Warfare Segment
Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2016 5:18 am
Hey folks, can you please include this segment in results? After Charlotte vs Velvet Sky, before The Broken's celebration segment. Thank you.
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As Warfare was in full swing, all its momentum continued with a very intense moment of quite the character performing what looked like a series of high kicks, backfists, and chops. Blue Pants had swung around and done a massive chop into the chest of someone without warning. It was too late. She looked up, still wearing the massive brown horse mask she donned the previous week, the snout mere inches away from the man she hit.
Jimmy Havoc grabbed his chest and bit his lip. He hadn’t expected such pain from someone in a horse mask.
Jimmy Havoc: Owww! Motherfuck….Oh, it's you. Leva, urm, sorry for swearing? Why the long face darling?
Jimmy jokingly poked the nose on the Horse Mask as Blue Pants pointed both thumbs at herself and loudly sighed from within the mask despite the pun.
Blue Pants: Leva is at home, I’m Blue Pants. And since I’m the only other person here, you must be talking to me. Or else that’d be crazy. HA.
Blue Pants slowly brought her hands back to her side and shrugged rather depressingly.
Blue Pants: I don’t know. I don’t have a reason to take it off now. Bayley would always tell me when to eat and drink water and stuff so I’d have to take it off then. But now…
Again, she sighed, letting her horse head hang low.
Jimmy Havoc: I mean, you used to be so independent back when I used to know the real you, what happened? Where’s the badass Leva I used to know? I specifically remember you donning a mask quite like this!
Havoc reached into his pocket and pulled out his signature mask and tried to fit it on to the Horse Mask’s mouth. In an impulsive and uncharacteristic manner, Blue Pants smacked Havoc’s hand away.
Blue Pants: LEVA is at home like I said two seconds ago you derp. I wear this mask now.
She put her hands on her hips and held her horse head a little higher, seemingly squaring up to Jimmy. Jimmy started to look visibly frustrated. You could sense his usual demeanor creep back into him.
Jimmy Havoc: Listen, Leva...Blue Pants, Horse Mask, whoever I’m talking to. I know the real you. God fucking damnit, if I have to drag it out of you, I will. You know Seth Rollins right? Baron Corbin? You’ve seen their transformations right? They all lost something, or someone, quite like you. Just think of what we could accomplish….together. I could help you too, Leva. I want to help you. Please.
Blue Pants huffed and nodded her head at Jimmy.
Blue Pants: Yeah, I know them. And I know I don’t need help. Why are you even HERE. I was minding my own, practicing my karate, and you bust in here and mess with the feng shui and my chi. And NOW my chakras are off balance!
Jimmy started to seethe, realising that his usual charm had not worked this time. He put his mask back in his pocket and repositioned his title belts.
Jimmy Havoc: Well, as a matter of fact, I was just walking down the gorilla to go out there and celebrate my Breakout Championship defence, my Tag Team Championship win and you bloody chopped me! You really need to watch out doing...
Blue Pants: YEAH YEAH well as a matter of fact I DON’T CARE. Leave me alone. That’s what I’m used to now. And keeping in practice with my positive psychology, I’m learning to like it.
With one swift motion, she appeared to wave him off before going back to her practice. Jimmy grabbed Blue Pant’s arm as she waved.
Jimmy Havoc: Right, now stop being a fucking idiot.
Jimmy grabbed the horse mask and began to pull it off, but got a sharp kick to the shin.
Blue Pants: 3 RULES. DON’T TOUCH THE MASK. DON’T TOUCH ME. DON’T CALL MY BLUE PANTS DEN-- THE D WORD!
Blue Pants had yelled the most she ever had in her life in those three sentences, and even balled up her fists at Jimmy. From down the hall, a loud, recognisably nasal laugh was heard as Seth Rollins approached Jimmy, flaunting his two championships around his shoulders.
Seth Rollins: Jimmy! My man! Not even in a match, and already getting kicked? Try to make it to our screen time later on, man. I’ll take it from here, Blue Pants.
Seth pat Jimmy on the back and walked away with him under his arm.
