Trash Talk Thread from Feb. 9th to Feb. 16th

[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.

[Randy orton" world champion"]

fucking a does this mean i can't have my match with needles?

[Randy orton" world champion"]

needles i would like tov know why won't you face me?

[Needles "the Snitch"]

Hey Randy, I have seen your persistent dogging and I see through your cheap dirty rotten tactics to disrupt this federation’s embedded hierarchy structure because you just can’t understand why Winter Sanderson would hire me as Assistant General Manager, though I remind you to not pester the other management about this. Well, two words Randy, veracity and drive, both of which I am nearly overqualified in. I watched your little ping pong game of attempting to sucker me in to a tag team match and even partnering me up with Ric Flair and Morbid Angel. That was very subtle Randy but Ric Flair and Morbid Angel tilted their hands and let on that they had little faith in me as the new Assistant General Manager. I immediately recognized your conspiracy with these men to bait me into building up your own status by getting yourself headlined in a match against this newest big thing Needles. Good try Randy but I am not the new Assistant General Manager and Deathmatch Champion for nothing. Further more Randy, while you and your gamely cohorts have been resting on your fattening laurels trying to undeservedly crawl up the ranks of this federation, I have been searching for true deserving champions to rise to the top of the sludgekeg of wrestling wannabes and show that they are made of the stuff that is the underlying material that all true champions are made of. These men believe in the principals that make this country great. These men have faith that is not shown because they say they do but proven by their very actions and willingness to believe. Randy, while you and your little band of conspirators have been conniving for scraps, I have been biding my time and secretly building my army. So far only three have caught my eye for potential initiation into the up and coming new Needles Army. These three have not come to full fruition but if they show that they are willing to undertake the rigorous training schedule that I require of my men, then I intend to mold just a few qualified applicants who truly believe into the greatest wrestling team that this federation has ever seen. The Lightening Pohatu, The National Icon Tony Lee and Rusty are the three men that have caught my eye that may have what it takes to step up and undergo the intense training that could allow one or all of them to emerge as the heart, soul and guts of the new Needles Army. I haven’t informed these men that I am considering them for such an illustrious career but as for now they have my respect and idolization. You on the other hand Randy have opted to take the low road of deceit, even tricking unknowing icons like Ric Flair and Morbid Angel into your lowly plan by making them think that they were on the side of the new management, and for what Randy, just to make yourself appear to be one of the true greats by being matched with the true greats. I am sure that if Ric and Morbid had studied your intentions a little further, they too would have seen through your devious guise and come to these same conclusions. But they are busy champions and cannot take the time out for thorough investigations to expose such subtle deceptions. Randy, My Army is in the making and when I am prepared to unleash that Army, you will not be the only one that scurries for the rafters. I apologize to Ric and Morbid and hope that soon they will be able to see the dirty mud puddle that you have been attempting to throw before them and reenter the fold of the true believers. Your chance is coming Randy, but when it arrives you may find yourself neck deep in alligators.

Needles

[Randy orton" world champion"]

listen this guy is not al powers and this is a big prank.
needles is 18 and al powers is 28 and he stopped because he has a lif now and can't take time to be in ewa jwa so needles you are not him. and al powers writes normal AND YOU WRITE BIG. you can't be al powers and the reason i wanted to have a match with you is because i need to get in a match with some one and second you are not a icon and if you still want to go on with this prank then you should be fired because i now for a 100 % that you are not al powers. nobody listen to this nut case.

[Needles "the Snitch"]

Randy, Randy, Randy, I have given out of the goodness of my heart an opportunity for you and all of the ExWA wrestlers to book a match with my tireless support to see you’re success in gaining the shot that you want. I have gone much farther out on the limb to straighten you out and answer all of your questions than the other competitors. Though requests for a dream shot take time and there are many deserving wrestlers to consider, I vow to not forget the plight of those who show a little faith and reveal their interest in a match. I am not always going to be able to meet all requests exactly but I will do my best to see that their requests are met with an equal or better shot to move up. Rest easy Randy I am not going to suspend you or anything like that. I understand that your incessant lack of faith comes from your need to remain in character. Actually Randy, I applaud you for that and from now on I will be able to keep Needles in line with his character. So whatever happens Randy, do not worry, you are still my Idol
You’re Pal Needles

[Randy orton" world champion"]

hahaha, i can get shot's on my own. i thank you for the match but this oh im al powers. this is bull shit!

