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Post by seb on Jul 8, 2009 10:28:18 GMT -5
The car rolled to a stop in front of the XWA Arena. The door opened up and out stepped a man not even six foot tall. Maybe around five foot seven inches. Compared to many of the other men in XWA, he was short. That wasn't going to bother this gentleman. Not in the least.
He took a moment to look around at his new settings. Quite different from where he had came from. The air, not as clean. The sky, not as clear. He would adjust. He would need to since he would be here for the foreseeable future. He reached back and grab the bag that he brought along with him. Closing the car door behind him, he rubbed his hand against his nearly bald head.
He walked up the sidewalk, heading towards the doors to enter the building. Surely someone would notice him entering the building. A not so familiar face entering an unknown place, this would surely be a most interesting of times.
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Post by Chris Dynamite on Jul 14, 2009 12:06:22 GMT -5
And someone had noticed his entrance. Chris Dynamite was crossing the building forecourt with Emma Croft when he noticed the man enter. The newcomer stood out from the crowd of people milling about the building's entrance, and Dynamite felt the need to find out who he was - or (more importantly to his own mind) make sure the newcome knew him,
Who's he? Hang about here a sec Em, i feel an introduction is needed...
With trademark grin, and cocky stride Dynamite crossed to the building's entrance to intercept the man. Stretching out his hand he introduced himself with his normal 'humility'
Now, i don't think we've been introduced. It's not often i get to see a face i don't know at all around here. I'm Chris Dynamite, what do we call you?
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Post by seb on Jul 19, 2009 21:33:51 GMT -5
Sebastian looks at Chris Dynamite for a moment. In Sebastian's eyes, this guy didn't look like much. What the heck was the grin all about? Sebastian merely tilted his head to one side, then straight again. Sebastian merely shrugs at Chris Dynamite's response, and then tees off with one of his own.
Ich sorge mich nicht wirklich, wer Sie sind, oder, was Sie haben. Wenn Sie weiter auf meiner Weise stehen, werde ich Ihren Hals brechen und werde beenden, den auch immer rührender Ringkampfberuf den Sie haben. Ich bin nicht hier, Freunde zu machen. Ich bin nicht hier, Alliierte zu haben. Ich bin hier, peoeple zu verletzen. Ebene und einfach. Wenn Sie es, gut zu schlecht nicht mögen. Ich sorge mich nicht, dass Sie es mögen. Jetzt werden Sie aufhören zu grinsen, wie ein Idiot und Bewegung oder bin ich Sie durch eine Wand werde stellen müssen?[/b][/i]
OOC Translation ( this is merely for the audience. IC characters, unless they are experienced in the German tongue, will not understand what Sebastian is saying. ): I really don't care who you are, or what you have. If you continue to stand in my way, I am going to break your neck and end whatever pathetic wrestling career you have. I'm not here to make friends. I'm not here to have allies. I'm here to hurt peoeple. Plain and simple. If you don't like it, well too bad. I don't care that you like it. Now are you going to stop grinning like an idiot and move or am I going to have to put you through a wall?
Sebastian stood there with his arms crossed, waiting for Christian Dynamite's reply...If he was capable of understanding Sebastian that is....
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Post by MG on Jul 23, 2009 9:27:22 GMT -5
MG is high as a kite in his van with the van filled up with smoke. DJT was in the car also but they were kind of late to the Soul Suriviver show and had to speed there.
Oh crap man, I'm high as shit.
MG swirves into the front of the arena and hits Sebastian's car. MG comes out of the car as if somebody hit him then becomes suprised that he hit another car.
What the hell!!
DJT comes out of the van stoned.
Who hit us boss.
This was DJT's plan in getting MG arrested but nothing happened maybe people thought it was scripted.
I don't know man. *MG climbs his van and looks around* Hey!! Who mutha fucking car is this!! This better not be some new guy either!! I'm HIGH!! I'm PISSED!! And I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!!
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Post by Chris Dynamite on Jul 23, 2009 17:18:07 GMT -5
Dynamite's knowledge of German was limited, but he'd got the message that Sebastien was not too friendly towards him, and had offered to put him through a wall.
Despite the less than friendly reception Dynamite was never one to take a hint and back down. He did, however, have no intention of being beaten up in a crowded lobby, so ignoring Emma Croft's attempts to move him away he turned back to Sebastien to try and talk his way out,
Sooo... I can see your not in a great mood then my friend. Clearly you're new here, what brings you...
Suddenly he was interrupted by an almighty smash outside as a van careened into a parked car and MG stumbled out. Dynamite smirked as he plunged his hands into his pockets to see how this played out...
Here we go...
