ECCW: Extreme Created Championship Wrestling 22.0

OFF FUCKINGSHITDICKEDMANWHOREOFACOCKSUCKINGFAGGOT

I just had a decent response written -___- buuut of course my computer just had to restart itself.

While I'm rewriting this; thoughts on my promo?

The Legend of Casey wrote:

OFF FUCKINGSHITDICKEDMANWHOREOFACOCKSUCKINGFAGGOT

I just had a decent response written -___- buuut of course my computer just had to restart itself.

While I'm rewriting this; thoughts on my promo?

off: It was good, made my follow-up look weak.

Future TJ wrote:

The Legend of Casey wrote:

OFF FUCKINGSHITDICKEDMANWHOREOFACOCKSUCKINGFAGGOT

I just had a decent response written -___- buuut of course my computer just had to restart itself.

While I'm rewriting this; thoughts on my promo?

off: It was good, made my follow-up look weak.

OFF Thank you lol and don't worry I'll set you up for the next one so you can get a bigger part

Adam wrote:

A red light pulses around the whole arena three times and then a ring of fire bursts onto the stage as the theme music hits and the crowd erupt into a chorus of booing. Their is a small section of fans cheering the man known as Zayten. A kneeling Zayten, rises from the flames and there are shrieks heard throughout the crowd. The camera zooms through the crowd where horrified parents are covering their young children's eyes. Zayten is clad in a black pants and a white shirt, with the ECCW Pure Championship slung over his shoulder. He strides down the ramp and a few people in the first few rows are pointing at him and whispering to the people behind them. He slides into the ring. The man stands in the center of the ring and from seemingly nowhere he pulls out a microphone. He smirks before talking.

Zayten: Precious ones . . . I told you. I warned you . . . I fortold it. Less than three weeks ago . . . I stood in this ring and told you who I was. I told you I was one with folklore and already etched into the history books. At the ECCW Slammy Awards . . . Zayten made his true terrifying presence felt . . . when I made my in-ring debut. And became . . . the ECCW Pure Championship.

Zayten raises the ECCW Pure Championship and the crowd boo loudly. Zayten's eyes glow slightly and a terrifying expression is seen on his face.

Zayten: I told you that you would understand. I TOLD YOU. If you can't understand this [Zayten raises the championship] you have no hope of ever realizing the nether lands regions to which I delve. And if you have no hope, is it not fitting that me, The Unholy Messiah uses his power to cleanse this company of those non-believers? I see I have your attention. What was the buzz word that made you petty humans tune in? Was it power? Humans have an unhealthy obsession with power. People will realize that the power . . . lies within me. The man they call Michael DeJesus has witnessed but a glimpse of the power I hold. Why am I holding back? Because of I let the eternal power which rests inside me rise to the forefront, it could mean the end of this very company. And I don't want that . . . yet. You doubt the power!? I can feel it. It runs true my ice-cold veins. Michael doubted the power and you all seen what happened! He felt my wrath. At the moment DeJesus is merely existing, but the closer I come to tapping into the power, the more DeJesus will become a believer. If he chooses to believe, he may follow. If he does not . . . HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

The crowd boo once again but there is still a small section of fans this time chanting "WE'RE BELIEVERS! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* WE'RE BELIEVERS!".

Zayten: Beware, take care . . . because the freaks come out at night.

This is played over and over until somebody does something.

