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Post by Sean Freedom on Apr 1, 2008 22:10:11 GMT -4
Driving down the roads... he had a black Escalade ready for him, courtesy of his step-father. It was nice to have rich parents wasn’t it? With a smile on his face, he had one hand on the steering wheel, driving down the roads of Toronto, Canada. Passing the CN Tower, he nodded.
“Going to have to go visit that while I’m here.”
Continuing down the road, he seen a billboard... more like a light up sign, reading “Action Packed Wrestling Ahead”.
“Action Packed Wrestling, eh? Heh, “Eh” I’m already starting to sound Canadian. Meh, let’s check it out...”
Continuing to drive down the roads, the arena itself was there... for an upcoming show. Superstars must be around. Maybe even the staff. Parking the car, stepping out her stretched. His glasses on his face and his leather jacket on his back, he entered the back of the arena, beginning to walk around. |
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Post by Kenisha Williams on Apr 1, 2008 22:22:19 GMT -4
...And who just happened to be in the arena at this moment? Human Crack in the Flesh himself, Jay Crack, stood there posted up against the wall. Lifting his right hand up to his face, he takes the burning blunt from his lips. Exhaling a cloud of marijuana smoke into the air above him. Hearing the sound of footsteps coming his way, he turns his head to look who it was. An unfamiliar face? He hadn't seen this person around before. Perhaps it was a new recruit? Either way, he simply just greeted this man with a simple nod of the head. Lifting the blunt back up to his lips and taking a quick drag from his blunt again. Then he lowered it again to see what the man's reaction to the nod... |
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Post by Sean Freedom on Apr 1, 2008 22:49:34 GMT -4
Walking by, Sean smells the scent of something he can’t put his finger on... He scratches his chin as he sees a man nod at him as he walked by. Sean then stopped in his tracks, turning back to look at the man as he removed the glasses from his face.
“Ah, so that’s what I was smelling... Was starting to wonder for a moment... What’s up, names Sean Freedom...” |
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Post by Kenisha Williams on Apr 1, 2008 22:55:28 GMT -4
"What it is Freedom? Names Crack nigga. Jay Crack."
Another cloud of smoke exits the lips and nostrils of Jay. Pausing for a moment. He looked this dude up and down. He had seen this cat before. Or maybe he had just heard his name before. But from where? And when? He'd have to think about it. He was sure he had seen that name somewhere down the road. Shrugging it off, he went on to continue....
"I ain't seen you around these parts before. I take it that you're probably one of the new cats I've heard been running around these parts..." |
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Post by Sean Freedom on Apr 1, 2008 22:59:54 GMT -4
Sean nods as he scratches his chin.
“I guess you could say that. I’ve heard about here before, but never really had the time to come check it out at first hand. I figured, now that I’ve got loads of time on my hands, then why not come out and see just what APW’s all about. Plus, yeah I’m looking for somewhere else to wrestle, and since I’m here... this could just be the place.” |
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Post by Kenisha Williams on Apr 1, 2008 23:10:03 GMT -4
"Well then... Take a look around. This... is pretty much APW in a nutshell."
Jay looked to the left. Then he looked to the right. Didn't really see anyone in halls at the moment. People must be off doing their own thing or probably not in the arena. Shrugging his shoulders. He turned his attention back over to this Freedom dude.
"It's a pretty good place, I'd say. I've been here for quite awhile. This spot is pretty small and kind of slow at the moment. But hey... If we get more people like you around... That could very well change. Ya know what I'm saying? Get more members on the roster like you and the other cats I've heard been getting recruited through word of mouth.... Place should shape up. Just bare with the slowness at the moment. We're kind of in a rebuilding process cause I guess the last people who used to run the place fled the city or some shit. And a couple of other chicks took the spot over. So... We ain't the top of the line spot at the moment but uhh... We're getting there." |
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Post by Sean Freedom on Apr 1, 2008 23:20:34 GMT -4
“Whether the company be small or big, it doesn’t matter to me... All I want is a place where I can do what I love, being wrestling... and enjoy doing it at the same time. So I’ll definitely be taking the time to look over this place, and decide if I can call this... home. Seems pretty nice to me so far actually...” |
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Post by Kenisha Williams on Apr 1, 2008 23:26:09 GMT -4
"More power to ya nigga. If you think you can call this place home? That's good. That's real good. That's what I'm hoping to see more of. Need more people to stick around and plan to be in it for the long ride ahead."
Lifting the blunt to his lips, Jay takes another drag from the blunt. Nodding his head as he does so. Pulling the blunt out and lowering it. He looks back at Freedom.
"You get your contract signed yet?"
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Post by Sean Freedom on Apr 1, 2008 23:28:41 GMT -4
“Not yet, no.”
Sean pauses crossing his arms.
“Just got in town actually. Decided to come check things out around here before heading to the staff offices. I’ll most likely be heading there soon actually.” |
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Post by Kenisha Williams on Apr 1, 2008 23:50:17 GMT -4
"Cool, cool."
