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Rage vs Quint vs Hawk (NA Title top contendership); Jailbreak 2006
Topic Started: Jul 21 2006, 10:41 PM (378 Views)
~Hawk~


...Suddenly, the camera cuts from the ring to backstage where a black stretch limo is pulling up. The shiny doors are opened by the chauffer, and none other than Hawk steps out, wearing his merchandise: a black T-shirt with the logo of a Hawk along with writing saying, "Fear the Hawk".

Jerry: Well look who's back to PCW!

Mike: Yeah, it's good to see him back.

Hawk smiles as one beautiful woman steps out of the door and takes his side. She is brunette, with green eyes. Hawk begins to walk to the back entrance to the arena when he is stopped by someone holding a microphone.

Hawk:Not now, I've got business to take care of.

Hawk turns to his woman.

Hawk:Wait in the limo.

She nods, and Hawk continues, walking through the arena and to the curtains leading out to the ring. Suddenly, "Confilct" by Disturbed hits and the lights go out. Red spotlights flash about the arena as the fans begin to stir and go wild. A blast of pyro signifies Hawk's entrance, and as the smoke clears, Hawk emerges and walks down the ramp.

Hawk slides into the ring, and signifies for a microphone. As someone hands him one, he puts it to his mouth.

Hawk:Well, well, well, it seems that Mikey "Godzilla" Craze has an issue with me.

Hawk pauses, almost waiting for Godzilla's entrance. He doesn't come, so Hawk continues.

Hawk:It appears that Godzilla thinks that I am not in his league...

The crowd's boos echo the arena.

Hawk:I know, I know. He seems to overlook the fact that he got lucky when he beat me. Everyone knows it, well, besides him. He thinks that since he's the big ole North American Champion he can go around with a higher authority. Well, all I have to say to that is his head must be full with those movies. After all, mine are.

Jerry: Where is Hawk going with this?

Mike: I have no idea.

Hawk:Look, Mikey, I know your the champion, and I respect that. What I don't respect is the fact that you're going around thinking that I'm not in your league, and, how did you put it? 'Have bigger fish to fry?' Well fry up this fish you little b***h!!!

The crowd is in an uproar over Hawk's statement.

Hawk:That's right, now you know where I'm going with this. How about a little number one contender's match for YOUR title? The winner, whoever YOU choose, will fight you for the title. That way, when I beat down your little fishie, I get the chance to kick your ass around all night! What do you have to say to that? Oh no, wait, I don't care, I care what Waylon has to say. See you later, you little no good son of a b***h fish!

"Confilct" hits as Hawk drops the mic, the echo throughout the arena. Hawk walks up the ramp, and out of the ring area.
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<option>Hawk</option>
<option>Stats:</option>
<option>Height: 7'0"</option>
<option>Weight: 300lbs</option>
<option>Finisher: Chokeslam, Super Powerbomb</option>
<option>Stable: None</option>
<option>Matches:</option>
<option>Win: 2</option>
<option>Lose: 5</option>
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~Godzilla~
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:Hawk is walking up the ring ramp when the fans burst into cheers. Thinking these yells and cheers are for him, Hawk turns around and taunts for his "fans." But soon Hawk realizes it's not them who their cheering when a "Godzilla" chant starts. Hawk's face turns sour aa he yells at the fans to shut-up. But the fans continue to cheer for their North American Champion. Finally, Hawk has had enough and turns around to continue up the entrance ramp but he's soon stopped in his tracks. On the titantron is none other than the North American Champion himself, Mikey "Godzilla" Craze. Mikey has his title on his shoulder and a party hat on his head. Hawk points at the titantron screaming for Godzilla to come out. But Craze smiles and throws a streamer at the camera before speaking.:

Mikey: Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah! What's that, Hawk, you want me to go come out there? I'm sorry I would love to but I'm busy with this kick ass party going on behind me. And I already thought I dealt with all my problems earlier tonight. But apparently I was wrong. If I heard right, you want a shot to prove yourself at Jailbreak in a #1 contendership match for my North American Championship. To ensure you get a answer you call me a fish? A fish? Somebody needs to work on their verbal skills. For christ sake that's not even the right species. Godzilla is a reptile. A reptile. In tradition I would go off and make fun off your seven foot goofy looking self but I can't. Not because I don't want to but the fact is I really can't. I mean your boring, plain, dumb, and slow. That's enough of that. Back on topic here. You want your #1 Contendership Match at Jailbreak, you got it! I also believe you said I can even pick your opponent for this match. And I'm not one for suspense. At Jailbreak it will be Hawk in a #1 Contendership Match for the North American Championship against The Human Torture Device, Rage! Mikey Craze Out!

