I had a chance to view the footage of Rebels attack on Peter Gilmour and I must say, I'm not happy.

I still consider Peter Gilmour a friend of mine, even if he is still pissed at me for making the business decision to cut him loose from the Brotherhood. An attack on Peter Gilmour is an attack on me.

Now, with Rebel being new to the fold, perhaps I should let this mistake slide. After all, I admire his desire to make an impression.

However, using my entrance music, and my entrance in general to fool my friend is a mistake that comes with consequences.

Rebel, you need to know who your leader is, boy!

"Well," raYne says, "Rebel ran into a little problem. An... RKO shaped problem. At the hands of none other than Eminem. ^.^"

http://xwf99.com/showthread.php?tid=6733

"And once Shady was finished... like, literally, I shredded the poor wigger bastard with a CHAINSAW... and Marshall is 'finished'...

"... I pinned Rebel. And pending the referee's decision [a ref that just so happened to be Vanilla Ice] ...

"Rebel may be short one gold strap.

"Any further humiliation you put the guy through... will simply be icing on the cake.

"Give him your worst, Sebby!"

<3

Never call me Sebby. Ever.

Would Sebastard work?

raYne looks at LJ. LJ looks at raYne

HIGH FIVE!!!

"Party on raYne!"

"Party on Havok!"

They play air guitar as the scene fades.

wait, so Sebby is allowed to stab Pete im the back but Rebel can't make a strategic sneak attack. Damn, Rebel... I wouldn't put up with that, Sebby just said he values his Peter relationship more than the one he has with you.

... JOHN MADISON FOR KING!

... oh, wait. Nevermind.



EDiT:

Decided to add this. Cuz I can.

Yeah, Rebel, don't put up with that. Leave The Brotherhood. Leave the building. Once you leave said building walk into traffic and then the title can be handed to Gilmour out of forfeit. Everybody wins!

If Peter gets the title... nobody wins.

By default.
Well, except for Sweety Petey of course.

But then... really. Doesn't that just rub salt in the wound?

Oh no no. Everybody wins. And if they are upset about it, they can go fuck themselves... yourself included. got it?

... wow. Harsh.

...

GRATUITOUS RAYNE BASHiNG!!!

#raYne's_world
#party_time
#excellent

"Just the fact that you are standing here in a conversation that... doesn't pertain to you is going to get you some heat. But what should we expect from a newbie?"

Alexandra looks at him, glaring him down.

"Furthermore, who walks around saying "hashtag phrase" in everyday life? Are you twitter?"

Well maybe it is...But if that's the case he ruined my life..

*He ponders on that almost stonerish thought for a moment.*

Nah.

"Aww that sucks for you Havok."

"One phrase --

#HEEL

-- <3 "

raYne smirks.
And departs.

~ fin ~

LJ, you sound a little salty about your current losing streak. So you go and pick up Gilmore, who also has a notable losing streak. You guys are the perfect coupling.

Duke, what I did, I did because of the effects it will have on my title match. I respect the hell out of you Duke, but if you would rather side with Pete on this, then we have a problem. If I remember correctly, someone once told me that those in the Brotherhood can have their own agenda, but that we would have each others backs. Is that not so anymore?

"Rayne darling, honey child, you are no heel."

he's going to start speaking in binary code in a moment.. damn androgynous robots..

*Havok chuckles to himself and keeps on talking.*

Keep bringing up the losing streak, Rebel. I may be in a bit of a hole when it comes to my wins and losses. But I'm still a whole lot more of a man than you will ever be. Not only to I "out man" you, but I am also smarter in every conceivable way.

You're allowed to keep thinking that, but when you scavenge Brotherhood garbage to join your ranks, you're showing your low level of intelligence.

(09-19-2013, 06:20 AM)ljTheSavior Said: Oh no no. Everybody wins.

Don't be so sure.

He wants revenge. I want revenge. End of story, Rebel.

So with that logic, loser + loser= sweet vengeance?

No, sorry LJ, loser + loser = unemployment line.