Future TJ wrote:

The Legend of Casey wrote:

The lights in the arena go dark for a moment. All is silent as the fans look up at the stage hoping to get a glimpse at what is going on. A few more moments pass by and lightning strikes over the PA system. Some fans jump in shock from the loud noise. But once again silence falls on the arena except for the few anxious fans still murmuring. The tron slowly fades from darkness. On the tron now is what seems like a maze. But an old stone maze. labyrinth-like, almost. But as the camera comes down to the labyrinth, you notice something moving. It is a man running around trying to find his way out. The man sounds panicked while the camera chases him from behind. He takes a left. Then a right, Then another right and he is met with a dead end. He groans in what almost seems like either terror or frustration. As the man turns around he runs right past the camera and you notice the man has a golden mask on. The camera follows him some more He reaches dead end after dead end after dead end. It seems like this clip will go on forever. But the man's run turns into a slow jog as he approaches one turn, and that jog turns into a walk and eventually when he reaches this left hand turn he stops and looks down it. As he walks down it ever so slowly the video fades back to black. All of a sudden a voice comes over the PA system.

"A hero has fallen.."

These four words echo through out the arena multiple times before ceasing. Then a spotlight shines onto the stage. In the dead center of the spotlight is a broken skateboard. The light goes out once every one notices what is on the stage. Some fans begin to cheer as they instantly know who is toying around with the arena lighting and noise. The same voice speaks once more.

"The hero has fallen... he has lost something..."

After those words echo around the arena, more voices emanate from the sound system in the arena. These voices are whispering. The whispering goes on for about thirty seconds. At first it is inheritance but then some words a heard: 'lost touch..', 'lost pride..', 'lost skills...', 'lost abilities...', 'lost mind...' and many others that could not be depicted. Once these voices stop there is even more silence around the arena. The spotlight flashes once and it looks like there was a man standing there. But people can't really tell because if they blinked they missed it. The first voice comes back.

"The Hero has fallen... he has lost something... but... he has found something to replace it..."

Now as the voice stops more of the whispering voices come back and begin whispering new words. Once again only after a little bit, people can start distinguishing what they are saying: 'found new skills..', 'found new ways...', 'found hatred..', 'found confidence..', 'giving a fuck not found..', 'morals not found..', 'sanity not found...'. There were more but hard to understand. the light flashes one more time and people definitely see a man there. His head hanging between his shoulders and a hood over his head. For a final time the voice comes back over the PA system.

"The Hero has fallen... he has lost something... but... he has found something to replace it.. he has found... a new... desire.."

The spot light turns on once more and the man who was standing on the stage is now sitting down in a steel chair on the stage. The spotlight stays on this time for a longer amount of time. The fans study him more and realize he is the same man wearing the golden mask from the video and that he has a mic in his hand. As the fans begin to speak to one another making their speculations he raises the hand with the mic in it above his head. The fans instantly stop talking and look at him. the man slowly lowers it back down to where his mouth is. He speaks, every one also realizes that his voice is the voice that has been speaking.

"The Hero has fallen... he has lost something... but... he has found something to replace it.. he has found... a new... desire.. and this new desire has given the hero hope.. and this new hope has given the hero a proverbial fire.. and this fire will fuel the hero's come back.. the hero is back.. and he will no longer be a hero.. but instead a Legend... for this is... the Legend, of, Casey!"

The man rips his mask off and reveals himself to be Casey Anomaly, the fans go absolutely apeshit as his theme hits and his entrance video begins to play.

Casey stares down the fan's not the same smile on his face. But none the less it is still a grin. He looks out at the screaming and cheering fans with that grin as he reaches under his chair and pulls out his skate board back together once again. The fans begin to chant his name and such as he reaches under the chair again and pulls out his Slammy for Break Out Star of the year and the fans get even louder. Casey chuckles a bit as he takes a seat in the chair once more placing his board down and the Slammy on top of the board. Casey waits a little bit longer for the fans to calm down before speaking.

"Wow, I think this is my first Slammy I have ever won. Well here in ECCW atleast. It's pretty nice to be able to be the break out star of the year. Won the money in the bank and SlamMania or what ever it's called, became a two time Terror World Champion, and became a main eventer here in the land of ECCW. You know this past year was pretty damn good for me now that I think about it. I became a member of Nation Zero for a while, which I think I may never look at a party the same ever again. I won my first ever SlamMania match as well beating out like 7 other guys to become the Terror Money in the Bank case. But the thing is.."