Mike Huntsicker: That didn't take long. It's official and it's happening. Rage and Hawk are going to battle it out at Jailbreak for the #1 Contendership to the North American Championship.
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This is where you are to post your roleplays pertaining to Jailbreak 2006. Do remember, these promos and the stories you build with them will have an effect on the future direction of your character. Only people who are directly involved with this match may post here. Everyone else will have his post deleted and swifter action may be taken. Good luck competitors.
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Rage
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[ *  * ]
The scene opens in a tiny dark room, a single light bulb illuminating it.
The light flickers on and off, and is covered in a sort of dirt. A one chair
sits in the room it is a scratch ridden dirt covered wood finish chair. The arms have been busted off. In the chair sits a dark figure, the liht flickers on him revealing Rage with his head bowed. The atmosphere around him shows a brick base all around the room painted a dark gray. The wall is somehow cracked leading from about two percent away from the middle leading half way to the ceiling. Water drips from where the crack ends and begins again at the middle of the ceiling. Dripping slowly down the greenish blue moisture in the humid but damp room, lands in Rages eye. He tenses and whipes the water away but looks up slowly. His dark red eyes look on into the camera as the small blackpupil in his savage eyes glisten. He finally speaks-

Rage:I have been invited to participate in a number one contenders match for the North American Championship... Shall I accept the invitaion I battle two competitiors I know absolutely nothing about. If I decline, I pass up a chance at gold.... A hard descision but a reletively easy one at the same time... I am going to accept this invitaion and go on to face Mikey "Godzilla" Craze... Then I win my second gold in the wrestling world, and my first in this particular company. I have been
a well known hardcore style wrestler but can be very clever when it comes to mat and technical wrestling. Though I can figure out ways to get hardcore with just a regular wrestling match. Without the use of weaponry... Then again I'm in the match so there will be one weapon in use....ME! I will stomp all over Quint and Hawk and take my title form Craze. Add seven to one hundred more people to the match and I'll still come out on top..... In the end you can feel your...
Blood Running Cold.......


OOC:Sorry it's late been a little busy lately
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Rages Victims:
MJ Phillips

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~Quint Mcain~


Quint can be seen in his dressing room, sitting with Tygon, Mikey Craze, the 3rd member of the Quint Clique, must be out on business. Quint was swelling with pride over the fact that Mikey gained the gold at the pay per view. Sure, he would have got it even if he wasnt with the Quint Clique, and eventually, he would probably wish to leave so that they were not holding him back, leaving it just to be the 1st ever tag team champs in Tygon and The Quintastic One, the original Quint Clique. Quint begins to speak into the camera, a mixture of confusion and yet awe in his voice.

The Quintastic One: For some unknown reason, a reason even i cannot comprehend, i am being given a second shot at being the number one contender for the North American Championship. Upon request Tygon will not be booked for Jail Break here, but thats because we are brushing up on his strategy a bit, the loss of our belts as few nights ago was devastating, but at least its in capable hands.

Once again, i reiterate, Hawk called out Mikey, saying he would take on all comers. So Mikey chose the next rookie sensation in Rage. So where do i fit in the mix? I guess management just figured i was that damn Quintastic. That i could make these guys look good in the process of putting on a helluva match for our anniversary show. But the one thing i've noticed, is that both Hawk and Rage seem to be looking past each other and myself and are concentrated on beating Mikey Craze, i find that funny on two levels. One, theres no gurantee Mikey is going to beat Blast, but hey, i guess theres not much faith in Justins ability to beat Craze, not without its own merit, but still, its hilarious.

