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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Apr 24, 2007 12:54:46 GMT -4
A path of destroyed production equipment led to a man on a single path of destruction toward his destination. He was none too pleased with how his latest match had turned out. Not only was he beaten by that laughable fool PornStar, he was defeated by THE MOST ridiculous move in all of wrestling. He overturned table after table, breaking light after light as he continued on his path to the office of Richard Hugh.....
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Post by Lana & Luthor on Apr 25, 2007 20:17:19 GMT -4
We watched as Mr. Taylor threw a fit on his way towards us. We stood by, coffee in hand, laughing at the whole display. What an idiot.
Hey Mike. Look at dis cat. He lossed to a former PornStar by getting humped in the ass on LIVE tv!
[glow=beige,2,300]HA! I saw Rog. This guy isn't even worthy of calling himself a wrestler after a loss like that.[/glow]
We both stood by, laughing at Mr. Taylor's expense. He began to approach us after hearing what we had to say. |
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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Apr 25, 2007 21:00:21 GMT -4
*PERMISSIONED* Taylor makes his way directly towards the men joking about him. Without warning, he unleashes a fierce punch to the face of Roger Jackson. He flies into the wall, his coffee flying everywhere, before he drops to the ground holding his jaw in pain. Mike Wayne stands in place, his jaw dropped in utter shock from what he just saw. He didn't see the fist flying for his eye however, which knocked him over the table full of catered food and drinks behind him. Roger began to recover from the last shot, only to receive a swift kick to the side of the head, dropping him back to the floor. Several boots follow, causing his blood to begin to flow from his mouth and forehead. Taylor turned around, catching a punch to his jaw from Mike Wayne. These announcers weren't wrestlers though. Taylor looked back to Wayne with a smile on his face, a small trickle of blood in the corner of his mouth. Wayne was left surprised, cauing him to receive another unexpected blow, this time to his stomach. Taylor grabbed him by the back of this jacket, then sent him face first into the wall across the hallway. Wayne smacked the cold concrete, then hit the floor with a thud as he lay unconscious. Taylor looked back to Jackson on the floor, smiling at his work. Just as he began to walk off, he noticed the door of Richard Hugh beside where Roger Jackson laid on the floor. A smile crept across his face. Moments later, Roger Jackson was sent flying through the door and Taylor stormed in afterwards, a furious look on his face. He walked up to the desk as Hugh began questioning him about what had just happened..... |
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Post by dick on Apr 25, 2007 21:10:55 GMT -4
"What the..."
//All that escaped his lips as Roger Jackson was sent crashing through his door. His door! As if it wasn't enough he had a revolt going growing to go against him, thanks to Mr. Shaddix for that information, now he had people breaking his door down? He stood up quickly from his desk and slammed his hands down as Michael Taylor came sauntering in. He basically growled out to him as he did so, eyes showing that he was pretty much infuriated.\\
"What the Hell is the meaning of this Taylor? Well?! Get to talking!" |
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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Apr 25, 2007 21:18:24 GMT -4
Taylor's eyes quickly narrowed as he grit his teeth while Hugh yelled at him. He walked straight up to the desk, getting in the face of his General Manager.
I'll tell you what it is. These stupid bastards and their fucking biased commentary. They put that piece of shit Buck Wylde over me while you sat back here on your fat ass and did nothing about it! Your to blame as much as they are for ME being overshadowed by some sick joke of a wrestler like that bastard. Either you fix the situation or your going to end up just like Roger over there.
He points back to Roger Jackson on the floor behind him as he speaks to Hugh, obviously furious now. His chest rose up and down as he breathed heavily in and out, his anger rising as the argument ensued.
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Post by dick on Apr 25, 2007 21:29:03 GMT -4
'Well, I'm sorry Mr. Taylor... I'm sorry that you can't seem to find the strength to pull out a win on Mr. Wylde. It isn't our announcer's fault. It isn't even my fault. The only person to blame for this... Is yourself! Blame yourself for being too incompetent to compete well in the squared circle. I suggest you hit the gym and get some extra training in before you complain to me about losing to Buck. Now... Are we done here, Mr. Taylor?"