Casey sighs and moves the board so it is in front of his feet and facing towards the ring, the Slammy he won the other night sitting atop the board. Casey stares down at it, with a look of almost regret.

"None of that matters any more..."

Casey pushes with one foot as the board with the Slammy on it goes down the ramp and swerves and smashes into the stairs. The Slammy sent into the steel steps broke. There are two parts; the pedestal with legs and the two bodies, both lay ringside. The fans all gasp as they look down at the Slammy. Casey holds one hand up while looking down at the flipped over board and broken Slammy.

"No worries! It's okay every one!... My board is perfectly fine, I can always just buy a new one."

Casey smirks as he stands up and begins to saunter down towards the ring, he acts like nothing ever happened to the Slammy.

"I want you all to listen to me. And listen good. The Casey Anomaly you have been seeing for the past few months is no longer in existence. Nor is the inexperienced rookie from early 2011. This Casey Anomaly you see before you is a new man yet the same all together. I am still that confident, loud mouth who loves to skate and cause chaos. But I am more or less an improved version of that same skater punk. I have experience under my belt now, I have learned from all of my mistakes and over the past few nights have been chastising myself for those foolish mistakes I made. Such as letting my quick success get to me, taking opponents not as serious, etc.. yes I was talking about Angel on that last one. I have under estimated him time and time again as that big headed son of a bitch I was a few weeks ago. By the way, this is the part you all are supposed to pay attention at guys. I am not that thick-headed-over-confident-douche-bag that I was. I have changed and its sure as hell for the better. Let me clear this up right now too. I know that once I am done with this speech that Angel will appear somewhere or tell some one that he is responsible for this. He's not. I changed me for me. One night late after either an EFNW show or an ECCW show I was drunk and staring at myself in the mirror in my Hotel room and absolutely hated what I had become. I was a shell of my former self. I had been over come with success and power. I let it consume me. It was extremely foolish. Cyrus taught me that from day one but for some reason it just never stuck. Well I advise all of you to listen to any long haired sage with a singapore cane in his hand no matter what he says to you. I sat there that night looking at what wasn't me. With out that belt around my waist, or not even being near that belt was beginning to drive me more insane then I already am. When it did finally snap I was just being a complete dumb ass about the whole situation by letting all of this success get to my head. Another sage, this one a masked rapist; once told me as well to not let success get to me and consume me. But rather focus on your opponents, and just to dismantle and harm them in anyway shape or form. But, me being the stubborn kid I was, didn't listen that well. Sure I still took some of this man's advice but not all of it."

Casey is now standing above the broken pieces of the Slammy. He points down to it after pausing.

"This is the change ladies and gentlemen. This broken Slammy represents how I now feel about these brass rings that all companies throw at me and have expected me to think this is all that matters in this business. When in fact it is being the best in the world and being unstoppable. A piece of gold, or piece of plastic.."

He says motioning down to the Slammy and chuckling a bit

"...matters nothing, it is only a side benefit to beating an opponent and over coming an obstacle. Which brings me onto the man I have talked about tonight: Angel."

Casey rolls into the ring and begins to pace the ring back and forth while speaking.