Which would mean that Pete would have nowhere to live, seeing as how Rose is dead. So Pete would become LJ's roommate. That could be a sitcom right there. Not a good one mind you, but one that someone like Rayne would watch to feel better about himself.

You obviously don't think about what your saying before it comes out of your mouth.. All you are doing is stalling. Throwing the same insults over and over again. You're stalling because you know this could be the reason you are thrown out of the Brotherhood. You are stalling because you really don't know if you can defeat Gilmour, and you are unsure if Sebastard would even keep you in his group of tards if you drop the title to Gilmour. That's just what I think. But as I have said several times, if Gilmour some how manages to lose against you, I will take the fucking title myself.

Stalling? Really LJ? Every time I turn around, you are stalking me, running your little pie hole about how much better than me you are. Step up and take a swing.

You say I'm stupid, not man enough, that i need to walk into traffic.

I've been through hells that would make you piss your little super hero underwear.

The only fucking way that you or the Parmesan Princess can get the Xtreme championship from me is by forfeit.

As for the Brotherhood, it is an honor to be apart of it. My goals are the same as the rest of the groups. I think I am the X factor that Duke needs in his war with Madison.
But he and I shall have word later.

Go back to your tree house team, and worry about who you all are going to lose to next.

Rose Smith isnt dead. She was brought back to life by an angel after Peter took out that demon and screamed to the heavens. Hey Peter, you know who has connections with heaven? My buddy Eli James. Im pretty sure you can thank him and the Black Circle, just for the record.

Batman underwear thank you. And how did you know? Seems like your the one stalking me Mr. "X Factor"

*Havok laughs, smirks condescendingly, and then walks out of the room. He is obviously done with this petty bullshit.*

Open to... the cabin. $hane's cabin, in the raYne Forest... in some unknown location in Saint Louis, Missouri. The cabin is darkened... but a dimly lit bulb dangles above the wooden floor. Through the shadow, emerges The raYne Storm. He wears a dark brown tee-shirt, with the 'anarchy' symbol in white covering the front. He also wears a pair of slightly baggy jeans, a black belt with silver spikes, and his cherished dragon pendant around his throat.

His hair is shaggy... its natural state. And he has grown a noticeable goatee. He's fully embracing the masculine side of his androgynous dichotomy. He stares, quite callously, into the camera's lens. $hane sneers... a hand placed upon the head board of a wooden chair, which sits right below the light bulb. The bulb barely illuminates the room... simply giving an eerie glow... $hane speaks.

"First of all... Lexxi. I've decided, from now on, that is my name for you. Sebby hates being referred to as such... so I figure you wouldn't be completely enthralled with my very own, personal, nickname for you. Lexxi... I've told you before. And I'll tell you again.

"You know nothing... NOTHING... about me. You know more than when I first said that... but you've only touched the tip of the iceberg. You think I'm 'no heel'? Ah... I see. Fine. Believe that. And keep believing that, all you wish.

"For... it's true.
But neither am I a 'face'.
iAm... a tweener.
Neutral.
In EVERY sense of the word.
Right down to my gender role.

"And just as my mood and gender tip the scales this way and that... so too does my alignment.

"And at any time?
The scales could tip one way...
And stay there.
Keep that in mind, 'honey child'."

$hane then slowly sits down upon the chair, only, crouched, with his feet resting upon the seat, in a kneeling fashion. He folds his arms before him... and stares intently into the camera.

"LJ... I've got a riddle for you.

