Rickert: Yeah, you look... decent... but, bro, as Chris Jericho would say... I'm a sexy beast, baby!
Max: Yeah, sure.
Rickert: Yeah, you look... decent... but, bro, as Chris Jericho would say... I'm a sexy beast, baby!
Max: Yeah, sure.
OOC- Scrapping that Edge & Lita thing, bringing in an assistant to the GM. Bang Bang!
Rickert: Yeah, you look... decent... but, bro, as Chris Jericho would say... I'm a sexy beast, baby!
Max: Yeah, sure.
Rickert: Well... I call dibs! I saw her first!
Mick Foley walks into the arena and walks over to Punk.
Foley: Hey Phill you seen Paul anywhere?
Punk glares at Foley before grabbing him by the shirt.
Punk: Listen Mick, first of all don't call me Phill. An answer is his talking to Mcintyre. Now get out of here.
He releases his grip as Foley stumbles away.
McIntyre looks at Heyman's hand, then shakes it.
McIntyre: You have something right... I am the Chosen One...
McIntyre looks at Heyman's hand, then shakes it.
McIntyre: You have something right... I am the Chosen One...
Heyman: Attitude, I like it, you definitely have a place here.
Rickert: Well... I call dibs! I saw her first!
Max: The hell you did!
Max notices AJ walk up to the two.
Max: Justin, look, it's Chris Jericho!
Max shoves Justin away, as AJ walks up to Max.
AJ; Max?
Max: AJ! How are you?
Rickert: Well... I call dibs! I saw her first!
Max: The hell you did!
Max notices AJ walk up to the two.
Max: Justin, look, it's Chris Jericho!
Max shoves Justin away, as AJ walks up to Max.
AJ; Max?
Max: AJ! How are you?
Justin stumbles but regains himself.
Rickert: The sly son of a bitch...
Mike Sampson arrives, staring into a flip-top mirror
Sampson: Did I hear the words 'sexy beast' without my name in the same sentence?
Sampson closes the mirror
Sampson: Mike Sampson, you've heard of me, I'm sure. After all, devilishly good looks like these...
Sampson flicks his hair back
Sampson: Don't tend to go unnoticed.
McIntyre looks at Heyman's hand, then shakes it.
McIntyre: You have something right... I am the Chosen One...
Heyman: Attitude, I like it, you definitely have a place here.
McIntyre: And my place here...is being the face of the company...
McIntyre looks at Heyman's hand, then shakes it.
McIntyre: You have something right... I am the Chosen One...
Heyman: Attitude, I like it, you definitely have a place here.
McIntyre: And my place here...is being the face of the company...
Heyman: Hmmm there will be others that will argue against that.
McIntyre looks at Heyman's hand, then shakes it.
McIntyre: You have something right... I am the Chosen One...
Heyman: Attitude, I like it, you definitely have a place here.
McIntyre: And my place here...is being the face of the company...
Heyman: Hmmm there will be others that will argue against that.
McIntyre: It doesn't matter who these people THINK they are... none of them can match my agression... my charm... and my potential...
Mike Sampson arrives, staring into a flip-top mirror
Sampson: Did I hear the words 'sexy beast' without my name in the same sentence?
Sampson closes the mirror
Sampson: Mike Sampson, you've heard of me, I'm sure. After all, devilishly good looks like these...
Sampson flicks his hair back
Sampson: Don't tend to go unnoticed.
AJ: And you are...
Mike Sampson arrives, staring into a flip-top mirror
Sampson: Did I hear the words 'sexy beast' without my name in the same sentence?
Sampson closes the mirror
Sampson: Mike Sampson, you've heard of me, I'm sure. After all, devilishly good looks like these...
Sampson flicks his hair back
Sampson: Don't tend to go unnoticed.
AJ: And you are...
Rickert to Sampson: Hey, beauty queen! The home for self-conscious people is down the block! It's called "the insane asylum."
Heyman: Whatever you say Mcintyre. Ah Jesus excuse me.
Heyman glances at Foley coming over to him.
Heyman: Whatever you say Mcintyre. Ah Jesus excuse me.
Heyman glances at Foley coming over to him.
McIntyre notices Foley walking towards the two of them.
McIntyre: What is this washed-up, hardcore nut doing here?
Heyman: Whatever you say Mcintyre. Ah Jesus excuse me.
Heyman glances at Foley coming over to him.
McIntyre notices Foley walking towards the two of them.
McIntyre: What is this washed-up, hardcore nut doing here?
Foley: Well actually I am the assistant to Mr Heyman here, and you are?
Heyman: Whatever you say Mcintyre. Ah Jesus excuse me.
Heyman glances at Foley coming over to him.
McIntyre notices Foley walking towards the two of them.
McIntyre: What is this washed-up, hardcore nut doing here?
Foley: Well actually I am the assistant to Mr Heyman here, and you are?
McIntyre: I'm sorry... have you taken too many shots to the head, old man? I am Drew McIntyre... the future of professional wrestling... I am the Chosen One...
Heyman: Whatever you say Mcintyre. Ah Jesus excuse me.
Heyman glances at Foley coming over to him.
McIntyre notices Foley walking towards the two of them.
McIntyre: What is this washed-up, hardcore nut doing here?
Foley: Well actually I am the assistant to Mr Heyman here, and you are?
McIntyre: I'm sorry... have you taken too many shots to the head, old man? I am Drew McIntyre... the future of professional wrestling... I am the Chosen One...
Foley: I know who you are, a pompus doochebag.
Mike Sampson arrives, staring into a flip-top mirror
Sampson: Did I hear the words 'sexy beast' without my name in the same sentence?
Sampson closes the mirror
Sampson: Mike Sampson, you've heard of me, I'm sure. After all, devilishly good looks like these...
Sampson flicks his hair back
Sampson: Don't tend to go unnoticed.
AJ: And you are...
Rickert to Sampson: Hey, beauty queen! The home for self-conscious people is down the block! It's called "the insane asylum."
Sampson to Rickert: Cute... really, cute. y'know, perhaps if you spent more time on a tanning bed and not here trying to play wrestler, maybe you would be suitable for my level of beauty. After all, I sincerely doubt that someone like you could even hold my mirror whilst I admire sheer excellence.
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