And secondly, They both seem to forget that they are in the same match as me. Do they really think this is going to be that easy a walk in the park? I mean, Rage is quite honestly the dark horse of the match, we dont know exactly what he can do in a high pressure situation, so its going to be as privelage to find out 1st hand. And Hawk, havent i already beat this guy twice? Woudla bean three times but Justin picked up the win over Mikey 2 months ago in our fatal 4 way. Notice, how Hawk, although on a constant and seemingly never ending losing streak, still seems to find himself in the chase for gold? And yet here i am, not even trying, yet i get opportunities at Title shots as if they were party favors? Personally, i think both of these guys are making big mistakes by looking past this match. For me, i look towards the task at hand. I am concentrating on not necessariy winning this match, but putting on the best show possible, as always. But if i find an opening, i'm going to take it, and that my friends, is Just....Quintastic.
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<option>Quint Mcain</option>
<option>Stats:</option>
<option>Height: 5’11"</option>
<option>Weight: 164lbs</option>
<option>Finisher: Canned Quint in a bottle X2, Perfecto</option>
<option>Stable: Former Quint Clique</option>
<option>Matches:</option>
<option>Win: a bunch</option>
<option>Lose: a bunch</option>
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Rage
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[ *  * ]
...........SCENE #1............

The scene opens up in the dark halls of an apartment building late in the night. Leaving traces of dust and dirt on the tiled floor. A beautiful young woman stands holding a grocerie bag in front of a red blue and yellow graffiti tagged door. It is late at night, roughly ten fiftysix pm. She is clad in tight blue jeans and a black belly shirt,also with a brown leather jacket. Fumbling around with her keys, they fall to the floor making a mildly irritating clank on the floor. She bends over to pick them up, she rises and Rage stands behind her.
Rage: BOO!

The young woman jumps dropping her bag on the floor and leaving her keys hangs in the door, she swiftly turns around and press' her back against the door. A wide eyed look on her face she realises who it is and bends over slightly still pressed against her door. Her left hand on her bent knee, and her right on the door. She straightens and wraps her arms around Rage, who is clad in his mask and a black suit. The woman leans away a bit and smiles sweetly as she speaks.

Woman: I told you not to sneak up on me like that! Oh... well since your here I got some groceries... Want to have dinner with me tonight?

Rage looks over her shoulder and quickly shifts his head backward. He laughs slightly under his breathe as he nods toward the bag.

Rage: What and have that?

The woman develops a look on her face as if asking what he was talking about. She turns around and her eyes widen and her jaw drops
as she see's the bag on the floor.Cranberry sauce and milk seeps from
the bag. Ripped at the bottom, spaghetti sauce seeps out from the back, opposite from the milk and cranberrie sauce.


Woman: Oh god..... Dammit..(turning back to look at Rage) Oh god I'm so sorry. I was going to invite you over for dinner tonight but...

She lowers her head a little, as if ashamed of ruining adinner ofr the two of them. Rage nods his head and gently drags his index finger from the back to the front of her chin, raising her head backup.

Rage: No No No... Don't worry about it, have a seat inside while I clean this up. Then we can go grab a bite to eat at that new Italian restraunt across town... Ok?!

The woman smiles and nods. Rage nods as the scene
#1 ends

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SCENE #2 COMING SOON..............
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Rages Victims:
MJ Phillips

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Rage
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[ *  * ]
...............SCENE #2...............

The scene opens in a fancy Italian styled restrant. Rage and the woman presumed his girlfriend sit in a booth on the far side of the restraunt, in the empty section. Their orders have already been brought, their plates already cleared. They sit drinking fine wine, Rage being the gentleman he is asks her what she would like to talk.

Woman: Well.... What is your new job like? I mean, who are you facing next and anything else intersting to tell.

She sets her wine glass down, cupping her hands and placing her elbows on the table. Rage leans back in his chair and places his hands on his lap.

Rage: To be honest Adrian... The atmosphere is wonderful. The
people are nice and the staff is excellent. I have been invited to compete in the number one contenders match against to others.


Adrian: Really, tell me about your opponents......

Rage: The simplest way tp put the whole situation is, it's basically... a one on one. Because one of the competitors has beaten the other twice in a row. I am by no means underestimating my second opponent. He is a larger man than I am but.......

Adrian: But what?

Rage:[/U] It's not size that matters... What matters is ability. We've been together for six years... In those six years, you've seen me in the backyard industrys, you've seen me in the Indy circuits, and now I'm going to show you how good I really am. I have to focus on both men, Quint and Hardcore Hawk. We both know nonje of these guys has a chance against me. I still have to focus, on the task at hand and not on the title.[/U]

Adrian: I see... I think you have that match won... Hands down,
your the best I have ever seen. I'm not just saying that because, your my boyfriend, you are a phenominal athlete.


