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| Deleted User | Jul 18 2010, 08:53 AM Post #1 |
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Truly, the revelation bestowed upon me (Ryan Pugh playing it FedEx, delivering the 'astounding', 'earth-shattering' update), did not strike me with any level of surprise. Upon Hardagree bestowing me with his 'Fuck Morgan' text message-my premier introduction to Hardcore Hangout-I subsequently veiled the factor from my conscious thoughts. I nary would permit any harm befall the man whom had subsequently become unto family, at my hand. Previously, during my era of spearheading my Corporate Ministry into a position of unfathomable-albeit brief dominance, the value of a human life was minuscule-at its grandest-eviscerate all living souls-at its lowest ebb. That being said, harming my best friend was not peaking my 'Things I Relish' list, at number one. Ryan's 'earth-shattering' revelation surfaced, within my conscious thoughts, the dreaded text message rising from the depths to-once again-wreck havoc with my delicate psyche. My complexion had indeed pallored, causing my ghostly appearance. Ryan's unyielding concern, for my health and state of mind, did not bring about any sort of complexion alteration. The salad remained virtually untouched; my appetite nullified by the resurfacing of the mindbogglingly tragic ebb and flow, of the recent events. Gertrude... I had stated, vowing to Carl, that my presence would be recognized that very evening. Such was, with no inkling of a doubt, going to be postponed. I reasoned that Ryan and I could have driven from our current position (an Atlanta, Georgia Olive Garden) to Greensboro, upon completion of The Alliance meeting. The combined efforts of my sixty-one year old aunt undergoing open heart surgery, and fate anal raping me with a match against Ryan did ill for my appetite. The Ranch dressing drizzled over the Romain lettuce ordinarily would have been most appetizing. Such was not the case. A sharp jab, to the ribs, roused me from my revery. Turning my head, I noted a beefy, hair encrusted hand being retracted. My eyes drifted upward, from the fist to the long, black haired mug of Ryan Pugh. "Yo, what's your deal, man? You aint touched your salad." The concerned query, coupled with the astute observation, by my comrade did nothing to inwardly touch me, nor did his observation-concerning my meal-urge me to eat. Ryan, however, spared no time drowning his steak in A-1, nor did the others-upon scanning the remainder of my comrades. Chainz followed suit to Ryan, drowning his steak in A-1. Fongule and Bracken had barely touched their plates, opting to engage in a 'drink off'; the cases of Miller High Life-shredded into veritable confetti-by their feet, had been smuggled in. The 'how' Patrick Bracken and Mr. Fongule had brought the deed to fruition escaped me. Perhaps the duo had bribed the manager, else Fongule dittled our waitress, whom opted to keep their actions discreet. Regardless, I did not press them. Steele was relishing the body of his champagne, undeterred by my inactivity. He had subsequently calmed a bit, albeit Fongule...being Fongule perturbed him greatly. His entree appeared to be a quarter of the way consumed. Ryan's question persisted to linger in the air. His titanic hand gripped my shoulder; my gaze returned to where it had begun: Staring at the floral patter, of the lace, beneath the glass tabletop. "Man, what's eating at you? Is it Gertrude, the match...what?" My massive friend's grip tightened on my shoulder; my hands clasped onto my khaki clad lap. I pursued my lips-Ryan was, seemingly, the sole individual who clearly was a true friend. Chainz... Steele... Fongule and Bracken... They were all preoccupied with their own, inner, selfish desires-unaffected by their stablemate's...ally's inner plight. "I am...not hungry, Ry." My deadpan reply, coupled with my stoic expression, caused Ryan to release his grip on my shoulder. From my peripheral, I noted Ryan sigh then shake his head. "If this is concerning the match-don't worry, Matt, I'll go easy on you." The reply did nothing to quell the fear residing within: This was not concerning the match, quite to the extent that it concerned my...Ryan's... During my previous stint in the SWA, I did not posses a plethora of friends. Chainz... As I have previously covered, he was unto a brother. He and I were veritable Siamese twins-joined at the hip. That relationship gradually deteriorated, until... Upon returning to the SWA, it seemed as though he were akin to a 'stablemate', 'ally'-certainly-but not a true