"01011001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01110010 01100101 01101101 01101001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01101101 01100101 00100000 01101111 01100110 00100000 01100001 00100000 01100011 01100101 01110010 01110100 01100001 01101001 01101110 00101110 00101110 00101110 00100000 01110011 01110100 01110010 01100001 01101001 01100111 01101000 01110100 00100000 01100101 01100100 01100111 01100101 00100000 01110011 01110101 01110000 01100101 01110010 01110011 01110100 01100001 01110010 00101110 00100000 01000010 01110101 01110100 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100111 01110010 01100101 00100000 01101110 01101111 01110100 00100000 01110011 01110100 01110010 01100001 01101001 01100111 01101000 01110100 00100000 01100101 01100100 01100111 01100101 00101100 00100000 01100001 01110010 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00111111 00100000 01101001 01000001 01101101 00101110 00100000 01000001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01101010 01110101 01110011 01110100 00100000 01100001 01110011 00100000 01101000 01100101 00100000 01110111 01101111 01110101 01101100 01100100 00100000 01110000 01110010 01101111 01100011 01101100 01100001 01101001 01101101 00101110 00101110 00101110 00100000 01101001 01000001 01101101 00100000 01100010 01100101 01110100 01110100 01100101 01110010 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100001 01101110 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00101110"

A piece of text briefly flashes across the screen... perhaps to aid LJ in deciphering the message...

http://home.paulschou.net/tools/xlate/

raYne grins devilishly, "And even SMOKiE, who clearly despises the very ground I walk on, agrees with me. Sweety Petey holding ANY title is a disgrace. An even bigger disgrace than, say, MY holding a title. Oh yes. I went there. Self burn. I don't mind a bit of self-harm, Believe me. And I can run myself down better than the whole lot of you."

raYne looks off to the side, as he often does... the facetious smile fading... being replaced by a dark scowl... "And Rebel... I'll admit. The Odd Couple '13 DOES sound enticing...", he sharply returns his gaze to the camera... anger building behind his eyes.

"... but honestly? iAm getting SICK... and tired of being the butt of everyone's joke here. And to tell the truth... it's always BEEN that way. XAW... SWC... MCW... hell, even BOB, and that place WAS a joke. Literally, a federation based around comedy, entitled 'Brawlers on a Budget'... and even there? I was the laughingstock. The town fool in a CITY of fools.

"... no more."

raYne drops from his stoop, and sits normally, his feet planted firmly upon the ground. He stares into the camera... with intent.

"Rebel... soon. VERY soon. I'll be sending a little... message... your way.

"Take heed. And respond. End of fucking story."

With that, $hane lifts a hand, and grasps the lightbulb's cord... before pulling down.

Plunging the room into pitch blackness.

~ tbc ~


#today_is_the_greatest
#day_i've_ever_known

Yeah...I'm not doing that. Because I don't really give a fuck.

"Groovy."

Says raYne.

~ fin ~

(09-19-2013, 09:22 AM)raYne Said:

Open to... the cabin. $hane's cabin, in the raYne Forest... in some unknown location in Saint Louis, Missouri. The cabin is darkened... but a dimly lit bulb dangles above the wooden floor. Through the shadow, emerges The raYne Storm. He wears a dark brown tee-shirt, with the 'anarchy' symbol in white covering the front. He also wears a pair of slightly baggy jeans, a black belt with silver spikes, and his cherished dragon pendant around his throat.

His hair is shaggy... its natural state. And he has grown a noticeable goatee. He's fully embracing the masculine side of his androgynous dichotomy. He stares, quite callously, into the camera's lens. $hane sneers... a hand placed upon the head board of a wooden chair, which sits right below the light bulb. The bulb barely illuminates the room... simply giving an eerie glow... $hane speaks.

"First of all... Lexxi. I've decided, from now on, that is my name for you. Sebby hates being referred to as such... so I figure you wouldn't be completely enthralled with my very own, personal, nickname for you. Lexxi... I've told you before. And I'll tell you again.

"You know nothing... NOTHING... about me. You know more than when I first said that... but you've only touched the tip of the iceberg. You think I'm 'no heel'? Ah... I see. Fine. Believe that. And keep believing that, all you wish.

"For... it's true.
But neither am I a 'face'.
iAm... a tweener.
Neutral.
In EVERY sense of the word.
Right down to my gender role.

"And just as my mood and gender tip the scales this way and that... so too does my alignment.

"And at any time?
The scales could tip one way...
And stay there.
Keep that in mind, 'honey child'."

