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Sooooo forgive me for myyyyyy mixed emotions......
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Just reading through. Parca, I wish you had not stated multiple times in chat that you "let emotions get the best of you, " during the match. It's heavily foreshadowed from. Previous weeks and can be infered from reading the rp first. I know the match comes first but it was essentially me being told how the character felt instead of being shown how the character felt.
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Doc is not Riot Wrex. Wrex has redeeming qualities and is beloved for being a relatable drunk. Doc is a scumbag. High level scumbag.
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Wait. Break the Code....Code!? Code Jackman! It was a video of Code getting beat up by Jett Draven!!!!
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Don't tell my emotions what to get erected by!
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Felt like Bryan joining Wyatt for a week. Was looking forward to you two returning to tag division for a bit. Especially now that you are both scumbags.
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Your poetry confuses me.
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Least favorite part of the show was the rebreak of The Uncrowned. Just let the wind out of my sails.
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Wack.
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Danny From watching your match I wanted to highlight how you can improve from a competitive and visual standpoint. Running on every reset while it might seem advantages actually worked against you in that match. With Cobra being a vet (kinda) he picked up on the pattern quickly. This may have led to reversal advantage but it also opened the door for him to catch you with a grapple on the way in. When you run in a good player can time that out and hit grapple to execute a move all while not having wasted a reversal and ensuring that they maintain advantage with following up with a move. Can you gain an advantage by running? Yes, but to do it regularly just made you too predictable. Also consider that when you run most moves will result in the opponent going to the ground which limits your offense greatly. You could pick up and attack attack attack, but that just risks opponents falling to the ground and you losing advantage anyways. Preferably I'd rather see you attach a long range strike for yourself and a duck under from a grapple position so that you can maintain distance and mix it up. From a visual standpoint it was a bit shoddy because it not only fails to mix it up but it also highlights a sense (as many have said) of panic. And that is just not a good look. Yet many of us have gone through it as we improved at the game. I know Rust used to and he admits it. Doc once fell victim to that as well. Jay only a few months ago was noting that I don't panic anymore. I believe it was actually in the match against you where he said that. You've got the tools and were/are considered an up and comer but the wins WILL come over time but even with this short of time before a switch to the new game I recommend you consider moves that will allow a greater blend of comp and visual appeasement because the visual will help you get over more with the audience. Once Wrex dropped the moniker of being Mr. Duckunder and Ant dropped Mr. Pickup they found more success. This is advice for all rookies or younglings.
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Very good question
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And Debbie D? Are you kidding me? The women that I beat just a few weeks ago? Oh I'm sorry. Do I not dance around and flaunt my ass enough to be good enough for ocw management?
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Lot of Big-Boy alts in this one, seemingly stacking the cards up against Flojo. Here, we see Debbie D continue her rise in OCW as she might find herself Champion of her division before she hits 4 wins in OCW. This is quoted from an above post. Call Blaine an alt one more time mothafucka. I dare ya!