friend. This too I have previously covered. The Salvatones, Curtis and Amy, disowned me-ostracized me (as previously stated)-upon my personality shift to the head of my Ministry. My Ministry... That was a predestined disaster, just waiting to happen. Heat, Necrofrost, Petey Will Young, Sean Shark, even...LahTay... All of them were business associates, certainly not friends. That was how I perceived the relationship, though they may have inwardly seen otherwise. Ryan Pugh was a true friend: He cared for me, as did his Sarah. Truly, they were two of the stark few I possessed. Disregarding what Olsen stated, despite he guaranteeing his friendship, that persisted to nag at me. I was aware that, in the bowels of my inner being, I possessed but three, true friends: Olsen, Ryan and Sarah Pugh. 'Easy on me', Ryan had stated. I was no copout, but I certainly did not wish for he to do even that- go 'Easy on me'. The surge of ambient noise emitting just to my right, on the parts of Fongule and Bracken, roused me from my conscious thoughts-never mind, upon gazing about, attracting un-wished eyes upon me. Murmurs of "It's The Alliance" emitted into my vastly over sensitive ears. "Ry, I am not going to wrestle you." My whispered response held the desired effect of catching his ear. "What?!" His bewildered outburst gained the attention of Chainz and Steele. Fongule and Bracken had polished off a second...third case of Miller, then subsequently passed out into their plates of pasta. "I shall lie down, and you may pin me, but I shall not wrestle you, Ryan." My stoic expression remained; the bewildered expressions plastered on the faces of my sober comrades spoke volumes. I suppose that the fans (those whom has uttered "It's The Alliance") thought better of impeding upon our discussion. Pugh downed the quarter of his remaining Mountain Dew, as Chainz and Steele downed a bit of their respective beverages-resuming eating, collecting his thoughts. "What happened to the 'hardcore', 'ass-whooping' Campbell from a year ago?" My best friend's question was met with nods from Chainz and Steele. I cleared my throat, hefted up the glass of water, bringing it to my lips; the cool liquid rushed down my gullet. Returning the glass to the table, I replied to my friend's query. "He died in Paris. I am all the positive vibes, kindness and love that was bottled up, when I had been possessed. My response gained a...smile from Ryan. Chainz seemed to be processing the information, while Steele sighed and poured himself another glass of champagne. Fongule and Bracken remained out cold, in their pasta sauce. I breathed heavily, shoving myself away from the table, rising from my seat. Despite being but ten feet from my previous location, there was no, feasible way for me to heft a three hundred thirty-three pound Italian, provided I were seated. I rounded the table, paying the comments-from female patrons-concerning my 'ass in those slacks' no mind. Reaching Fongule and Bracken, I hefted the Italian out of his spaghetti, shoved the cans of Miller and plate of spaghetti away-with the hand not clutching his skull-subsequently lowering him into the cleared area. Bracken was next. Lifting the skull of the legend out of his pasta, I shoved away the cans and plate with my free hand-repeating the process of placing him into the cleared area. "Don't let go, Sasha, I aint cum...yecht..." Bracken mumbled, and I released his skull. I quickly returned to my seat, no wishing to be educated as to what flowed through 'The Professor's river of thoughts. I reached my seat, welcomed by a beaming Ryan Pugh. "What are you beaming over?" My question was met with Ryan hefting up his champagne glass, tapping it with his steak knife. "Chainz, Steele, drunk fuckheads...allow me to propose a toast, to my best friend: A man who clearly wishes to take an in-ring loss over losing me as a friend. Class act." I was not certain if he was mocking my opting to take a loss, or if the toast was genuine, but... How he hell was he aware of the 'why'? Chainz hefted his glass upward, and did Steele-albeit reluctantly-however... "Hey! Fuckgule! Brackshit! Wake up!" Pugh's booming voice gained unwanted attention again, causing me to slink into my seat-wishfully out of sight. Pugh was met with Fongule and Bracken snoring in response. "Know what? Fuck them." Pugh stated, cocking an eyebrow at my not partaking in the toast. "Homie, this toast is for you. What's the deal?" Pugh's glass remained aloft; Chainz and Steele fingered their glasses awaiting my response. "I...no longer drink alcohol, Ry...Chainz...Steele." My reply was met with bewildered stares plastered on the faces of my sober companions. "Would you mind repeating that?" Chainz queried, placing the glass onto the table. "I had some 'What the fuck' in my ear!" His mock clearing of his ear, with his pinky finger, was the sole action that declared me a misfit among The Alliance. In the EBWF I came here to prove myself to everyone, what a 7 foot monster can do. I am here to show I can fight whether it is part of a stable or as a singlet. |
