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Post by Rowen Fireheart on Jun 16, 2010 2:02:44 GMT -5
Under a full moon, a clocked man can be seen walking towards the rubble. A full length hooded jacket covers all of the man's features. he walks around the site, surveying and remembering.
About two hours lately, the man leaves. The only thing left after his departure is a three foot high by 8 foot wide section of the wall that was recently put back together.
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Post by Patriot Adam Rogers on Jun 17, 2010 15:30:50 GMT -5
An Eagle lands on the Wall. His mind is on fire.
Was this place not just a pile of rubble? This Place has been in shambles, but now a semblance of Order has been restored. This wall is no longer in total dissarray, but now it stands tall, if only for 8 feet. Can this place be restored? Can Order defeat Chaos, and leave this place to stand on its own Two Feet again as the mighty kingdom it once was..? The Eagle certainly hopes so...
The Eagle turns and flies away, hoping to return someday...
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Post by Patriot Adam Rogers on Jun 17, 2010 15:32:34 GMT -5
OOC: Rowen, if you ever decide to reform TWA, you've got a VGM in me...
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Post by jdberbank on Jun 18, 2010 16:41:58 GMT -5
Under a full moon, a clocked man can be seen walking towards the rubble. A full length hooded jacket covers all of the man's features. he walks around the site, surveying and remembering. About two hours lately, the man leaves. The only thing left after his departure is a three foot high by 8 foot wide section of the wall that was recently put back together.
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Post by Patriot Adam Rogers on Jan 22, 2011 19:24:22 GMT -5
Helloooooo! (Echo: Hello! Hello! hello!)
NOOO! They're all gone!!!
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Post by jdberbank on May 2, 2011 18:18:22 GMT -5
The rebuilt rubble has crumbled. It's once again nothing more. And yet, the spirit of TWA lives on over two years later. It's contributions to the world of professional wrestling will not be forgotten. To one man and his wonderful wife, fans thank will thank them for what they created, no longer watching, or still watching today. If they caught at least one minute of the action that TWA showcased, they knew they were looking at something special. And not only did the fans know it, but the wrestlers did too.
Outside the area, a large limo pulled up in front of the remains. It's been so long since he took a relook at the place he used to belong to. He has since lived on to make a memorable career, being the bad guy that everyone talked about. Now in semi-retirement, he decided to make a visit to the old memory box.
Stepping out in an all black suit, you could feel the sadness coming off of him. To think about how it's been since it all ended, kinda amazing to think about how far he's come. Before any of his titles, this was his starting place. This was the beginning. This was his life. This, was his home.
With a slow pace in his feet, he knelt down and placed a red rose onto the rubble. Even though you couldn't see his face, he was about to shed a tear.
Hang in there, old pal.
With a small sniff, he looked back at history, and slowly left to his limo.
To TWA and it's alumni, no longer playing or still around, I love you guys.
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