IWF Locker Room

[the hibee wwe fan]

David "I smell canolis. Mmm"

 

[MizMasta3000]

Paulie: Dont even think about it

 

[maty619]

Mat Jones: So, Fallout is just over a week away, anyone want a bet on the winners.

Tom Singer: I'll bet $100 that I win, it would be more but I don't have any more than $100.

Mat Jones: I was thinking about live matches, not shitty dark matches. Besides, I don't deal in dollars only pounds.

 

[the hibee wwe fan]

David "Melissa should I get a new tattoo?"

Melissa "That's up to you"

David "Aye true. Lets go get s bite to eat, I'm thinking domino's, the canolis were just a wee snack."

 

[maty619]

Mat Jones: Has anybody got the guts to give me a bet for Fallout? Are you all chicken? Surely somebody is confident enough to make me a bet.

 

[Sharpshooter 221]

Jeff: I bet 150 that i beat Singer at Fallout.

 

[maty619]

Mat Jones: Like I said, dark matches mean nothing to me.

Tom Singer: It's a good job he won't accept your 150, I know that is all the money you have and I don't want to see you lose it all at once. I am only concerned for you.

 

[Sharpshooter 221]

Jeff: I'm sorry, i couldnt hear you over the sound of me swantoning you until you cry.

 

[maty619]

Tom Singer: I was just letting you taste a small amount of success so it feels that much worse when you discover you will never succeed against me. Your Swanton is nothing compared to my Shooting Star Press.

 

[Sharpshooter 221]

Jeff: So you decided to let me Swanton you? Was this before or after i hit Twist of Fate?

 

[maty619]

Tom Singer: All this chit chat and talk is worth nothing, we can stand for as long as we want chatting shit to each other but where will that get us. You cannot claim bragging rights because you hit a Twist of Fate and then a Swanton, the only way you will gain those bragging rights is through beating me at Fallout and between you, me, the rest of this locker room and the IWF Universe you don't stand a cat in hell's chance.

Mat Jones: Ladies, ladies, don't get so worked up about a dark match, I have real issues and concerns that don't include copyrighted moves. I am fed up with all this idle talk, I am going to take some action.

Mat Jones stands up and walks towards the door.

Mat Jones: I am going to find out who this mystery opponent at any costs.

Mat Jones walks out slamming the door behind him.

 

[Sharpshooter 221]

Sarah: So Jason, lets go back to the hotel, order some champaigne... you know...

Jason smiles: Yeah... i know, lets go babe.

(sorry for teh brawlz Mat)

 

[HardcoreSuperstar]

*Logan Matthews sits back in his chair and takes a Cuban cigar from the inside of his jacket and lights it up. After he blows a few smoke rings he smiles and shakes his head knowingly. He wonders if any of the them realize how futile their useless squabbling is. No one ever got anywhere fighting everyone that came in to their path. He takes another long drag of the cigar, inhaling deeply, letting some smoke roll over his face before blowing it all out in a thick, grey cloud. Everything They had discussed, it was all coming together. At Fallout, he'd be the Xtreme champion, then, it would be time for the plan to come to fruition. Who cared if he was above the hardcore division? Who cared if he was the best wrestler to walk in to this locker room in years? No one. But he knew, that after Fallout, no one would be able to look past him again. He knew that his time was now and he had to make an impact. One more puff from the cigar, the smell of the smoke from the end is like heaven to Logan's nose. When he finally exhales, he lets out a small laugh because no one is even gonna know what's coming.*

 

[MizMasta3000]

Furio: hey logan how jou doin?

 

[HardcoreSuperstar]

*Logan's train of thought is broken by Furio's words. He kind of shakes his head to come back to Earth and looks at Furio briefly before a broad smile comes across his face.*

Logan: I'm doing great Furio. How about you? Cigar?

*Logan opens his jacket to expose several concealed Cubans.*