Trash Talk Thread from Feb. 1st to Feb. 8th

[Dave Masters]

This thread is the interactive part of our efed. This is where you get to associate with other characters as you and them see fit. You can build alliances, call people out and chit chat (in character of course.) You can use this to build up potential feuds and storylines. This thread makes a good point of reference for the GM's because it gives us better insight into how your character would react in certain situations.

[CaelSanderson]

The figure of Shady slowly stepped inside the ExWA building, having on a pair of light blue, baggy pants instead of his usual wrestling trunks. Opting for no shirt at the moment, he was instead wearing a light vest that matched his pants in color, a giant, 'S' on the back.

A hood slightly hid the 'S', but the letter was still obvious. The cruiserweight slowly walked down the hallway, stopping at a couple of doors that led off to locker rooms, obviously surprised at the names he saw. He finally came to his own locker room and opened the door, stepping inside. Shady flicked the switched on and glanced around, nodding his head a bit at the interior of the locker room.

"Basic, but I can work with it."

He murmured, walking further into the room. He tossed his gymbag, which again matched the color of his pants and vest, onto one of the benches. The cruiserweight unzipped the bag, taking out a couple of posters and some tape. He walked over to one of the bare walls and unrolled the first poster, revealing it to be a PPV poster. He completely unrolled it and taped it to the one, a picture of him being on one side...and a picture of The Tiger being on the other side. 'FadetoBlack' was in the background of the poster.

The cruiserweight let out a bit of a sigh as he moved to another section of barewall, unrolling the second poster as he did so. As he taped it up, a huge 'BloodBath' logo was shown, Tiger and Shady this time being on one side of the poster together, two other men on the other side of it. Covering the entire poster was a chain-link fence effect, a set of tag titles being in the center of the poster. Shady unrolled another poster as he moved to another section of barewall, revealing yet another poster that had the chain link fence effect, except there was only one title at the top of the poster. Shady was seen on one side of the poster, three other men spread out across it. The cruiserweight quickly moved on, sticking another poster up that had him and Tiger again on one part of it together, three other tag teams spread out on each of the corners. Shady pulled a steel chair over to the cluster of posters and stepped on top of it, unrolling another poster. This one had the familiar chain links of a Cell, with two five man teams on each side.

On one side, Tiger was seen standing with four other men, grinning from ear to ear. On the other side, Shady was seen to be standing with four other men, a frown on his face. At the top of the poster it said 'WarGames', and both teams looked ready to rumble. The cruiserweight hopped down from the chair, looking at the set of posters with a nod.

[White Tiger]

*TT is walking backstage, very comfident that he will beat Shadow this saturday at Vertigo*

heh, it doesn't matter if Shadow's an expert of these types of matches, I'm the king baby

[CaelSanderson]

Shady's head snapped up, recognzing the voice that he had heard out in the hallway. He quickly ran to the door of his locker room and threw it open, stepping out into the hallway just as Tiger stepped by his door, 'accidentally' bumping into him.

"Tiger"

Shady said, narrowing his eyes at The Tiger, Shady's black hair framing his face. His hands balled up into fists as he looked at his former tag team partner.

[White Tiger]

*TT's expression changes from a smirk to a scowl as he looks at his former friend right in the eye, unmoving as his hands clinch and unclinch*

"what the hell are you doing here? tired of getting your assed whooped at BTWF so you decided to stalk me here?"

*TT looks at the cruiserweight as if challanging him, TT puts back on his cocky smirk*

good thing you're on Action Zone, otherwise I'd have to kick your ass like I do at BTWF

[CaelSanderson]

"Ass kicked by you? Excuse me, but who put you in the hospital with a broken wrist?"

Shady pointed at one of Tiger's wrists, his own smirk a bit cocky. He crossed his arms over his chest as he looked at Tiger, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"I also heard about your Elimination Chamber match and how you 'begged for your life'. I never thought I would hear the 'King of the Cage' do that. Guess you finally lost that title, eh?"

Shady chuckled as he looked at The Tiger, his cockiness obviously starting to get the better of him.

[White Tiger]

*TT's smirk fades*

heh, so maybe I did beg, but not for my life, remember it was a world title match, something that you'll never see since your poor excuse of a Garden of Evil match.

and sure you injured my wrist, but how long was it until you came back after I Tiger Pounced you though three tables? 3 months compared to my one, so don't go with me there.

besides, I had a cage match against The Demon that should have been you, but I injured you way to much for you to participate in that match

[CaelSanderson]

Shady frowned at that, pressing his lips tightly together in frustration.

"You still want that cage match? Or, even better, you want a Hell in a Cell match? You'll be able to use your buddy's move. What is it? The '369'? Since that's physically impossible to do in a cage match, it only makes sense to have a cell match."

Just as it looked like Tiger was going to respond, Shady silenced him again by starting to speak.

"And a cell match would also make it close to impossible for your wussy ass to escape, which seems to be something you tried to do a couple of times during our tag titles cage match."

Shady stepped to the side and held his door open, gesturing to the Bloodbath poster that was inside his locker room. The poster showed him and The Tiger on one side, a couple of other guys on the other side. A pair of tag titles were in the center of the poster, and a wire mesh effect surrounded the whole thing.

