD: Hey Vlad. *finishes beer*
Vlad: Hey. I don't mean to be nosy, but what did you want Scotty for?
MD grabs a beer from the cooler and throws his empty bottle in the trash.
MD: Well, I just wanted a hardcore match against him, but it seems he and his friends are too drunk to even be serious for a minute. Dave Carter then decided to be a douchebag and butt into the conversation. I took it personally, maybe just because I've been kind of stressed out lately. If you see KingBear anywhere, tell him that I want Carter in a Street Fight on Revelations next week. Now, I'm going to go have fun, since this is a party.
MD takes several beers out of the cooler.
MD: Eh, actually, this isn't my scene. I haven't been part of this crowd since high school. I'm just gonna go back to my hotel room and drink this beer and watch porn or something. See ya later.
Vlad: See you later, man.
MD leaves, taking as many beers as he can carry with him.
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Post by rickyrodriguez on Jul 6, 2007 15:04:45 GMT -5
*Ricky sees MD stealing the beer and runs after him and he ticks on MD's shoulder. MD turns around looking directly in Ricky's face that has got a smile on it. He takes the beers back from him MD tries to keep them but Ricky grabs them out and throws two beers behind him only for Dave and Scott both catching them.*
"Listen my friend, I understand your frustrations. If wouldn't have gotten laid ever I would be frustrated as well. Drinking is really not a way to substitute fine women. If you want I can hook you up with my blind mute cousin? That wouldn't be a problem at all really"
*MD looks a bit pissed and wants to say something*
"NO NO, you don't have to thank me really it's ok like this. You know what keep one beer then you could share it with your pal Vlad over there but look out cause if you both get drunk you might screw up your frustrations on each other if you catch my drift?"
*Ricky smiles and then he walks back to the party putting the beers back and then he puts his hand around 2 girls wastes and dances with them but keeping an eye on MD and Vlad.*
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Post by Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos! on Jul 6, 2007 15:11:36 GMT -5
As the party continues and the people crowd around, dancing...they don't notice a man standing in a doorway with a bottle of beer and a mobile phone. He lobs the empty at Vlad as he walks past, but it misses and Vlad just shrugs. The man continues speaking on his phone.
"Yeah, that's right. I want a ton of strawberry ice cream delivered to the GHW arena. It's the one with the dreadful music and the burning cars."
"No, it's a party. There's no fighting yet, just people burning cars. I think there are marshmallows too, so I guess you can have some. That would be awesome. Bye."
"I AM THE METAL WARRIOR! I AM THE HUMAN WRECKINGBALL!"
Wreckingball runs back into the crowd, and begins aggressively moshing with some of the more heavy metal types. They mosh for a while, slamming into each other and spilling a lot of their beer, whilst having a fun time...until the ice cream truck arrives. Wreckingball runs forward, and begins handing ice cream out to the crowd, grinning insanely as he is so close to his favourite food stuff with no Rhaps in sight.
He eventually heads back to the party, and begins moshing harder than ever before, and having an awesome time. However, as he continues moshing, during one particularly violent jump upwards, his eyes lock with the eyes of a figure across the street. For the first time in several days, the self assured grin is wiped out completely as a look of sheer terror crosses Wreckingball's face.
He hurries away, not looking at anyone and breaks into a run until he is inside the GHW building.
TBC anyone. (I know this is weird. All will become clear soon. I hope.)
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Post by Vladimir T. Strife on Jul 6, 2007 22:18:02 GMT -5
Vladimir walks up to Ricky and looks at the women. He grins and looks down to his beer, taking a long drink as Ricky looks at him curiously.
"Ladies.. how much is he paying you? 50$? Just kidding... we all know Ricky only has pesos. Tell you what, kid.."
Ricky looks at Vladimir with a more serious look, getting closer.
"Don't call me 'kid'."
"Okay... tell you what, BITCH.. How's about, seeing as you share a locker room with 2 other guys that have never seen a facial hair in their life, have yet to hit puberty, and still nearly pass out from excitement when they see the side of a breast... you lay off the gay jokes. And in return, I won't put your head LITERALLY where we all know it is figuratively. But hey, if you and Dave get into that kind of a thing, that's none of my business."
"So you want to try and be funny? Remember who you are talking about bro, I am not called "The Babyface" for nothing. I keep myself clean cut and well shaved for those ladies you can only wish to get near. Just because they prefer me doesn't mean you need to insult me. I share a locker room with my friends, yes. But what can I say, a place to party is a place to party. Dave is usually out hanging with people, and you can't pull Scotty from the bar so how can your joke work when I'm the only person in the room unless I have a pretty little chica with me? Why not go and keep to tree hugging and making love to bears, because we all know you can't get any when you are in the same city as Slam Jam...."
Crowd: "NATION!"
"See what I mean?"
"Unlike some people, I don't need alcohol or a bunch of women, Ricky. I'm a TRUE Fighty fighty person. I didn't sign up with GHW to party, I signed up to wrestle. Maybe that explains why you came up short in that ring against me."
"Maybe I did, just a tiny bit... But at least I never come up short elsewhere."