"Im sure most of you know but let me refresh your memories; as of late Angel has been going around, cleansing ECCW supposedly. Getting rid of 'sin' and blah blah blah. He is becoming what I once was. He is letting his power over come him. Angel used to be one of my closest.. frenemy... I guess you can say. We were always training with Cyrus back in our home company but it was always a competition between the two of us. But he has always considered himself an Angel on Earth almost. It's weird and hard to explain but that's the best I can explain. So once I heard he was forming a stable called the Disciples I instantly know he was gonna drive himself into a proverbial ditch in my opinion. Its kinda funny I could have seen the same flaw in others but not in myself. Angel then used the fact he was in a stable to his advantage. I will not deny has beat me for the ECCW Terror Championship fair and square but his little butt-buddie Matt Brooks gave him a spot in the match I was supposed to have with Matt. None the less he won. His obsession with power only grew. He was now the 'supposed' best in the company. A few men knew he wasn't but in his eye's he was and still is the best this company has to offer. Hell he probably thinks hes one of the greatest of all time. But he isn't because he is over come with this same obsession of power I had. But it seems to be only twenty times worse then mine. Now he has ordered his newest victim to exterminate me and my existence as an ECCW star. Thing is though, consumed by power, fresh young rookie or when ever... I never quit fighting and I never will. That is one thing that defines Casey Anomaly as a human being is my amazing resilience and my willingness to fight for what I think is right. I'm not stupid though. I am a great wrestler but I don't think a one on three situation would be exactly the smartest decision I have ever made.. So, I did what any smart man would do.. I got help."

Casey smirks as the fans all chatter excitedly staring at Casey.

"Yeah help as in another man. Only one for now but I think with him, one is all I need. If Angel really wants to clean this place of 'sin' then I guess you better start preparing to take down this man. Because this man is one of the top three sinners I have ever met or that may ever exist. This man is an ECCW original and a personal friend of mine... this man's name is..."

Casey grins as he looks up the ramp expecting... well he knows who he fucking is.

OFF Yeah, you know who you are.

*As soon as the first words spoken by the song are heard, the crowd erupts in cheers. The cheers begin to grow even louder once Will walks out, mic in one hand and a bong in the other, in a Will Williams t-shirt. He walks to Casey with a giant grin on his face, staring at him as he climbs the steel steps and into the ring. After putting down the bong, he gives Casey a Christian side hug and begins to speak.*

Will: Been a while since I've...promo'd, mate. Let's hope I've still got it. So apparently that Mexican guy Angel Rodriguez is walking around talking about sinners or whatever.

*Casey quickly whispers something in Will's ear*

Will: Oh, the goth one? Not the Mexican? Righty. So apparently that goth kid Angel has been preaching about sin and how we are all sinners and how we need to be cleansed blah blah blah. Angel, you won't get rid of the sin in the world. You can't dictate that, no matter how many jobber, "Disciples" you obtain. Simply put as long as a guy like me is around, sin will also be around. I'm not going to stop doing what I'm doing. As a matter of fact...

*Will drops the mic and picks up the pre-packed bong, he pulls a lighter out of his pocket, lights it, and takes a hit. As the crowd roars, he picks up the mic.*

Will: Let the sin...begin!

OFF: Absoleutly digging this shit. Give me a second.

The Disciples' music hits, revealing Angel to insert himself on the ramp. Casey and Will do not look very surprised. His belt is strapped around his waist, and a microphone is in his hand. He is accompanied by Deacon Carmine to his right. His hulking figure almost casts Angel in his shadow. His music cuts.

"Seriously? You're grasping at straws now. Coming out here in a mask and trying to sucker these people in to cheering you. Too afraid to show your face now? I suppose so. Fortunately, I don't have to come out here and captivate the audience with a speech that sounds like I wrote it 5 minutes beforehand. Listen to them, both of you."

Angel holds the microphone toward the direction of the ring. The crowd comes alive.

"Angel! Angel! Angel!"

"Can you blame them? Who can deny that I have asserted myself to be the top competitor in ECCW? No one dares come in the way. Yet, you do. You claim to have underestimated me, I appear to have underestimated you. See, upon the creation of the Disciples, I did not think anyone would have the balls to openly defy me, nor any of the other members. Yet, you do. Both of you do. I've completely underestimated your stupidity. I came to you with open arms after I bested you a second time, which after the first time you think you would have approached the match a bit differently. But no, you charged in with a head of steam and I dropped you harder than a steaming pot of stew. So you bring Will in to this? I'll get to you in a second, William, give me a few moments. Apparently, you do not feel confident enough in your abilities to take me on singlehandedly, and the Disciples have yet to get involved in one another's matches, yet I can almost guarantee that I'll be able to see William here clear as day at ringside the next time we go at it. And guess what that's going to cause? The Disciples will be willing to go as well. Utter chaos. You can't beat me, William can't beat me, no one in that locker room, in any promotion, can beat me single handedly. Yet you believe that you can. I can't knock a guy for having beliefs, and I'll let you believe in what you want, but I'll be sure to tell these people exactly what else was going on in your head that night in your hotel room."