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Male Nurse: It’s fine, Jenny. I just have to check on these idiots. Todd Moll was a 26 year old nurse. He had graduated two years ago, was happily married, and had one child. Life was good. He didn’t know at the time, but he was about to become a millionaire after he sued the hospital today. He walked in, eyes down on his pad: Alright Mr. Caine we-- He stopped. B17 was posing naked in front of the window. With only his eyepatch on. B17: Ladies, look at your man. Todd: I’m...I’m a man...you need to get back in bed! B17: Now back to me, now back to your man, now back to me. Todd: Wha…What is going on? Seriously, please get dressed. He took an apprehensive step forward. B17: Now sadly he isn’t me. But if he stopped using lady scented body wash and switched to Old Spice he could smell like he’s me. Look down! Todd looked down. There was nothing there. B17: Now up! Todd looked up just in time to see Wrex smile and smash a piece of metal directly into his face. Wrex has somehow managed to pull a chunk of the gurneys frame clean off, wielding it like a club. Wrex: Take that you fucking c… ah shit, wrong nurse.. sorry buddy. He looks over to the still naked Bingo. Wrex: Well, step one out of the way. Now we just find a way out. Put on his clothes. B17: I refuse. Wrex: Fine. Get in the gurney we are getting out of here. While Bingo climbed into the bed, Wrex stripped the man down, unlocked himself, and disguised himself in the scrubs. He pulled the man out of the way and began to push Bingo out the door. B17: Nice and easy. Don't make eye contact, if you make eye contact they will know you are dead inside and no healer. Wrex: Thanks, B. They made it down the hallway with no problem. No one even paid them any attention. It wasn't until they made the elevator that they found trouble. Four armed security were loitering by the doors. One saw Bingo and piped up. Security: Sir, where are you taking him? 10 ft away Wrex whispered. Wrex: Ya trust me? B17: No. Wrex: Right answer, get ready to jump. As the guard receives no answer he begins moving forward towards them, asking again where the two are going. Once he’s close enough Wrex shouts jump to Bingo. Rolling the cart as fast as he can right into the guard. Then making a break for a random hallway. Wrex: Gotta be another exit. The three other guards sprint after them as a naked Bingo and scrub Wrex take off sprinting down a hallway to their left. As they approach the Burns Unit a cute nurse pops out of the door. Bingo grabs her by the shoulders. B17: Miss! Don't panic! How do we get out? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Wrex grabbed him by the ear: You're naked you idiot. No one's gonna help us! Security: Stop! They were getting closer. So Wrex did the only thing available to him. A man with a horse shaped head wrapped in bandages was sitting in a wheelchair confined full body cast. Wrex: Sorry kid Wrex shoved him down the hall towards the guards where he caused chaos when he spilled out of the chair. B17: I think that was Blacksmith. Wrex: This isn't a vet, let's go! By absolute blind luck they eventually come across the stairs, Wrex accidentally pushing a one legged man down them along the way. Wrex: There’s probably a fuckin army waiting in the lobby. There’s gotta be a side door.. Bingo halted Wrex and pointed to a door. Wrex didn't pause, he kicked in the door. But stopped immediately. The Cancer Ward. Wrex looked at Bingo who had somehow become dressed. His hair was slicked back. He was wearing an all black singlet that read "C17" and his face was an impassive mask. B17: Ohhhh death. Wrex: Fuck no! Wrex yanked the door closed only to find B17 smiling and naked again. They began running down the stairs again. Until they reached another door. Wrex: Please don't be alcoholic anonymous. Bingo: It's our only chance. Wrex: Probably. You wait here. Don't need you… doing what you do. He proceeds to kick in the door. Heading through with raised fists. Right into the children’s ward. A bunch of soulless eyes staring back at him. He immediately exits. Wrex: Yeah we got real lucky there… Clank. Plop. Oof. Ahh! The man Wrex had pushed earlier came crashing down after a long ride right in front of him. Wrex: Take his clothes. B17: No! Wrex: It's the children's ward. B17: Help me take his pants off. Wrex and Bingo quickly stripped him down and found that he had a prosthetic leg. Wrex removed it too while Bingo dressed. They crashed through the door just as they heard security enter the stairwell. Wrex: I like our chances here. Should be an easy fight. They walked slowly past the kids, most of them looked confused. B17: It's ok, kids. We are just looking for the exit. Can you help us out? A bold looking one spoke out. Kid: Aren't you B17? B17: Yes? Kid: My dad left my mom for our pool boy because of you! WACK. The kid hit B17 square in the nuts. Wrex: Why the hell didn’t I try that.. Nice one kid. He looks to the struggling Bingo. Wrex: Turning people gay? I’ll be damned. B17 in a choked voice from the ground: It's not a choice. Wrex: Yeah yeah, I know B He does his best to try and drag Bingo back to his feet. Which is to say, not very well. Wrex: Fuck you’re heavy. Another kid, embolden by the other steps forward. Kid: And you made my favorite wrestler leave! Wrex: My what a deep voice you have. Deep voice kid: I could be a wrestler, but people like you hold others down! Wrex: I don't think this is a kid. B17: He's a midget! Filled with puny rage the midget runs howling at Bingo. But all he gets for his trouble is Wrex's boot to the face. Wrex: Ok! Enough. All midgets and sexually traumatized children stand down! How do we get out of here? The kids/maybe midgets point to the far door. But before they can make the door. The security team crashes in behind them. And two orderlies come rushing in from the front door. B17: No time! Through the window. All pause and watch as Bingo rushes towards the window dramatically. SPLAT! The unyielding window throws back B17 who collapses on the floor unconscious. Wrex: Oh for fuck sake. Holding up the prosthetic leg he stole earlier, Wrex does what he does best. …… …… By the time Bingo woke up he was slung over the shoulder of Wrex who was steadily making his way down the sidewalk. B17: Thanks Wrex. Wrex: You're welcome, Fuckstick.
