~LEO appears on screen, inside Poblano's office...which is undergoing the process of being rebuilt~
Leo: I know. I KNOW. Everybody wants to hear from OCW's owner regarding all of the...stuff, that's taken place the past week. Well, I'm here with a message from our owner.
~He clears his throat~
Leo: Mr. Poblano is away for the holidays at the exotic Poblano's Pristine Peppered Paradise. He will return to Key West after the new year.
~BOOOOOO~
Leo: I wish I had more. Until then, seek out GM Marcus Welsh.
Post by reporterson on Dec 15, 2021 10:49:49 GMT -5
: CHAOS! We cut to the locker room of The A-List and it looks as if a tornado passed through! Clothes and bags everywhere, lockers ripped from the wall and laying on the ground! Then the worst scene is Dylan and Lissandra Thomas out cold under a locker! Dylan is on top of Lissandra as if he was trying to protect her. Goodie Reporterson is standing in the doorway shocked as medics rush in the room. Goodie composes himself because he is a professional and looks at the camera. :
Goodie: Goodie Reporterson here at the scene of another vicious attack. This time the victims are The Thomas'. This puts the victim count up to five! Surely the question on everyone's mind is "who will be next?" When will this madness stop and how can OCW Owner Greggory Poblano be on vacation while his wrestlers are being picked off like a 80's horror movie? Hopefully, the better person to be in charge, General Manager Marcus Welsh, will have some answers for us. For the Weekly Earth, this is Goodie Reporterson signing out.
: Zybala, Vinnie, Tank and Allton just get to the door of Marcus Welsh's office when a crew member runs up to tell the group about the attack. Everyone is pissed! Zybala turns to Allton. :
Zybala: You guys go check on Dylon and Lissandra. I'll stay here and talk to Marcus.
Allton: Are you sure?
Zybala: Yes. You take care of our friends. Maybe Marcus has some answers
Allton: If he does, I want to be the first to know. Tank, Vinnie, go check on Dylan and Lissie.
: The two nod before taking off running down the halls. Zybala and Alton then knock on Welsh's door. :
Post by Erin Gordon on Dec 15, 2021 14:04:59 GMT -5
...well, this hubbub's not gonna let up, is it? Finishing her beer, the Oncoming Storm tosses the empty bottle into a nearby garbage can before she ambles her way over to where Zybala and Allton are waiting for Marcus. Resting an elbow on Mike's shoulder, a nod's given to the stranger before stormy eyes settle on the GM.
Post by Lord Allton on Dec 15, 2021 15:34:33 GMT -5
Allton looks at Erin Gordon with a smile.
Allton: I know this isn't exactly the best time for all involved but.....you're Erin Gordon, aren't you? Yes.... I've heard a lot of good things about you...
............Rob. Though, professionally Lord Allton.
Allton holds out his hand
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Post by Erin Gordon on Dec 15, 2021 16:43:57 GMT -5
A nod is Erin's response to Allton's question, his hand regarded for a moment as she weighs and measures him... before deciding that if he's running with Zybala, he's bound to be a decent sort. Rob's hand is taken with a firm, calloused grip.
Post by Veronica Strader on Dec 15, 2021 16:52:15 GMT -5
~Veronica stands in her locker room, hands on her denim clad hips, tapping her cowgirl snake skin boot in annoyance. She adjusts the collar of her throwback Outcast t-shirt. Her TransAtlantic title over her left shoulder, she looks down at Roxxie G who is tending to gash across Marcy The Head Mistress's head. Chuck shrugs.~
Chuck: I don't know what to tell ya, boss.
Veronica: You should be telling me how the fuck someone got into this locker room to hurt Marcy, when YOU are supposed to be guarding it and us! Where were you?
Chuck: Well, Knifey and myself we picked up this Tiffany doll and lady Knifeman, Knifelady if you will, things got a little crazy and I woke up wearing someone else's underwear and this blow up sheep.
~Veronica shakes her head.~
Veronica: Were you hanging out with my personal cameraman, Harold? You know what, I don't care. Get out of my sight.
~Chuck shrugs his little shoulders and leaves the locker room, and Veronica kneels down and takes Marcy's hand in hers.~
Veronica: I'm sorry this happened, Marcy. I will find Zybala and see if we can't figure out who is Jason Vorheesing everywhere, ok?
~Marcy nods and grimaces with the movement.~
Roxxie G: Oh, you should know Vee that your sister has been spotted outside the arena.
~Veronica's head snaps and a bit of angry glare is sent Roxxie's way.~
Veronica: Victoria's sister, not mine... I'll take care of it.
~Veronica stands and hands her title to Roxxie as she quickly turns and exits the locker room.~
A nod is Erin's response to Allton's question, his hand regarded for a moment as she weighs and measures him... before deciding that if he's running with Zybala, he's bound to be a decent sort. Rob's hand is taken with a firm, calloused grip.
"Likewise."
Allton: That's quite the grip you have.... **AHEM**
Allton turns away, shaking his hand somewhat.
Allton: Where is Welsh? I don't like to be kept waiting...