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Post by Dollface on Jul 15, 2015 10:12:48 GMT -5
Kelli squeals and darts over to Cosmos, attacking him with an enthusiastic (if slightly violent) hug, knocking his sunglasses askew on his face.
"You're BACK! Things are going to be SO much better with you back! And not just because there'll be another sexy guy to grapple with in the ring!"
She releases him, letting him settle himself as she saunters over to Crazy Boy, helping herself to a few pieces of his popcorn.
"Enjoying the show, Crazy Boy?"
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Post by Nathan Saniti on Jul 15, 2015 11:54:38 GMT -5
An unfathomable level of jealousy overtakes Nathan as he conjures a gun specifically designed to launch his hallucinogen - dipped hatpins. He begins to count the men Kelli flirts with.
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Post by Grimm on Jul 15, 2015 15:09:58 GMT -5
Tag teams, eh?
Snap.
Crackle.
Pop.
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Post by Nathan Saniti on Jul 16, 2015 7:42:18 GMT -5
Tag teams, eh? Snap.
Crackle.
Pop.An evil smile arises on Nathan's face. "Perhaps you SHOULD join in this skirmish, old friend. It would give you the focus you have so severely lacked in recent memory." |
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Post by Dollface on Jul 16, 2015 11:47:17 GMT -5
Kelli edges back towards a more neutral center of the area.
"Dude, Nathan - that's Grimm. You know that, right? Big red beard, eyes hard and blue as yeti nipples, looks like he could tear an Oldsmobile in half?"
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Post by Nathan Saniti on Jul 16, 2015 12:00:45 GMT -5
Kelli edges back towards a more neutral center of the area. "Dude, Nathan - that's Grimm. You know that, right? Big red beard, eyes hard and blue as yeti nipples, looks like he could tear an Oldsmobile in half?" |
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Post by Dollface on Jul 16, 2015 12:07:44 GMT -5
Kelli makes a face, whether pure brattiness or uncomfortable at the reminder of winning her International belt from Nathan himself is uncertain.
"I'm not saying fear. I'm saying the kind of sensible caution that keeps you from attempting to stop a moving chainsaw blade with your hands or genitals."
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Post by Grimm on Jul 16, 2015 14:11:55 GMT -5
"That's a long list of accolades you've got there, Saniti. Two wins and a title belt. And yet somehow I manage to go on living."
Grimm shrugs.
"I've had 168 matches in PCW. Forty-five have been losses. You weren't the first to best me on any given night, and you won't be the last. Welcome to the club."
"Just remember, sooner or later, I'll see you again."
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Post by Sadistic on Jul 16, 2015 14:27:52 GMT -5
Snap.
Crackle.
Pop.
And fear, or lack thereof, never interfered with the ability to absorb an ass beating.
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Post by Nathan Saniti on Jul 16, 2015 14:34:27 GMT -5
"Any time either of you gentlemen, and I'm using the term extremely loosely, wish to spar, feel free to wipe the yellow off of your backs and enter the ring. Fear may not interfere with the absorption of a beating, but keep in mind that statement work both ways. I have yet to meet Mr. William Dillinger one-on-one. Perhaps the fate will smile and rectify that, unless you're too busy making excuses to prevent it from happening."
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Post by Dollface on Jul 16, 2015 15:22:29 GMT -5
"Okay so 45 out of 168 is about a third, right? So that means you have a one in three chance of leaving the ring under your own power with a shiny gold sticker on your chart. I think if you do a math thing you could figure out which match to choose to face Grimm at because if it's one in three and he's won or lost whatever matches recently you could use the law of probability to decide that."
Kelli shrugs from her spot near Sadistic, grinning at Nathan.
"Or something. I can't math right now, but if you can math I bet you can figure it out and win."
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Post by Sadistic on Jul 16, 2015 16:31:29 GMT -5
It's actually closer to one out of four.
That's pretty ridiculous, now that I think about it.
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Post by Alexa Black on Jul 16, 2015 17:22:55 GMT -5
45 / 168 = 26.7%
For those who were wondering.
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Post by Dollface on Jul 16, 2015 17:26:40 GMT -5
"Hey, I already said I can't math. Bite me."
Kelli blinks and quickly edges away from Sadistic.
"Or not. I'm good with not, too. Super good with not."
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Post by A Ghost in the Wind on Jul 16, 2015 17:30:26 GMT -5
(Just a reminder, please differentiate between IC and OOC banter on this board.)
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Post by Dollface on Jul 16, 2015 17:37:50 GMT -5
(Hey, Alexa MIGHT be a mathematical savant. Which is where I took that. xD)
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Post by Alexa Black on Jul 19, 2015 7:22:14 GMT -5
Alexa grabs some popcorn from Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith pours herself a large soda And turns to him. "Can you believe Derek Cosmos? After being out for so long he comes back and boldly claims that he and his mystery partner are going to win the title from whoever wins? Dear sweet naive Derek.. Unless your partner is Jesus Christ himself there is no way you'll be taking those titles from whoever wins them you delusional twerp. When me and my partner, she points at Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith win this we intend to hold them for a LONG time. And if you want to have a futile attempt at trying to take them then please by all means go ahead it would be my pleasure to obliviate you and your mystery friend. Those belts are soon going to be held by the (Un)stable She leans against the wall sipping her soda. |
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Post by Dollface on Jul 19, 2015 11:21:30 GMT -5
Kelli tosses a piece of popcorn at Alexa, aiming for her cleavage but piffing it off the top of Black's drink instead.
"Don't be silly, Alexa. Psychedelica is gonna win the belts which means - guess what - even if Nathan has one? I have the other, and the Black Hand will hold half your precious Championship!"
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Post by Cory Steel on Jul 19, 2015 11:42:10 GMT -5
"The biggest challenge after success is shutting up about it," the voice was icey and robotic and from no where Jury joins the fold arms folded, and eyes of gray stared at Kelli.
The big man joins his commrad passing eyes over the rest of the misfits landing lastly at Grimm.
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Post by Derek Cosmos on Jul 19, 2015 11:46:18 GMT -5
"Dang, Alexa...what's up with all the hostility? I know this is a competition, but we're still people. Why are you so angry? Do you want a hug too?"
Derek closes his eyes, gives off the biggest smile, and outstretches his arms ready for an embrace. Derek does not see Nathan Saniti inching closer with his 'sculpture,' and the closer Saniti gets, the more Derek's nose scrunches up.
"Not big into baths, are we, Ms. Black?..."
Alexa Black smirks and whispers to Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith, "Buffoon. "
"...It's alright, I'm more of a shower guy myself...,"
Nathan's 'art' is within graps when Kelli tells Saniti, "...Nathan, enough; That's not nice." Derek quickly opens his eyes to find himself staring at the Nathan's attempt at "The Thinker."
"Not bad, man, but P-U. That stinks. Thanks, but no thanks. But I hear The Anarchist and Loco might be looking for a Welcome Back gift. Or maybe Judge, Cory Steel, Bubba, or High Tide and Wasp would enjoy it. Try one of them. I just wouldn't try..."
Derek looks around nervously for a moment not sure if the monster is lurking, "...Grimm." |
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