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Post by Nicolas Griffin on Jan 14, 2009 2:56:40 GMT -5
[The camera fades in on the backstage area. Nicolas Griffin walks casually through the backstage area. In one hand, he carries his signature cane. In the other, the EWA Tag Team Championship dangles. The nameplate has been removed and sits vacant. As he approaches a corner in the backstage area, he grins wickedly. The camera turns to face a horned figure over in the corner]
Griff: Lokee?
[The figure turns to face him]
Griff: I'm glad t' see ye could be makin' it. I 'ave an offer fer ye.
[Griff holds out the title belt]
Griff: I want ye t' be steppin' in as the partner o' Doomsday. I think ye might be findin' yerselves as kindred spirits o' a sort. What d' ye say?
[Griff awaits a response quietly, his eyes alert]
TBC: Lokee
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Lokee
Dark Match
Tag Team Champion[A:2]
The Resident Lunatic[Mo0:2]
Posts: 12
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Post by Lokee on Jan 14, 2009 16:08:01 GMT -5
Lokee steps out of the shadows holding a turkey sandwich. With his free hand, he waves to Nicolas Griffin and smiles before returning his attention to his sandwich. After finishing the sandwich, he pulls a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket. He pulls one out of the pack, lights it, takes a long drag, and then returns the pack to his pocket.
Now this is a surprise. Nicolas Griffin, the general manager of the EWA and the man who I was told to speak with by Phade, is offering me a championship... I just don't know what to say. I mean, I didn't get you anything.
Lokee takes another long drag from his cigarette, holds it in, and then lets it out with a huff.
Well Griff, I guess I will take it. As for Doomsday and me getting along, I usually don't get along well with anyone for very long. I tend to be more than anyone can handle... and revel in every moment of it. On the other hand, since you seem to have a level head on your shoulders and this place looks like it could be a lot of fun, I will accept your offer.
Lokee takes the Belt from Griff's hand and looks it over. He finishes his cigarette, tosses it onto the ground, and stomps it out. He rests the belt over his shoulder and looks around for a moment.
Ok Griff, I guess I will play ball, for now. Just understand something, many people have said that they wish to play with me and few have meant it. More than that though, few have been able to keep up with my idea of fun. Now that I am here, there is no getting rid of me.
Lokee winks at Griff and snaps his fingers. At that same instant, Lokee vanishes with the Tag championship leaving Griff standing alone in the hallway.
TBC: Griff or End
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Post by Nicolas Griffin on Jan 14, 2009 18:06:41 GMT -5
[Griff's smile remains as he takes a step back from the area where Lokee once stood. Turning around, he begins to walk away. The sound of his shoes hitting the concrete floor is all that can be heard]
Griff: ...a lil' poison...
[Griff's laughter breaks the silence as he turns the corner, slinging the Singapore cane over his shoulder. He moves down the hallway and out of sight]
TBC: END
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