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Orderly: Mr. Ross. Your boss has made it very clear. The handcuffs stay on until you are dismissed from the hospital. In his own words, “fix that stoopid mothafucker up and get 'em back in the ring.” Wrex yanked at the frame of the gurney angrily. Wrex: At least get me some fucking beer, or some fucking painkillers you fat cunt. The orderly was indeed hefty, but she ignored him while smirking in a knowing way. Wrex didn’t notice. He was too busy brooding over his loss two days earlier at Consequence to B17 in what might have been his most grueling match ever. Even he had found himself surprised by Bingo’s viciousness which had left him with an enlarged spleen, two cracked ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and a concussion. But he had given as good as he had gotten. Wrex: Where are you taking me? My room is nowhere near here. Orderly: Oh honestly we are sick of dealing with you. You’re rude, mildly misogynistic, crude, overall just an annoying person. Luckily we think we have a roommate that can deal with you. Someone just as difficult as you. B17: I WILL NOT PUT ON YOUR SCRATCHY SHEETS! Wrex: You cunt. But Wrex was helpless to stop her as she rolled him into a room occupied by two nurses and a butt naked Bingo laying cross armed on his bed the only thing he was wearing was an eye patch and bandages across his lower abdomen and left arm. Wrex: You’re fucking evil. He scowled as everyone left besides him and Bingo, who looked delighted to have company. B17: Wrex! Wrex: Fuckhead. Bingo laughed but quickly stopped and held at his stomach. Wrex: Sensation force you here too? B17: Him and a cattle prod. A dark blue bruise covered half of Bingo’s face, some of it was covered by the patch, but it was clear it extended all the way to his scalp. Wrex: Could you please cover up for once? B17 shrugged and threw the blankets over him. Wrex: How’s the eye? Why did he care? B17: I don’t know. Bunch of mumble jumble. Something about a ladder smashing into my face and leaving severe trauma and scratches. Do you know anything about that? Wrex: I should have poked the other one out too. Bingo chuckled. B17: I should have dropped you head first onto the steel steps. Wrex: You did. Bingo contemplated that for a moment. Wrex: Next time I will leave you on the ground after you belly flop through a table. B17: Next time I should just dislocate your shoulder and trap your arm to start. It was Wrex’s turn to chuckle. Wrex: You won't be the first to try.. Or succeed.. Hey, Bingo. B17: What? Wrex: I hope your eye fuckin rots. Bingo smiled. Bingo: I hope they amputate the arm. Wrex: It’d be worth the two weeks off.
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I didn't train him. He just asked me a bunch of questions.
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Also. Thank you Tibby. I thought H20 vs Tre was the best match of the night.
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I called it. See the survey.
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No one ever accused Wrex of being mature.
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I was amazed how big Debbie was
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Wordsssss bruh!
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There is something delightfully crazy about Jt's look that I really like. Thanks to all involved with The Roadhouse Rps. I've always tried to use them to create character interactions you otherwise wouldn't see. Tre using the rankings as material for being angry warms my heart. I'm gonna wait and see if I should get excited for Horse return. Moore went full retard. Then again *blah blah blah* world history. *blah blah blah* coincidences....etc etc. She might be on to something.
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Are you suggesting she is or just pointing out the irony?
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Thank God we aren't on TNT, CBS, tbs, NBC. We would have been canceled the moment the word Nazi came up.
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Why hello, Mrs. Double D.