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OOC: From Sam, Dave and I. Got missed in results.
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As Warfare was in full swing, all its momentum continued with a very intense moment of quite the character performing what looked like a series of high kicks, backfists, and chops. Blue Pants had swung around and done a massive chop into the chest of someone without warning. It was too late. She looked up, still wearing the massive brown horse mask she donned the previous week, the snout mere inches away from the man she hit.
Jimmy Havoc grabbed his chest and bit his lip. He hadn’t expected such pain from someone in a horse mask.
Jimmy Havoc: Owww! Motherfuck….Oh, it's you. Leva, urm, sorry for swearing? Why the long face darling?
Jimmy jokingly poked the nose on the Horse Mask as Blue Pants pointed both thumbs at herself and loudly sighed from within the mask despite the pun.
Blue Pants: Leva is at home, I’m Blue Pants. And since I’m the only other person here, you must be talking to me. Or else that’d be crazy. HA.
Blue Pants slowly brought her hands back to her side and shrugged rather depressingly.
Blue Pants: I don’t know. I don’t have a reason to take it off now. Bayley would always tell me when to eat and drink water and stuff so I’d have to take it off then. But now…
Again, she sighed, letting her horse head hang low.
Jimmy Havoc: I mean, you used to be so independent back when I used to know the real you, what happened? Where’s the badass Leva I used to know? I specifically remember you donning a mask quite like this!
Havoc reached into his pocket and pulled out his signature mask and tried to fit it on to the Horse Mask’s mouth. In an impulsive and uncharacteristic manner, Blue Pants smacked Havoc’s hand away.
Blue Pants: LEVA is at home like I said two seconds ago you derp. I wear this mask now.
She put her hands on her hips and held her horse head a little higher, seemingly squaring up to Jimmy. Jimmy started to look visibly frustrated. You could sense his usual demeanor creep back into him.
Jimmy Havoc: Listen, Leva...Blue Pants, Horse Mask, whoever I’m talking to. I know the real you. God fucking damnit, if I have to drag it out of you, I will. You know Seth Rollins right? Baron Corbin? You’ve seen their transformations right? They all lost something, or someone, quite like you. Just think of what we could accomplish….together. I could help you too, Leva. I want to help you. Please.
Blue Pants huffed and nodded her head at Jimmy.
Blue Pants: Yeah, I know them. And I know I don’t need help. Why are you even HERE. I was minding my own, practicing my karate, and you bust in here and mess with the feng shui and my chi. And NOW my chakras are off balance!
Jimmy started to seethe, realising that his usual charm had not worked this time. He put his mask back in his pocket and repositioned his title belts.
Jimmy Havoc: Well, as a matter of fact, I was just walking down the gorilla to go out there and celebrate my Breakout Championship defence, my Tag Team Championship win and you bloody chopped me! You really need to watch out doing...
Blue Pants: YEAH YEAH well as a matter of fact I DON’T CARE. Leave me alone. That’s what I’m used to now. And keeping in practice with my positive psychology, I’m learning to like it.
With one swift motion, she appeared to wave him off before going back to her practice. Jimmy grabbed Blue Pant’s arm as she waved.
Jimmy Havoc: Right, now stop being a fucking idiot.
Jimmy grabbed the horse mask and began to pull it off, but got a sharp kick to the shin.
Blue Pants: 3 RULES. DON’T TOUCH THE MASK. DON’T TOUCH ME. DON’T CALL MY BLUE PANTS DEN-- THE D WORD!
Blue Pants had yelled the most she ever had in her life in those three sentences, and even balled up her fists at Jimmy. From down the hall, a loud, recognisably nasal laugh was heard as Seth Rollins approached Jimmy, flaunting his two championships around his shoulders.
Seth Rollins: Jimmy! My man! Not even in a match, and already getting kicked? Try to make it to our screen time later on, man. I’ll take it from here, Blue Pants.
Seth pat Jimmy on the back and walked away with him under his arm.
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OOC: From Sam, Dave and I. Got missed in results.