Angel pauses, licking his lips and looking tauntingly up at Williams and Casey.

"I can't sum it up in a statement, a reaction, or a phrase. Casey, you felt fear. That's evident by the mask you had to wear, and the fact that you had to call in backup. As for your backup, he's nothing but a washed up mid-card jobber who wouldn't be where he is today without the helping hand of Surge. Neither would you Casey, so don't you dare deny that. Surge brought you to the level that he felt he could easily take down, and he did during the tournament. William's leadership capabilities are so tremendously horrible that even his own two henchmen turned against him. Why? They didn't believe in what they were being told. Your whole idea of sin and avarice will kill you in time. However, living purely, without sin as I do will keep me at the top of my game like it has for the past several months. You're not the only one that's won a Money in the Bank briefcase either, Casey. I remember my first briefcase. It was modeled after the redesigned belt that I knew I would receive when I cashed it in on you, and thus, the belt you see here. Both of you are falling in line as I knew you would, and after I beat your former mentor and friend, you'll both kneel before me and abolish the sins from your lives. Casey, I gave you the same offer and opportunity that I have to so many before you. You could have joined the Disciples and learned from the best, or you could just squander your career away like you have been. You've made your choice. And I've made mine. The Disciples' are dead set upon eliminating the sin from this world, and it begins with the Anomaly."

Angel hands the microphone to Deacon.

"And it seems like you're dead set upon taking the belt from the champion. If you're so dead set upon getting this belt, how about the talking ends, and you man up and do something about it. You want the belt? Come... And... Get it."

The crowd erupts at that last statement. Angel stands in the same position he has been since his intervention. He unstraps the belt, holding it up tauntingly towards the ring.

The Legend of Casey wrote:

Future TJ wrote:

The Legend of Casey wrote:

OFF FUCKINGSHITDICKEDMANWHOREOFACOCKSUCKINGFAGGOT

I just had a decent response written -___- buuut of course my computer just had to restart itself.

While I'm rewriting this; thoughts on my promo?

off: It was good, made my follow-up look weak.

OFF Thank you lol and don't worry I'll set you up for the next one so you can get a bigger part

Don't worry about rewriting it. Respond to Angel's intervention. Or if Will wants to get a jump start on it and have a rebuttal for what Angel said until Casey responds, that'd be bomb titties.

Zadok wrote:

The Disciples' music hits, revealing Angel to insert himself on the ramp. Casey and Will do not look very surprised. His belt is strapped around his waist, and a microphone is in his hand. He is accompanied by Deacon Carmine to his right. His hulking figure almost casts Angel in his shadow. His music cuts.

"Seriously? You're grasping at straws now. Coming out here in a mask and trying to sucker these people in to cheering you. Too afraid to show your face now? I suppose so. Fortunately, I don't have to come out here and captivate the audience with a speech that sounds like I wrote it 5 minutes beforehand. Listen to them, both of you."

Angel holds the microphone toward the direction of the ring. The crowd comes alive.

"Angel! Angel! Angel!"