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Post by seb on Aug 1, 2009 19:35:14 GMT -5
: Luckily the car that was crashed into was not Sebastian's as he arrived by cab. Sebastian turned his head momentarily to look at the fool, MG doing what, apparently, he is doing best, which is, you guessed it, being a fool. Sebastian turns his head back towards Chris, then slaps him in the face to get his attention again and away from MG. Sebastian stares into Chris' eyes then responds in kind. :
Sie werden auf mich, nicht ein geistesschwach baffoon achten, der nicht weiß, wie sein eigenes Fahrzeug zu treiben. Sie wollten fragen, was ich hier für gekommen bin. Das ist einfach. Hübsche Jungen zu sehen, wie Sie Hälfte eingebrochen werden. Jenes hübsche kleine Gesicht zu sehen, dass von ihrem zerschnitten werden, damit es Ihren Geist bricht. Ich bin hier, die Gesamtheit von diesem organzation und jedem in ihm, jenem Ringkampf, zu zeigen, ist nicht nur ein Sport. Es ist nicht nur Unterhaltung, ist es eine Lebensart. Sie leben und Sie sterben Ringkampf und zu viel von Ihnen nehmen es für gewährt. Zu viel, dass nur untätig durch sitzen, wartend, ihren Moment zu haben. Zu wenige handeln, nehmend, was gerechterweise ihre und Brechenleute entlang des Wegs ist. Sie wissen, was ich in dieser Organisation sehe. Muschis. Ich sehe, dass zu viele Männer sich, die zu viel um Wollen sorgen, zu schlecht anschauen, dass sie ablehnen, zu erlauben, dass von sich in irgendeine Art einer Lage erhalten, die sie machen darf, anschaut schwach. Erraten Sie gut was? Ich bin hier, das zu ändern. Ich sorge mich nicht, wenn ich in einem 1 auf 1, 2 auf 1, 3 auf 1 oder mehr bin. Ich bin hier, irgendein anzunehmen, und alle fordern keine Materie die Größe heraus. An was denken so Sie jenen hübschen Muschijungen? [/b][/i]
Enlgish Translation for the viewers: You will pay attention to me, not some moronic baffoon that doesn't know how to drive his own vehicle. You were going to ask what I came here for. That's simple. To see pretty boys like you get broken in half. To see that pretty little face of yours get cut up so that it breaks your spirit. I'm here to show the entirety of this organzation and everyone in it, that wrestling, is not just a sport. It's not just entertainment, it is a way of life. You live and you die wrestling and too many of you are taking it for granted. Too many that are just sitting idlely by, waiting to have their moment. Too few are taking action, taking what is rightfully theirs and breaking people along the way. You know what I see in this organization. Pussies. I see too many men caring too much about wanting too look bad that they refuse to allow themselves get into any kind of a situation that may make them look weak. Well guess what? I'm here to change that. I don't care if I'm in a 1 on 1, 2 on 1, 3 on 1 or more. I'm here to accept any and all challenges no matter the size. So what do you think of that pretty pussy boy?
: Sebastian continue to stare Chris, looking him in the eye, waiting for his reply... :
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Post by MG on Aug 2, 2009 21:18:21 GMT -5
Hey! Hey you guy with that freaking loser Chris Dynamite!! Yeah I'm talking ta short ass bitch over there with the different language and shit!! You gonna get the benefit in meeting a guy like me!!
MG hops down from his car and walks over to the new guy while pushing over the crowding fans. When he get to the man he stears into his face.
Ayo!! Explain how you gonna pay for my damages forigein ass'd bitch!
the crowd goes "oooooooooo" after the statement
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Post by Chris Dynamite on Aug 3, 2009 2:56:28 GMT -5
(Takes place before MG’s interruption)
Sebastian’s slap dragged Dynamite’s attention away form the goings on outside. He was so shocked by it that he lost focus on what Sebastian was saying. Taking a moment to try and regain his composure he got right in the newcomer’s face.
Let me make one thing very clear to you ‘Little Man’, I don’t like you! You’ve turned up here babbling away in a foreign language, and then you have the audacity to hit me. Me! Do you have any idea who I am? No, of course you don’t because you’re clearly too wrapped up in your whole ‘Oooo I’m tough, I’m serious, ad look at me, I’m not even speaking English act!’ Give me one good reason not to knock you straight on your Germanic ass right here right now, becau…
Suddenly Emma Croft, seeing that Dynamite was going to get himself into trouble he probably couldn’t deal with, stepped in
Leave him, it’s not worth starting a fight here [whispering to Dynamite Do you really want to be starting a fight here? In public? God only knows who’s watching, or what would happen.
Dynamite pauses for a moment considering Sebastian, and trying to regain his composure. He steps back, looks Sebastian up and down, rolls his neck and smirks
So…you’re not a fan of my type? What is it you called me, a pretty boy? Let me let you into a little secret Captain Badass, in ring talent will only get you so far; you have to be able to sell yourself. Seriously, take a look at this company, all the top stars here have charisma, showmanship, the capacity to engage the people. You may not like me, but I have style and flair, you… you have a bad haircut and a worse attitude. Here’s a bit of information, from me to you, I don’t like you either, but at this rate I don’t think your going to be a problem to me. You see guys like you don’t matter, in the short run you put together a lacklustre few wins, in the long run you fade into obscurity. That’s the way of the world …
Before Dynamite could go on he is interrupted…
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