$hane then slowly sits down upon the chair, only, crouched, with his feet resting upon the seat, in a kneeling fashion. He folds his arms before him... and stares intently into the camera.

"LJ... I've got a riddle for you.

"01011001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01110010 01100101 01101101 01101001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01101101 01100101 00100000 01101111 01100110 00100000 01100001 00100000 01100011 01100101 01110010 01110100 01100001 01101001 01101110 00101110 00101110 00101110 00100000 01110011 01110100 01110010 01100001 01101001 01100111 01101000 01110100 00100000 01100101 01100100 01100111 01100101 00100000 01110011 01110101 01110000 01100101 01110010 01110011 01110100 01100001 01110010 00101110 00100000 01000010 01110101 01110100 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100111 01110010 01100101 00100000 01101110 01101111 01110100 00100000 01110011 01110100 01110010 01100001 01101001 01100111 01101000 01110100 00100000 01100101 01100100 01100111 01100101 00101100 00100000 01100001 01110010 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00111111 00100000 01101001 01000001 01101101 00101110 00100000 01000001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01101010 01110101 01110011 01110100 00100000 01100001 01110011 00100000 01101000 01100101 00100000 01110111 01101111 01110101 01101100 01100100 00100000 01110000 01110010 01101111 01100011 01101100 01100001 01101001 01101101 00101110 00101110 00101110 00100000 01101001 01000001 01101101 00100000 01100010 01100101 01110100 01110100 01100101 01110010 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100001 01101110 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00101110"

A piece of text briefly flashes across the screen... perhaps to aid LJ in deciphering the message...

http://home.paulschou.net/tools/xlate/

raYne grins devilishly, "And even SMOKiE, who clearly despises the very ground I walk on, agrees with me. Sweety Petey holding ANY title is a disgrace. An even bigger disgrace than, say, MY holding a title. Oh yes. I went there. Self burn. I don't mind a bit of self-harm, Believe me. And I can run myself down better than the whole lot of you."

raYne looks off to the side, as he often does... the facetious smile fading... being replaced by a dark scowl... "And Rebel... I'll admit. The Odd Couple '13 DOES sound enticing...", he sharply returns his gaze to the camera... anger building behind his eyes.

"... but honestly? iAm getting SICK... and tired of being the butt of everyone's joke here. And to tell the truth... it's always BEEN that way. XAW... SWC... MCW... hell, even BOB, and that place WAS a joke. Literally, a federation based around comedy, entitled 'Brawlers on a Budget'... and even there? I was the laughingstock. The town fool in a CITY of fools.

"... no more."

raYne drops from his stoop, and sits normally, his feet planted firmly upon the ground. He stares into the camera... with intent.

"Rebel... soon. VERY soon. I'll be sending a little... message... your way.

"Take heed. And respond. End of fucking story."

With that, $hane lifts a hand, and grasps the lightbulb's cord... before pulling down.

Plunging the room into pitch blackness.

~ tbc ~


#today_is_the_greatest
#day_i've_ever_known

Santos sees this nonsense and can't help but put in his two cents (surprise, amirite?):

Ah, the noise is back. Time to take a fucking vacation until the nonsense has been quelched.

September 2013 and May 2019 Star of the Month
1x Hart Champion
1x Television Champion
1x Xtreme Champion

raYne sees Tony's "promo".

He smiles.
And plays a certain tune.



"Thank you, Archie Lawson, for loaning me that particular tape... it's finally come in handy."



~ somebody's lost their smile again ~

first of all Madison, im not thanking ELI for anything other than allowing me to kill the Congregation like I did on WARFARE ;) Rose is alive and well (ooc: I'll explain why in future rps)

Rebel, dont mock Sebastian Duke because he will rip out your throat. Me and him may be at odds over him making a "business" decision but I still respect the guy as my friend. as for your title, you better hold it tight because next week on Warfare, I'm going to take it from your dead body! that belt is coming home to the Extreme Revolution!!