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| Deleted User | Jul 22 2010, 10:27 PM Post #21 |
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I have apoligised for lying, what else is there I can do? Because I will do quite alot. M |
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| Deleted User | Jul 22 2010, 10:29 PM Post #22 |
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FOR THE LULZ |
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| Ashlee | Jul 22 2010, 10:31 PM Post #23 |
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Actually, you hadn't apologized for lying until that point. (Also, I had you confused with the guy who played 'The Rock'. That was the guy who used characters without permission.) But we're having an OOC conversation about why you plagiarized a RP. I do not understand why you keep signing all of your correspondence 'Matt', or why you talked about being 7'2... because if you have time to RP, I'm guessing you are most assuredly not. So, how about we get to know the real you. Hi. I'm Ashlee. I play Wes Ikeda, Nicole Ikeda, Trish Stratus, Edge, Joanie Helmsley...and about a dozen more! I have owned EBWF for 9 years, and I'm a Radio Producer/Talent at WebmasterRadio.FM. I live in Fort Lauderdale, Florida with my boyfriend and our two cats. What's your name, where you from, what do you do? |
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| Deleted User | Jul 22 2010, 10:36 PM Post #24 |
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Hi. My name is Matt. I live at home with my father, brother, sister and Cat (Oscar Cardozo DelaHoya Hoskins - His full name :) ) I live in Dorset, United Kingdom. I also Live with my mum when dad is at work. I have 2 other sisters who are all grown up and working in the big cities. and one brother who is much older who is a prison guard, the siblings I live with are either at school or has just left school to work. Is that Ok :) |
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| Ashlee | Jul 22 2010, 10:40 PM Post #25 |
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Your cat has an awesome name! Welcome to EBWF. We're glad you're here Matt. Let us know if we can help you write some killer RPs! (PS. It's 5am, go to sleep! lol) |
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| Deleted User | Jul 22 2010, 10:47 PM Post #26 |
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Before the Miz Match I stayed up intill about 7am.. :L Thankyou, It does feel alot better now. My character will have a big change now. Thankyou for the support ashlee. It does make a whole lot of difference! I named my cat and I am very proud (Reason behind the name: Oscar Cardozo - Footballer, Oscar De La Hoya - My faverarout ever Boxer, Hoskins - My surname) So now you know my full name, Matthew Hoskins M |
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| Ashlee | Jul 22 2010, 10:51 PM Post #27 |
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Aw yeah, you signed up Rob Terry today. Way to go. My cats names are The Rebel, though we just call him Rebel or Reb and my other guy is Jynx. I should upload some pics sometime. |
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| Deleted User | Jul 22 2010, 10:57 PM Post #28 |
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Yeah, well. Who better to portray a british person, than a british person :) I like the name Jynx. It's a real cat's name, Rebel is cool.. Reb I like the way you shortened it.. :) Take as long as you want for the pictures.. but I will RP with him and Matt.. and they will be completly different.. Ermm, maybe there could be a relationship between Rob and a female wrestler? M |
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| Ashlee | Jul 22 2010, 10:58 PM Post #29 |
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I think Layla is looking for a writing partner. They're both British! |
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| Deleted User | Jul 22 2010, 11:00 PM Post #30 |
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Hmm, I'll look into that! M |
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