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Post by germandoom on Mar 3, 2009 16:59:00 GMT -5
GermanDoom, standing half in the shadow, half in the lightly moonlight, just puts out a cigarette with his dark boot. He breaths clamly out the smoke. "From the cradle to the enslaved soul... it's just a deep breath." He smiles lightly evil. "Lord, my soul is yours. I offer it to you, master. Light up my path and I will follow, just like you want it..." He stops talking. Behind the near corner, where no shadows beclouds the street, appears the sound of foot steps. GermanDoom makes a step backwards in the shadow to retain unseen.
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Post by jdberbank on Mar 3, 2009 17:11:16 GMT -5
Then, Out Of The Shadows, Steps J.D Berbank. He Has A Wad Of Cash In his Hand, And The J.D Berbank Shirt On. He Seems To Be Looking For Someone.
J.D Berbank:<Whispering> Money In The Bank. Salvage What You Drink, I Got Money In The Bank, Salvage What You Drink. <Now In Normal Voice> What A Great Song. Now Where Is He? I Had Something Important To Tell Him. But Where is He?
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Post by germandoom on Mar 3, 2009 17:18:45 GMT -5
"Who is where?" German steps a little out of the shadows, looking at J.D. "Do you search a body or a soul? Or just a name, which means nothing, in comparison with the lord, my master?" He takes a closer look at J.D. "New shirt?"
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Post by jdberbank on Mar 3, 2009 17:26:39 GMT -5
J.D Looks At His Shirt And Grins.
J.D Berbank:Yes, It Is. It's Selling Like Hotcakes In The Stores In Las Vegas. But Anyway, Your The Guy I'm Looking For. I Need To Discuss With You The Recent Happenings Of My opponent, Hand Of Death. We May Have A Problem. Care To Head To My Limo?
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Post by germandoom on Mar 3, 2009 17:33:15 GMT -5
"I feel fine right here, so let's stay here. So you think of problems? What kind of problem?" He pulls out his cigarette-box picking one and reaches it to J.D. "You like one?"
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Post by jdberbank on Mar 3, 2009 17:46:25 GMT -5
J.D Berbank:Naw Man, I'm Straight Edge, Just Like Your Former Friend Shane. But Anyway, We May Have A Problem. The Hand Of Death Has Been On A Huge Winning Streak, And Has Even Won A Title. He Is Entering As The Fan Favorite,And people Are Beting Against Me. We Need To Turn That Around, So The Billion Dollar Corporation Can stay as A Feared, Talented, And Skilled Group. And If We Can Do That, I'll Believe You Will Get More In Your Pay....<Shows The Money In His Hand>So....How Are We Going To Get The Advantage?
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Post by germandoom on Mar 3, 2009 17:55:08 GMT -5
German lights his cigarette and laughs evily. "J.D, ou are a champ too. A Tag Champ with me, so trust me if I say, that he will lose his match. There are sometimes... some accidents backstage." The makes a sign with his hands, symbolizing his 'Crixifixion Piledriver'. "There will be no chance to win for him, but you will be the shining star of BreakDown, that night."
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Post by jdberbank on Mar 3, 2009 18:06:07 GMT -5
J.D Grins Evilly.
J.D Berbank:Of Course, We Are a Team. And I Know That We Are Going to Win. This guy Has No Chance. You Know What, Your Right. I Mean, With You, Me, And Gabriel Together, Who Could possibly stop us?
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Post by germandoom on Mar 3, 2009 23:22:49 GMT -5
"Nobody. We are able to beat everyone. Till the PPV I will finish PAR, to support you and Gabriel. We will show them, what it means, to get squashed and the first victim ist is hand of death."
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