//Argument was heating and it was heating fast as he breathed out deeply, hands firmly placed against the desk, pressing down against it harshly. He was in no mood for this. For someone whining to him about losing a match or two.\\ |
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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Apr 25, 2007 21:35:40 GMT -4
No, Hugh, YOU don't understand! You and your idiotic staff have had it in for me since I got here. For some reason, you choose to put these saps who were made famous by OTHER PLACES over an APW ORIGINAL superstar! You make APW look bad by making these bullshit veterans look good! Your referees, your soon to be EX announce team courtesy of ME, and YOU especially have been screwing me over since day ONE! I WILL NOT take it any more! You WILL take care of those pieces of shit like Buck Wylde and put a DESERVING man in ME in the spotlight WHERE I SHOULD BE! UNDERSTAND?!
Taylor slammed his fists down on the desk as well. The testosterone level was rising in the room. Things could go from bad to worse very quickly if this keeps up.
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Post by dick on Apr 25, 2007 21:44:54 GMT -4
"Ha... Hahaha..."
//Yes, thats right, he began to laugh at what he believed to be utter bullshit spewed by Taylor. He shook his head as his laughter grew in magnitude, seeming to almost echo out in the office. Slowly, very slowly, it began to calm his head hanging down, looking at the desk.\\
"You'll have to pardon me for laughing Mr. Taylor. But that... that's just too funny. You really think someone of your skill, or lack there of, should deserve to be in the spot light with the likes of Shaddix, Vegas, and Jason Cross? Three among many of our great talent... You can't even pull a simple win out on Buck Wylde and you wish to be thrust into the proverbial spot light? If you don't get rid of this attitude you've gotten recently I'll see to it personally that you be a curtain jerker for the rest of your career." |
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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Apr 25, 2007 21:53:22 GMT -4
*PERMISSIONED* Without warning, a fist came flying at Hugh's face, connecting with his left eye and dropping him to the ground instantly.
I WILL NEVER BE A CURTAIN JERKER YOU SON OF A BITCH! I'M TEN TIMES THE WRESTLER ANY OF THOSE PEEONS ON THE ROSTER WILL EVER BE!
He grabbed a chair with his right arm, flinging it across the room. The chair hit the wall, breaking in two after doing so. Taylor glared down at an absolutely stunned Hugh, huffing and puffing as his anger was through the roof! He then turned around and stormed out of the office, giving Roger one last stiff kick to the ribs as he passed him by. He took off down the hallway, heading for his locker room to gather his things before leaving the building. Action would surely be taken for what he did. What punishment would await him when they reached their next destination? |
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Post by dick on Apr 27, 2007 22:54:39 GMT -4
//Five minutes had passed. Five minutes he lay there on the floor, groaning in pain from the shot Taylor did to him. He sat up slowly, pushing himself up to his feet slowly. He'd have a shiner tomorrow, that was for sure. His head was pounding, grave mistake Mr. Taylor.\\
"Grave mistake indeed, Mr. Taylor..."
//He picked up the reciever to the phone, holding it up to his ear as he punched the number to Casey Angel. Several rings and she finally picked up.\\
"Hello, Miss Angel. Yes, well, I've just been assaulted by one of the rowdier men on the roster, Mr. Taylor... Yes, yes... No, no, suspension is letting him off too easy. I'm thinking of something better... Yes, that's correct, no supension necessary. It seems he isn't on the card for Karma & Effect as far as I can remember... Put him on the card, Hardcore Match, and I'll keep the opponent under wraps until its time for the match, keep him guessing, you see. Yes, thank you Miss Angel. Good day."
//Sighing he hung the phone up and sat down in his seat, leaning back as he closed his eyes. He had the perfect opponent in mind. Someone he was almost certain wouldn't let him down. If he did? Well, there was other ways of dealing with Mr. Taylor now wasn't there? He breathed out deeply, angrily.\\ |
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