Ricky smiles and winks to his lady friends.
"Stop fantisizing about what I'm like in bed... it's inaccurate and simply creepy. You are Ricky Rodriguez... a nobody. You're here for the women this job brings because if it wasn't for this job, you'd be mowing my front lawn. You're talking to Vladimir Strife, the Hardcore King. I am dominance personified... an unstoppable force. You may run your mouth here in front of what I'm pretty damn confident are paid escorts... but you know the price you'll pay if you keep it up. You're not fit to clean up my lockerroom, Ricky and you sure as hell aren't worthy to work in the same building as me.. let lone to stand in the ring with me. One more time you slip up and let my name escape your lips... you're going to be playing 'changing in the same lockerroom as Scotty Dreamer'.. where there is only one rule: Watch your back."
TBCB Anyone
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Post by Rhaps on Jul 7, 2007 5:15:36 GMT -5
Rhaps enters the party about the same time he sees Wreckingball running out, He shrugs to himself and as he looks an insane grin spread across his face when he see the ice cream truck. He casually walks over to it and spots the person who is giving out the ice cream. Rhaps walks up to him.
Rhaps: Hey dude, take a break. I'll take over.
Man: Cool, thanks bro.
The man helps himself to some ice cream while Rhaps takes his place. He looks into the truck and sees that the truck is still nearly full. He laughs in spite of himself as he carefully rolls down the back and heads towards the driver's seat. He knocks on the outside while the driver kust grunts at him. Rhaps knocks again, louder this time.
Driver: What the hell!
Rhaps: Get out here so I can kick your a**e
Driver: Right, that's it kid
The driver steps out, leaving the door open. As soon as he turns round Rhaps spears him to the ground. He quickly jumps into the drivers seat and after struggling to find first gear, he closes the door and begins to drive it away, laughing maniacally as he does.
TBC
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Post by Metal Dragon on Jul 7, 2007 10:13:16 GMT -5
MD sits in his car, drinking a beer and thinking. After finishing his beer, he smirks and steps back out of the car. He is angry.
MD walks up behind Ricky Rodriguez when Vlad is talking to him. He realizes that Vlad has just as much of a beef with the SJN as he does. Ricky, after his conversation with Vlad, shrugs off Vlad's remarks and turns around just to bump into MD.
Ricky: Whoa man! Did you decide to go for my blind mute cousin after all?
MD: Shut the hell up before I kick your ass, busboy.
Ricky: Somebody doesn't know how to party. Maybe that's why you can't get l--
MD grabs Ricky by the throat.
MD: Finish what you were saying.
Ricky is gasping for air. Much of the crowd has drawn their attention to this situation and is murmuring.
Ricky tries to say "laid" just to have MD sling him onto the ground.
Ricky: I don't know what the hell your problem is, but screw both of you. I'm gonna go party.
Ricky walks away. MD turns to Vlad.
MD: I have a great idea for a match now.
Vlad: Do tell.
MD: You and I are pissed at these sissies. Justin will be because he smashed their car. You, me, and Justin against the Slam Jam Nation in a hardcore elimination match. Make it happen, Vlad.
TBC by Vlad or the SJN.
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Post by Vladimir T. Strife on Jul 7, 2007 14:51:28 GMT -5
"How's about not? You see... I don't work with people I don't know or trust. I don't know you and I sure as hell don't trust Justin Michael. You want to take down the three of them, get your own team together. I don't need a team. I've already beaten Ricky and the other 2 won't be far behind."
TBCB Anyone
(Sorry it's short, not very creative at the moment)
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Post by Dave Carter on Jul 7, 2007 15:12:40 GMT -5
MD doesn't seem to happy with Vlad's answer, but the Hardcore King doesn't seem to be bothered by that at all. He just takes another sip of his beer and ignores MD. Right about then, toward them moves Katie and Dave, dancing by the music as they walk. They finally get in front of Vlad and MD.
~~Katie Devoureaux~~ You seem to have too much steam MD. And I heard you don't like ladies really, so how about you instead go around the corner and play with your joystick a bit, let that steam out.
~~Dave Carter~~ She's right dude, people came here to party, so join the party or go your ways. Instead of bugging us with your business, relax a bit. And if you want a piece of us so desperately, you can go to the ring and make the challenge any time. I will be happy to whoop your ass in one on one match anytime.
Dave pulls out another bottle of beer from the near freezer and trows it MD. Katie then grabs Vlad by the hand, which is a bit of a surprise for him, and start dragging to the crowd while she and Dave start to dance again.
~~Katie Devoureaux~~ Come on Vlad, you can break skulls another day, tonight it's party time.
She continues to drag Vlad by the hand as the three mix into the crowd.
TBC by anyone
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Post by Metal Dragon on Jul 7, 2007 17:54:35 GMT -5
Despite being disappointed with Vlad's decision, MD understands it. He stands in place for a few seconds, thinking, before walking over to a cooler and putting his beer in it, since he doesn't feel like another. He leaves the party with a smile on his face, since he knows exactly who to call.
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