OOC: A thousand humble apologies for the tardiness, just like my character, I too have felt bereft of inspiration.
OOC2: I can't even remember if it's The Killaz that my tag team partner (whoever that may be) and I are facing. I couldn't find the card anywhere.
OOC3: I didn't even know there was an old colour code, I've just been using what I used in GWA. Another thousand apologies.
OOC4: Also, whenever I write about Pandora, I get this stuck in my head:
On exiting his training room in the deepest recesses of the ATW Arena, newly crowned ReEvolution Champion, Adam Nedman is accosted by his old enemy, Pandora, just as he makes his way to the ring for his match.
Pandora: Nice bling.
She points to the ReEvolution Championship belt around Nedman's waist.
Nedman: Mm-hm.
Pandora: So you're on your way to face The Killaz?
Nedman: Yup, I'm not really a fan of the synth-rock musical stylings of Brandon Flowers et al, so I suppose I...
Pandora interjects and puts her finger up against Nedman's lips to silence him.
Pandora: Uh-uh! You've used that joke before. I suppose next, when I explain that you're about to face The Killaz, K-I-L-L-A-Z and not The Killers, K-I-L-L-E-R-S, you'll bemoan the inadequacies of the modern education systems and complain about the lack of adherence to the Queen's English.
As she removes her finger from his lips, Nedman slumps forward from his usually flawless posture and he lets out an audible sigh.
Nedman: What can I say? I'm completely bereft of inspiration.
With that, he passes by Pandora and her crew and continues on his way.
OOC2: I can't even remember if it's The Killaz that my tag team partner (whoever that may be) and I are facing. I couldn't find the card anywhere.
OOC3: I didn't even know there was an old colour code, I've just been using what I used in GWA. Another thousand apologies.
OOC4: Also, whenever I write about Pandora, I get this stuck in my head:
On exiting his training room in the deepest recesses of the ATW Arena, newly crowned ReEvolution Champion, Adam Nedman is accosted by his old enemy, Pandora, just as he makes his way to the ring for his match.
Pandora: Nice bling.
She points to the ReEvolution Championship belt around Nedman's waist.
Nedman: Mm-hm.
Pandora: So you're on your way to face The Killaz?
Nedman: Yup, I'm not really a fan of the synth-rock musical stylings of Brandon Flowers et al, so I suppose I...
Pandora interjects and puts her finger up against Nedman's lips to silence him.
Pandora: Uh-uh! You've used that joke before. I suppose next, when I explain that you're about to face The Killaz, K-I-L-L-A-Z and not The Killers, K-I-L-L-E-R-S, you'll bemoan the inadequacies of the modern education systems and complain about the lack of adherence to the Queen's English.
As she removes her finger from his lips, Nedman slumps forward from his usually flawless posture and he lets out an audible sigh.
Nedman: What can I say? I'm completely bereft of inspiration.
With that, he passes by Pandora and her crew and continues on his way.