B]Rage: I thank you for the commpliments and expressing your personal opinion, but I am a flawed being nonetheless. I have certain error that makes me......Unique.[/B]


Adrian: Like what? You have an excelent body, strong as an oxe and can move like a cheetah.....

Rage: Though it is quite uncomfortable, to be compared to animals... I again thank you. But I have unexplainable error. All I know is someone is going to die... at JailBreak!

..........FADE..........
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Rages Victims:
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~Quint Mcain~


The Quintastic One is walking backstage, he has a cup of coffee in his hands, its his favorite of course, one of the many perks of working for PCW, they serve vanilla java mocha double shot frappuccinos. Needless to say, Quint was wired.

When he turned a corner, he was met unexpectadly by Eccentric Eric Martin and a cameraman.

Quint: Well if it isnt Eric Martin! Hows it going man? How long has it been since i have had a proper interview. Most of the time i do my promos by myself, but man you have no idea how excited i am to be able to awnser your stupidly obvious questions!

Eric Martin: Well Quint, i was wondering, what are your thoughts on how this fued is building?

Quint: Wow, i mean damn Eric, that wasnt too obvious at all, whats up with that? Anyway, To awnser your question, i think this fued is developing totally unquintasticly...

Eric: is that even a word?

Quint: ask no questions, you will recieve no lies.

Eric: Uh....okay. Please Elaborate.

Quint: Okay, last time i checked, we have Hawk, who has been trying to develop a story where he has some girl friend following him, and he is raising some protege of his named Eagle. Then he joined up with Ayster, all the while having a huge jealously factor over me. And then he decides to challenge Mikey Craze, now thats none of my business, but hey, i would rather see Mikey Craze take on Danny Nitro than Hawk.

Anyway, and then we have Rage, who also seems to be developing a relationship with his girl friend. Now if my experience has shown me anything, it is that bringing in your spouses or pupils or friends or whatever is bad news for your own personal development. They can do what they want, dont get me wrong, but my main point is, this fued looks good on paper, but in reality, honestly, i dont see this becoming a fued to remember. Now, the match may become great, unless Hawk does what he always does and flakes out on us. But i am sure that Rage and I will carry the contest, will it steal the show? Why not? You have the Quintastic One in there dont you? But seriously, besides giving Mikey Craze some guy to face next month, this match really serves no purpose. Are we done?

Eric: Thank you Quint, back to you douche bags, i mean Mike and Jerry.
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<option>Quint Mcain</option>
<option>Stats:</option>
<option>Height: 5’11"</option>
<option>Weight: 164lbs</option>
<option>Finisher: Canned Quint in a bottle X2, Perfecto</option>
<option>Stable: Former Quint Clique</option>
<option>Matches:</option>
<option>Win: a bunch</option>
<option>Lose: a bunch</option>
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[ *  * ]
The scene opens as Rage walks aimelessly down the shallow hallways of the PCW arena. Walking around seemingly for no reason at all. When all of a sudden, Rage is cut off by "Eccentric Eric" Martin and a camera man.

Eric Martin: Rage you heard the words of the "Quintastic One" moments ago... tell me what are your thoughts?

Rage: My thoughts on this match are quite simple... The plain and simple fact is, that main event or not... This will be match of the night. One of the best in wrestling himself, "Quint" versus the new face of PCW "The Human Torture Device" Rage. This is my first ever Pay Per Veiw match in PCW. So you can imagine what I have in store.
I have a surprising factor. I am not just a hardcore wrestler. I'm also kean in Mat wrestling and high flying.... This conversation is terminated......


Rage walks off down the hall and disappears behind a double door.

Eric Martin: HEY WAIT.... IT WAS NICE TALKING TO YOU!!!

.......FADE......
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Rages Victims:
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~Quint Mcain~


Quint was leaning against a wall backstage, he was next to the snack bar naturally, but his head was down in deep thought. He wondered what he could do to make his match actually seem desirable. He thought, "Well it is a good chance to test out PCW's newest talent. But meh it doesnt really appeal to me."

When he was about to order a massive meal of 2 grande soft tacos, a jumbo polish frank, and nachos bell grande, with a diet cola, he was approached by Alex Buker, the personal management assistant.

