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Post by samson on Feb 21, 2007 9:38:23 GMT -5
Marcus Samson slips into some street clothes after a shower, satisfied with the performance he showed in his first XWA match. Just a black shirt, jeans and boots as he throws his gear back in his bag and hoists it up over his shoulder.
Good night...it was a good night...
He opens the door to his locker room and suddenly...
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Post by tiger on Feb 21, 2007 16:16:52 GMT -5
*W/ Permission*
A group of well dressed Black men charge out of the room. 1 tackles Samson to the ground, while the others all begin punching and kicking him. The continue the beating until Tiger himself step through the crowd. He orders 2 of hi henchmen to hold Samson up.
Look at this face, Samson. LOOK AT IT. I did this to you. Tiger Jackson. NO 1 beats Tiger Jackson. NO 1!!!
Tiger rears back and back hands Samson. As he falls to the floor, Tiger kisses his "Pimp hand" and exclaims.
You' just been PIMPED, playa. Gentlemen...Let us take our leave.
They leave a beaten Samson prone outside of his dressing room.
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Post by samson on Feb 21, 2007 19:21:28 GMT -5
Samson drags his body up from the floor using the wall as support. It was quick and it was hard the beating he just took, fast enough that security couldn't see a thing and hard enough to leave the ex-powerlifter groggy.
You...sonofabitch...Jackson...
JACKSOOOONNNN!!!
His teeth grit as he leans forward on a single knee.
I'm not just going to beat you...now I'm going to beat you down.
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Post by flamez on Feb 22, 2007 21:08:57 GMT -5
Flamez had just taken a shower after his match with the Daredevil. Despite the fact that he lost, Jason was greatly impressed.
Flamez: Damn, that guy's got some mad skills. As soon as I find him I should...
Suddenly he spots a couple of people who looked like they popped out of a mafia movie, including a man wearing all orange with black stripes. They walked out of the locker room and as soon as they left, Jason looked a little confused.
Flamez: Okay, when I see a group of people like that leave, it's mostly because their escaping the scene of a crime.
Jason walks over to the locker room and see's one of the wrestler's beaten down to the point he was down on his knee. Flamez rushed over but didn't do anything beyond that because of how big this man was.
Flamez: I take it Tony the Tiger Jackson and his goons payed you a little visit? |
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Post by samson on Feb 25, 2007 7:59:58 GMT -5
Samson growls as he rises to his feet, nothing aimed at Mears...just generally in a bad mood at the moment.
So that's how it's gonna be, spoiled bastard's gonna call on his boys to do the dirtywork for him cuz he can't do it himself...argh.
Still wincing in a bit of pain, he tries to regain his bearing.
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Post by flamez on Feb 26, 2007 22:04:44 GMT -5
Flamez: I've got an idea. Since I'm facing him in this little tournament, how you come down with me and I'll be sure to throw him to the outside a bit for old times sake.
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