[White Tiger]

*TT watches as Shady again attempts to embarass the King of the Cage, but The Tiger knew better to fall for his former friend's tricks. TT walks into the locker room, nudging Shady as he entered and tore down the poster. he brings it back and holds it at eye level while he gets into Shady's face*

you HONESTLY aren't talking about this match. Your memory must be going because you should know that BTWF cage matches are pinfall or submission only, and if you think the first really risky Cruiserweight move in the BTWF was 'attempting to escape' then you must be going nuts. I scaled that cage and Tiger Pounced our opponent for the 1, 2 ,3. In fact, I don't think you ever picked up a tag team win for us.

and as for the Hell in a Cell match, you don't diserve to be in a match of that calibur with me. say whatever you want about me, the only place that will happen will be in the BTWF

*TT drops the poster and walks out of the locker room, pulling out his keys to his Camaro and ignoring any return rants*

[CaelSanderson]

Shady growled and squatted down, picking up the poster, shaking his head at Tiger's ignorance. He stood back up and walked back into the locker room, allowing the door to shut behind him. The cruiserweight walked over to the bench where he set the tape down and picked it up, going over to the wall of posters again. He quickly taped the poster up, looking at the other posters with a sigh.

"Maybe I should lose my bad ways...it hasn't gotten me much of anywhere. When I was one of the crowd favorites like Tiger, I held the BTWF Small Fry title...and the tag title at the same time."

Shady's fingers slowly ran over the PPV poster that had the Scramble Cage match up, a bit of a far off look in his eyes, but that look only stayed that way for a few seconds before he slammed his fist against the poster.

"No. That's what cost me my title. Being a good guy and sucking up to the crowd was what made me lose my Small Fry title to that piece of shit wrestler, Xunkai."

OOC: This can be continued by anyone.

[ricflair]

*The Nature boy walks into the arena and see's shady standing there as the tiger has shadowed into the background*

Flair: I hear how you say that you have helf the BTWF Small fry title and tag team title at the same time, but you see kid that's all you will ever be, a small fry.

*Flair begins to chuckle*

Flair: I have held the most prestigous championship in this company going through 5 other guys to do it and i have also held the universal tag team championship at the same time so i think it's me who can boast kid, NOT YOU!

*Shady looks red in the face*

Flair: Woah calm down kid now you can have your little rap battles but face this music that you wouldn't stand five minutes in the ring with me!

*Flair waits for a response*

[Morbid Angel]

Morbid Appears out of the background! He slowly walks up behind Shady!

Morbid-“Pussy! You can’t even face me..why? You want to RAP? What the fuck is wrong with you!”<br>
Shady turns around and looks at Morbid! Rick Flair steps back and gives Morbid His say.

Morbid-“ If you want to be tough then you should act tough! I don’t care if tough to you is walking around your hood talking loud with gangsigns and fucking retarded shit like that! This is the ExWA!! We fight! And if you can’t fight then you need to go back to your little house! And start thinking of a new JOB! You fucking worthless bitch! I gave you an opportunity that most would kill for! Two against one! Un Fare advantage against me! The stakes are high! You could ruin Morbid Angel’s appearance by changing his Entry music! But you decline? Why? To try out some new Rap Lyrics?!!! Well you little bitch! If you want to rap I will add something to the mix! If you two beat me...I will join you in making a Rap song! Morbid Angel will rap about what ever you want! But you Have to beat me...unless your coward ass is too frightened to face little...old...Morbid!!!”<br>
Morbid turns his attention to Rick Flair!

Morbid-“Kick his ass Flair! Do it because you can!”<br>
Morbid walks toward Tiger hiding in the background

Morbid-“Grr!”<br>
Morbid Starts to walk away but turns back and looks at the camera

Morbid-“ 3T! You bitch! I know your watching this! And I tell you this! If you ever show your face here again I will make your life a LIVING HELL! Your kind is not needed! And I will exterminate the Problem! No more you!....Make your self be known! And I will find you and eat your heart! Peter Stumpp Style!”<br>
Morbid Walks off...

Morbid yell back-“I may be back!”

[Method Cobra]

as Morbid waiting for 3t MC come

The fans boos to see MC

Methodocobra: Hey B*** do u remember me It Me Methodcobra your number one contender at jwa for yuor x-title shot you dont remember i hope yes u remember cause i remember you.( some fans cheers mc and the other boo) I never finish my bussines to jwa but i want to finish this right here right now so forget that B*** 3t and Get your Gothics ass over here.I will waiting for u at the parkin lot!!!!

MC leaves this place and ge got to prepare to waiting Morbid at the parkin lot.

MC is waiting to Moribd

[Josh]

Method Cobra stands out in the parking lot ranting and raving about Morbid Angel. Spike stands up from behind a near by dumpster and revels his trusty barbwire baseball bat and thumps MC on the ground as he holds the back of his bloody head.

Spike- shit talking, shit talking all that’s going to do is wind you up in trouble or even worse DEAD!
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[Morbid Angel]

Morbid Angel storms out to the parking lot and faces Method Cobra..standing eye to eye!

Morbid Angel-“ Method fucking Cobra! You still want a match against me! I have no title for you my friend! But if you want to pretend that I still have the title! We will fight for the Invisible Necronomicon! Ask for the match motherfucker! It’s time that I lay your decaying ass to sleep!....Lets play it hardcore Method! Ladder match! Above us will be the title that no one sees! A matter of who has more guts to fight to the death for something that does not exist!...You want a fucking match! You got a match! The match of your life! I will cut you up one side and down the next!”<br>
Morbid steps back and takes off his trench coat

Morbid-“ Unless you want to settle this right now! I have no problem kicking your ass in a parking lot!”