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Post by stryker on Aug 11, 2012 0:17:42 GMT -5
It's another night on the road for PCW. They are in Dallas for the night doing a house show. Brian Stryker walks behind the curtain just finishing a the dark match. It's one of the last few dark matches before his big debut. And as Brian sees it, a final chance to work some ring rust out of his system.
Brian gets some congrats on a good match from several of the backstage hand as Brian is hugged by his agents.
A-Con: Great match Brian!
Stryker: I almost botched that springboard moonsault though. I can't be doing that when I make my debut. It's those stupid mistakes that cost you matches and health.
B-Soup: Ah easy Hamster. You'll do fine in your debut. Your just a little jittery. Why don't you relax.
Brian nods and grabs a towel and a battle of power aid. He sits down on a crate, drapes the towel over his head and takes a large chug from his bottle.
He looks at the ground, resting, as he feels the sores on his body start to hurt.
TBCB: anyone
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Post by Leon Lonewolf on Aug 11, 2012 3:14:34 GMT -5
A lone shadow leans on a wall, the light reveals PCW Hall of Famer Leon Lonewolf. He approaches Brian with a pat on the shoulder.
Leon: Hey. Kiddo. I saw your match. I must say I am quite impressed.
TBC: Brian
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Post by stryker on Aug 12, 2012 21:17:51 GMT -5
Brian was busy in his own little world when someone patted his shoulder. He looked up to see Leon standing there.
Stryker: Oh thanks. Not one of my best though. I still got some ring rust to work out.
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Post by Leon Lonewolf on Aug 12, 2012 23:08:36 GMT -5
Leon shakes his head. "I didn't think so. Not a botch was in sight. I think you'll do great here. I'll be keeping my eye on you."
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