"Can you blame them? Who can deny that I have asserted myself to be the top competitor in ECCW? No one dares come in the way. Yet, you do. You claim to have underestimated me, I appear to have underestimated you. See, upon the creation of the Disciples, I did not think anyone would have the balls to openly defy me, nor any of the other members. Yet, you do. Both of you do. I've completely underestimated your stupidity. I came to you with open arms after I bested you a second time, which after the first time you think you would have approached the match a bit differently. But no, you charged in with a head of steam and I dropped you harder than a steaming pot of stew. So you bring Will in to this? I'll get to you in a second, William, give me a few moments. Apparently, you do not feel confident enough in your abilities to take me on singlehandedly, and the Disciples have yet to get involved in one another's matches, yet I can almost guarantee that I'll be able to see William here clear as day at ringside the next time we go at it. And guess what that's going to cause? The Disciples will be willing to go as well. Utter chaos. You can't beat me, William can't beat me, no one in that locker room, in any promotion, can beat me single handedly. Yet you believe that you can. I can't knock a guy for having beliefs, and I'll let you believe in what you want, but I'll be sure to tell these people exactly what else was going on in your head that night in your hotel room."

Angel pauses, licking his lips and looking tauntingly up at Williams and Casey.

"I can't sum it up in a statement, a reaction, or a phrase. Casey, you felt fear. That's evident by the mask you had to wear, and the fact that you had to call in backup. As for your backup, he's nothing but a washed up mid-card jobber who wouldn't be where he is today without the helping hand of Surge. Neither would you Casey, so don't you dare deny that. Surge brought you to the level that he felt he could easily take down, and he did during the tournament. William's leadership capabilities are so tremendously horrible that even his own two henchmen turned against him. Why? They didn't believe in what they were being told. Your whole idea of sin and avarice will kill you in time. However, living purely, without sin as I do will keep me at the top of my game like it has for the past several months. You're not the only one that's won a Money in the Bank briefcase either, Casey. I remember my first briefcase. It was modeled after the redesigned belt that I knew I would receive when I cashed it in on you, and thus, the belt you see here. Both of you are falling in line as I knew you would, and after I beat your former mentor and friend, you'll both kneel before me and abolish the sins from your lives. Casey, I gave you the same offer and opportunity that I have to so many before you. You could have joined the Disciples and learned from the best, or you could just squander your career away like you have been. You've made your choice. And I've made mine. The Disciples' are dead set upon eliminating the sin from this world, and it begins with the Anomaly."

Angel hands the microphone to Deacon.

"And it seems like you're dead set upon taking the belt from the champion. If you're so dead set upon getting this belt, how about the talking ends, and you man up and do something about it. You want the belt? Come... And... Get it."

The crowd erupts at that last statement. Angel stands in the same position he has been since his intervention. He unstraps the belt, holding it up tauntingly towards the ring.

*After staring down Angel for a while, Will chuckles to himself*
Will: Okay, let me get this out there so you know. My name is not William! It's Willard! Yes my mother was a cunt for naming me Will in the first place but at least get that right. And I know that I called you Angel Rodriguez earlier but that's because you have the name of a Mexican hoodrat. Anyway, I'll agree with you about something. I wouldn't be where I am right now had it not been for Surge, in many ways he served as my mentor just like Cyrus Black did to you and Casey. We've had our ups and downs but in the end we stuck through it all. Now let me get on the subject of my former proteges, you call me a horrible leader because they turned on me. And I will admit, I may not have been the best leader to them. I did use them for my own means, but it's not like Roger and Roy were decent people in the first place. They were pricks, sooner or later they'd turn on me anyway. And I think you're forgetting that this upper mid-card jobber is also the Crush Legends Champion who defeated a man who refers to himself as an ECCW Legend to obtain it. Anyways, Casey may be afraid but Jeez O'Peet who wouldn't be? I'd be calling in anybody that I could be too. You say that Casey's afraid but simply put he's doing what any rational person would do in this situation. You're a tatted up goth kid who has two other kids do whatever you tell them. You're William Randolph Hearst, running a smear campaign against something you don't like and disguising it as something closed minded people are afraid of. You're Thomas Putnam accusing people of being witches so you can get more land. But instead of hemp running your paper industry out of business, it's wrestlers that piss you off being labeled as sinners. You're a phony, Angel, too bad your Disciples can't see that.