Rayne.. dont call me sweety!

SUCK... MY... DICK!

3X Star of the Month
Former 3x Hart Champion
Former 13X Xtreme Champion
Former 6X Tag Champion
Former 2X Trios Champion
Former 2x Heavy Metal Weight Champion
Former Universal Champion

Mmmmmm, Peter Hunny Bunny, you make me feel so funny. The name'z GREGGO baby... How'd ya like to get to know meh?

... I redact my previous statement.

GREGGO FOR KING~!!1one

<3

(09-19-2013, 10:03 AM)GREGGO Said: Mmmmmm, Peter Hunny Bunny, you make me feel so funny. The name'z GREGGO baby... How'd ya like to get to know meh?

How'd ya like to meet Barbie? *holds bat in hand ready to swing at Greggo's nutsack*

SUCK... MY... DICK!

3X Star of the Month
Former 3x Hart Champion
Former 13X Xtreme Champion
Former 6X Tag Champion
Former 2X Trios Champion
Former 2x Heavy Metal Weight Champion
Former Universal Champion

Greggo spreads his legs far apart and balls up his fist. Knick knock... Come get this dick, doc.

"... dammit, I thought you meant the doll ..."







"... but alas, you didn't. aw well. i gotta song for that too ..."







^.^

(09-19-2013, 06:09 AM)John Madison Said: wait, so Sebby is allowed to stab Pete im the back but Rebel can't make a strategic sneak attack. Damn, Rebel... I wouldn't put up with that, Sebby just said he values his Peter relationship more than the one he has with you.

I did what I had to do, John. You've been there, right?

(09-19-2013, 06:16 AM)ljTheSavior Said: Yeah, Rebel, don't put up with that. Leave The Brotherhood. Leave the building. Once you leave said building walk into traffic and then the title can be handed to Gilmour out of forfeit. Everybody wins!

Leave it to scrubs I've already beaten to chime in when their presence isn't needed.

(09-19-2013, 07:11 AM)Rebel Said: LJ, you sound a little salty about your current losing streak. So you go and pick up Gilmore, who also has a notable losing streak. You guys are the perfect coupling.

Duke, what I did, I did because of the effects it will have on my title match. I respect the hell out of you Duke, but if you would rather side with Pete on this, then we have a problem. If I remember correctly, someone once told me that those in the Brotherhood can have their own agenda, but that we would have each others backs. Is that not so anymore?

Rebel, I said I admired your desire to make an impression. Your reasons for becoming one of my Brothers doesn't concern me. What concerns me is your lack of respect, and in public mind you, for your leader.

In due time, Rebel, you and I will have our words. You want to make an impression? Great. I have no problem with that. What you did though is attack me, your own leader, when you attacked Peter Gilmour while using MY entrance.

For every action, their is an equal and opposite reaction.

Your... "life lesson"... is waiting in the wind.

Consider it your first lesson in not crossing your Angel of Darkness.

(09-19-2013, 07:56 AM)ljTheSavior Said: You obviously don't think about what your saying before it comes out of your mouth.. All you are doing is stalling. Throwing the same insults over and over again. You're stalling because you know this could be the reason you are thrown out of the Brotherhood. You are stalling because you really don't know if you can defeat Gilmour, and you are unsure if Sebastard would even keep you in his group of tards if you drop the title to Gilmour. That's just what I think. But as I have said several times, if Gilmour some how manages to lose against you, I will take the fucking title myself.

That said, Rebels position within my Brotherhood is safe. LJ Havok, you weren't even on the short list. Hell, you weren't even on the long list of potential Brothers.

For the record, maybe you should focus more on getting any win at all, not to mention focus on beating Luca Arzegotti. He's a slimy little piece of shit, but he's also damn good at what he does.

Oh I know that. I'm not stupid. At least we see eye to eye when it comes to that particular group of imbeciles.

"Seb... I'll admit.

"Even I respect the hell out of you.
Take my word... I'll no longer refer to you as 'Sebby'.

"Keep on rollin'."