[gomez]

Shortly after Randy Orton’s tirade the locker room door swings open. Gomez walks into the locker room with his half of the ExWA Universal Tag Belts slung over his shoulder. He looks at Orton and his brow wrinkles as he frowns at Orton in disgust. Gomez shakes his head and then carries on walking across the locker room. He goes to where Ric Flair’s belongings are usually stored but much to his surprise finds it empty. Gomez has a look of shock upon his face and he shouts out in surprise.

Gomez: WHAT THE FUCK!

Then Gomez smiles and shakes his head as he mutters under his breath.

Gomez: Guess the OAP couldn’t take a little retaliation, hrmm guess I’ll be flying solo this week on Xtreme Zone.

Gomez looks around the locker room, he stares coldly at all the superstars within it and then raises his voice.

Gomez: That is unless any of YOU in here have the balls to be my partner and step in the ring against Nature on Xtreme Zone?

[ricflair]

*The room falls silent as a dark man enters the room*

Draven: I will be your partner for the tag team match to end the nature of the company and to prove that Draven is a true Demon, Nature will die!

*Drave awaits for gomez*

[gomez]

Gomez stares at Draven for a moment and looks at him with curiosity, then eventually Gomez nods.

Gomez: Ok son… I like you’re attitude, you seem to have guts, which is more than some people around here have. *Gomez looks in Orton’s general direction.* But Drivel…. Or whatever you’re name was…. let me warn you now, don’t get any fancy ideas into your head of screwing me over to make an impact on your debut. Because I guarantee if you do you will live to regret it, and that isn’t a threat it’s a promise. With that said I look forward to stepping in the ring with you…. At least you should be more of an athlete than that senile old coot Flair was, I mean come on he had to use a Zimmer frame to get to the ring.

Gomez laughs under his breath then starts to walk out of the room. As he passes Orton he coughs.

Gomez: CoughJOBBERCough.

Gomez walks past Draven and slaps him on the back before heading out of the door.

[Randy orton" world champion"]

randy : what did you say ? jobber, well you want to make that hardcore champion. i bet i can take that tag title away from you! me and tony lee will take it and then we will see who the jobber is. don't make me spit in your face!

[ricflair]

*The room falls silent as a deadly wind is felt in the locker room as the guys begin to shiver as Draven walks in with his crow upon his shoulder*

Draven: You want to challenge the odds and take on the most successful team in the company ME and Gomez!?!

*Randy steps back*

Draven: You actually think that you and tonylee the american jobbers think you are even in our league?!

Or is that just what you say when the whole team isn't around?

You know it seems to me that you are all mouth and no show which makes the demon's of your sins very annoyed and they are ready to take you out, they are ready to give you the kiss of death .

*Randy looks scared*

Draven: Do you know what that feels like?

Randy: N... no.... noooo!

Draven: It's the most horrific feeling that anyone can ever indure it's what turns you into full darkness, no feelings no emotions and you feel no pain

And yet you a mere mortal wish to take on the living dead and you want to prove that you are good enough, well i say make a name for yourself first then return because at the moment i the draven would beat you down so bad you will only feel pain for all eternity as i send you to the depths of hell as i have my crow peck your eyes out and i will have the demon's dispose of your rotting corpse

So if you want to take the odds bring the match and i will show you the way of the Draven and the way of the draven tamer!

*The wind comes back as Draven vanishes in a split second the room changes to normal*

[Needles "the Snitch"]

Damn this is a normal room. I’ve never experienced anything quite like it. Hey Randy, are you still here? You look as pale as a sheep. Now come on Randy, snap out of it. I know,... you could grab that broom over there and clean up some of this mess. This place is atrocious Randy. Oh and quit playing around with that jobber belt. You know Randy, if you stopped by my office later I would be happy to give you a free career evaluation. Maybe we could start you down the path of becoming a lower midcarder some day. Well, see ya later buddy.

[Needles "the Snitch"]

Where in hell is that new guy….uh…..Dravel, Drivel or what ever his name is. Every time I try to catch up with him he disappears. Well somebody tell him to wipe that crow poop of his shoulder and report to my office. I have some papers for him to sign.

[Randy orton" world champion"]

i will sure tell him he has to pick up crow shit lol