Name: Stephen Blair
Gimmick: Cocky young guy, thinks he is perhaps the best in the world. Used to wrestle small independents. Now he wants to get a bigger status in wrestling.
Height: 6"2
Weight: 242 lbs
Hometown: San Antonio, Texas
Signatures:
-Superkick
-Argentine Neckbreaker
-Death's Door (Pedigree)
Finishers:
-Blair Bash (Skull Crushing Finale)
Entrance Music: Levels by Avicii
Status: Heel
Brand: Terror

Nova and Michael, both accepted.

Adam Jones is celebrating his victory over Billy Joe Campbell while looking for Dustin Shore.

[Evans is looking for Nova]

Stephen Blair arrives at the arena, a cocky smirk on his face. He seems to be proud of hismelf as he hs made it to the big leauges of Proessional Wrestling.

*Dustin Shore is seen backstage after having a good night on Crush, reading a book. He's waiting for someone to come along and accept his challenge for next week's show.*

Surge is thinking of doing a promo. He certainly has reason to. Dicks.

Surgeta wrote:

Surge is thinking of doing a promo. He certainly has reason to. Dicks.

I didn't do nothin'.

.nova. wrote:

John TPA wrote:

[Evans is looking for Nova]

Nova bumps into Evans but doesn't know who he is at first so he replies

"Watch where you're going fa--"

"Oh...Evans..sup Mate."

[Evans shoots a dirty look at Nova]

"You and I need really put our feet down and take those tag titles! We are going no where fast!"

Oriadon wrote:

*Dustin Shore is seen backstage after having a good night on Crush, reading a book. He's waiting for someone to come along and accept his challenge for next week's show.*

'The Hardcore Assassin', Adam Jones, walks up to Dustin Shore.

AJ: Hey there, I'm Adam Jones. I heard your challenge on Crush and I'm here to answer it. After all, I'll be in the Royal Crumble match and I beat Billy Joe Campbell on my debut, so I reckon it would be wise for you to face me next week.

John TPA wrote:

.nova. wrote:

John TPA wrote:

[Evans is looking for Nova]

Nova bumps into Evans but doesn't know who he is at first so he replies

"Watch where you're going fa--"

"Oh...Evans..sup Mate."

[Evans shoots a dirty look at Nova]

"You and I need really put our feet down and take those tag titles! We are going no where fast!"

[Nova looks at him then puts a hand up]

"Patients man...look, I know for fact that soon those titles will be around our waists, and I also know for a fact that there's no way in HELL that they're retaining so there's nothing to worry about.."

.nova. wrote:

John TPA wrote:

.nova. wrote:

John TPA wrote:

[Evans is looking for Nova]

Nova bumps into Evans but doesn't know who he is at first so he replies

"Watch where you're going fa--"

"Oh...Evans..sup Mate."

[Evans shoots a dirty look at Nova]

"You and I need really put our feet down and take those tag titles! We are going no where fast!"

[Nova looks at him then puts a hand up]

"Patients man...look, I know for fact that soon those titles will be around our waists, and I also know for a fact that there's no way in HELL that they're retaining so there's nothing to worry about.."

[Evans rolls his eyes]

"How can you be so sure? I am growing tired of losing title matches here..."

.nova. wrote:

John TPA wrote:

.nova. wrote:

John TPA wrote:

[Evans is looking for Nova]

Nova bumps into Evans but doesn't know who he is at first so he replies

"Watch where you're going fa--"

"Oh...Evans..sup Mate."

[Evans shoots a dirty look at Nova]

"You and I need really put our feet down and take those tag titles! We are going no where fast!"

[Nova looks at him then puts a hand up]

"Patients man...look, I know for fact that soon those titles will be around our waists, and I also know for a fact that there's no way in HELL that they're retaining so there's nothing to worry about.."

*Patience