Alex: Hey Quinty, whats up?

Quint: Just about to eat lunch, why?

Alex: Well, because i just figured i'd let you know, management has decided to spice up your match at Jail Break.

Quint: Sweet, well what is it? a steal cage? street fight? submission?

Alex: Nah, we decided to take it to the next level, your gonna fight in a Last Man Standing Match! Good Luck, your gonna need it.

Alex walked away as Quints expression went from confusion, to ecstacy in one instant. Finally! A match worth fighting! But wait a second, Last Man Standing? does that mean that he would have to keep Hawk AND Rage down for a 10 count? This was going to be a crazy, brutal, and overall, exciting match to be in, Quint was up for the challenge.
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<option>Quint Mcain</option>
<option>Stats:</option>
<option>Height: 5’11"</option>
<option>Weight: 164lbs</option>
<option>Finisher: Canned Quint in a bottle X2, Perfecto</option>
<option>Stable: Former Quint Clique</option>
<option>Matches:</option>
<option>Win: a bunch</option>
<option>Lose: a bunch</option>
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~Hawk~


After the long period of pandamoneum backstage, the heat has finally cooled down, and Hawk has returned to his dressing room. The dressing room is silent, until two knocks on his door break it.

Hawk:Come in.

The door opens, and Eric walks in, holding a microphone.

Eric:Hawk...uh...do you have a moment?

...

Hawk:Yeah, sure.

Eric:What is it with you and Godzilla? It seems that you two have been going at it for weeks.

Hawk laughes, and stands up.

Hawk:Eric, that's because we have been going at it for weeks. I mean, look at this guy, he has the name of...a lizard! And he calls me weird and stupid. Geez!! Let me tell you something...Mikey. You've heard of the term loathing right? Yeah, I'm sure you have. Loathing is when you hate someone to the utter extent that you would do anything to make sure that they are out of your life...forever. Godzilla, I deeply, deeply loath you--

Hawk is cut off by Eric.

Eric:Well, thank you, but now about your match...at Jailbreak.

Hawk:Jailbreak...ah yes. Jailbreak, what a perfect name for a Pay-Per-View show for PCW. Jailbreak; just the sound of it makes me smile.

Eric:Why would a word such as Jailbreak make you smile?

Hawk:Well, Eric, let me put it this way...

Hawk turns to face the camera...

Hawk:Mikey, let me put it this way...so even your 80s brain can understand it. The North American Ttile, Godzilla, that's what I'm after. Your title...my only reason for being here now, is to train for that title. And if you have any ideas of kicking my ass, or taking that title from me grasp...well let's just say that I have no problem going BACK to jail.
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<option>Hawk</option>
<option>Stats:</option>
<option>Height: 7'0"</option>
<option>Weight: 300lbs</option>
<option>Finisher: Chokeslam, Super Powerbomb</option>
<option>Stable: None</option>
<option>Matches:</option>
<option>Win: 2</option>
<option>Lose: 5</option>
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~Quint Mcain~


Quint is backstage in his lockeroom, banging his head against one of the steel lockers. slowly but surely creating a small dent, despite the fact that he is hurting himself more than the locker, that doesnt seem to bother him. When Suicide Kid comes in wondering what the commotion is, shocked to see Quint, he rushes over and pulls him off the locker.

SK: Hey Quint! Whats up man? Why you beating yourself up?!

Quint, dazed and bruised on the head, focuses awkwardly on SK.

Quint: Wha? oh yeah, that thing, well, to be honest, after Hawk opened his mouth, i had to run to the bathroom and take a huge crap. Second, when i heard what he said, and how it had nothing to do with the task at hand with beating me and Rage, i banged my head up against these lockers in order to prevent the leakage of any more stupid juice. I need that stuff ya know? Otherwise i cant do my sick bumps.

SK: Stupid Juice?

Quint: Yeah the stuff you leak when you hear stuff that just kinda makes you go "What the Fuck?" anyway, i'm fine now, thanks.
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<option>Quint Mcain</option>
<option>Stats:</option>
<option>Height: 5’11"</option>
<option>Weight: 164lbs</option>
<option>Finisher: Canned Quint in a bottle X2, Perfecto</option>
<option>Stable: Former Quint Clique</option>
<option>Matches:</option>
<option>Win: a bunch</option>
<option>Lose: a bunch</option>
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