Nodding his head, Jay paused for a moment. Exhaling the smoke again.
"Got any plans for what you're looking to accomplish here in APW? Besides having a home and continuing your job?" |
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Post by Sean Freedom on Apr 2, 2008 15:03:15 GMT -4
Sean scratches his chin as he nods, followed by crossing his arms.
“Plans? Of course. First being, getting the contract signed... second, working my way up to a position that I will be respected at, eventually... hopefully... capturing the APW World Title...”
Sean pauses.
“Speaking of the World Title... I heard there was an ex-boxer holding the title?” |
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Post by Kenisha Williams on Apr 2, 2008 16:12:12 GMT -4
"Ah yes... Our so-called new champion of APW...."
...He says with a shake of his head. Gah... He hated that dude so much right now. Stopped him at the first big opportunity in a battle royal. Was the same man the screwed him out of a later time slot for the Elimination chamber in the last battle royal. And he was the same man that eliminated him from the World Championship match. Could you say Jay liked this guy? Probably not so much.
"Some big red afro headed nigga named Joe Bruiser. Dude managed to grab himself the World Championship last pay per view. Lucky sumbitch..."
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Post by Sean Freedom on Apr 2, 2008 18:38:37 GMT -4
“Alright then. Didn’t know the fro’s where still in style to be honest, but hey... who am I to judge.”
Sean slightly laughs.
“The guys the champ, so I guess he must be good then?” [/color][/center] |
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Post by Kenisha Williams on Apr 2, 2008 19:36:30 GMT -4
He lifted his free hand up a little bit and began to shake it. Indicating that the skills of this Joe Bruiser were a little iffy, in his opinion.
"Meh... I wouldn't be able to tell you that. From what I seen... The dude's okay. He's alright. Ain't nothing special. Ain't really impressed me much. We've faced off a few times... But we had four other people involved in the match as well... So... I couldn't necessarily judge it myself. Not unless we went head to head in singles. Then I might be able to evaluate his skills a little more. No other people wearing us down and being a distraction. Ya know? I can see what this Bruiser cat is all about by his lonesome. Not with a bunch of other dudes around to help him fight or get in the way."
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Post by Sean Freedom on Apr 2, 2008 21:01:41 GMT -4
“Ah, I see. Multi-man matches are always unpredictable. It could go any way. Must’ve been an action packed match though, with that gold on the line. So I’m guessing you’ll be hoping to get Bruiser one on one right? Looks like you’ve got your eyes on that championship as well.” |
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Post by Kenisha Williams on Apr 2, 2008 21:08:00 GMT -4
"It's on my list of things to do later on. I've had my chances recently... But... I figured I'd let others have some time to shine. Being the World Champion is on my agenda, but I've got more important things on my mind currently. Perhaps I'll get around to it later but uhhh... I've had my rounds with the previous champion that didn't pan out so great. Kind of hard to beat someone three or four times your size in height and weight. But... Meh... I'll let others shine. When I feel like getting that title around my waist... You'll know when it's time. Hahaha..." |
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Post by Sean Freedom on Apr 2, 2008 21:35:32 GMT -4
“Haha, yeah I guess I will. I get what your saying as well. I guess it is pretty hard to step into the ring with a guy four times your size an beat them. But what are your plans for right now? Just to lay low and fight who you can find, or do you got some people in mind you’ve been wanting to go after?” |
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Post by Kenisha Williams on Apr 3, 2008 1:01:51 GMT -4
Raising an eyebrow. Was this dude serious? Lay low and fight people he can find? Shaking his head. Jay was no chump. Big ass roid freaks or not, he'd go out in a blaze of glory no matter how big his opponent was. That was the curse of being a shorter dude. Oh well. Fuck it.
"Nah. I got bigger fish to fry. Why be ontop of the division with a title belt...? When you can simply run the company with an iron fist? Ya feel me? I ain't giving any details or nothing away. Just be prepared in the future nigga. There's a storm brewing. Shits about to get major in the future. You might want to get some protection or some shit nigga. Hahahaha... Things are going to get hectic later."
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Post by Sean Freedom on Apr 4, 2008 0:04:22 GMT -4
“Haha, alright man, thanks for the heads up. I’ll be sure to keep an extra eye over my shoulder from now on. Protection? Nah, not needed. Whatever this “Storm Brewing” may be, I’ll be ready for it haha.”
Sean takes a look around, seeming satisfied as he nods his head. |
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Post by Kenisha Williams on Apr 5, 2008 16:45:54 GMT -4
"Nigga must think this is a joke... Oh well..."...Jay thought to himself as he just smirked. Shaking his head. He simply just replied to this dude...
"Good, good. You get ready. Don't want the roster to be dropping like flies cause niggas is getting hurt in the ring or getting too damn scared to show their faces around the way."
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