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Hunter Payne · **10-27-2013, 12:17 AM**

-Hunter Payne arrives in the locker room awaiting what could be the biggest match of his career tonight-

Payne: What time is it? Game time!...

-Hunter throws his bag by his locker, anxiously waiting... you can tell he is a little nervous with pre-show jitters-

when suddenly...

Smoke · **10-27-2013, 05:52 PM**

Smoke storms in, the door almost entirely unhinging from the force he had opened it.

He saw Hunter and exhales a deep breath, relieving the anger once within him.

The other locker room became... dysfunctional.

He lightly threw his bag on the bench in a corner and walks over to it, sitting beside to begin unpacking.

Hunter Payne · **10-27-2013, 08:34 PM**

-Hunter no longer nervous begins to conversate with Smokeman-

Yeah, this is kinda the land of the dysfunctional...

-Hunter begins to do leg stretches-

AlexandraCallaway · (10-27-2013)

Paul Heyman just happens to be walking passed the mens locker room at the very moment he yells:

Who the fuck ate all the Matzo Ball Soup!? This never would've happened if Paul Heyman was running this Lottery!

No one even knows why Paul is there. He has no vested interest in what happens in the Lottery. Nonetheless, he continues on his way.

Smoke · **10-28-2013, 03:39 AM**

Smoke stares at Paul as he walks away, understandably confused as to why he was here in the first place. He shakes his head and continues to unpack his bag, which contains his gear. Pulling out his elbow pads, tape and arm band, he takes off his shirt.

I'd say you've got a pretty big match tonight, considering who you're facing. Like for me, your partner last week is your opponent this week. It's odd how things turn out, isn't it?

Smoke pulls on his arm band to his upper shoulder, followed by his two elbow pads. Pulling out his roll of black wrist-tape, he begins to apply it onto his arms.

Steve "KingSlayer" Davids · **10-28-2013, 07:36 AM**

Steve intensely wonders into the room already in his wrestling attire. He begins stretching for his match but as he overhears Smoke Man he interrupts.

"Things turn out strangely but they turn out exactly as they should. The Brotherhood shall dominate."

Mystica · **10-28-2013, 10:47 AM**

Mystica, with his gear bag in one hand and his laptop case in the other, walks casually into the locker room, nodding respectfully to the other gents already present. He carefully places the laptop case on the top shelf of his locker and takes a seat on the rough, unglossed wooden bench running the length of the lockers before pulling out a small, black leather-bound book and beginning to scan the pages, looking for something he had read earlier and is desperate to cite in an article he is working on.

Smoke · **10-28-2013, 01:18 PM**

Biting off his tape and pushing the stray end down, Smoke opcens up his bag once agin and pulls out tonights pair of tights, coloured purple and white for the sake of the Lethal Lottery. Realising he'll have to exit to get a little 'private time' in order to change, Smoke places them on his lap, not quite ready to leave yet.

A laptop is not exactly what I thought someone take into a changing room.

He said that while looking at Mystica, obviously referring to him.

Barney Green · **10-28-2013, 01:50 PM**

In walks Barney Green, dressed in a "Torey Krug" Boston Bruins jersey, black shorts and no shoes. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a can of Copenhagen Straight. He quickly packs the cans and opens it. He grabs a pinch and places it into his lip. Green goes to speak.

Barney: I am ready for one more match. You may think The Brotherhood is gonna dominate but you gotta get through "The All-Night Tranny Thrilla" first. I will be dead in the ground before I let you win.

~~Peter Fn Gilmour~~ · (10-28-2013)

Peter Gilmour walks in wearing some headphones from Monster and headbanging.. He then screams to the heavens like Rob Halford...

"PAINKILLERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!"

The boys in the back are startled and amazed at Peter's vocal range but then go back to doing whatever the were doing as Peter continues to walk inside the room"

Smoke · **10-28-2013, 03:56 PM**

Smoke shakes his head and stands up, bringing his tights with him.

I think it's time for me to leave.

He walks into the showers with it under his arm.

John Raide · **10-28-2013, 03:58 PM**

John Raide looks up from his locker as Gilmour is screaming his head off.

"Well, guess that's an improvement over the time he got drunk during karaoke and sang 'With Arms Wide Open' by Creed."

Smoke · **10-28-2013, 03:59 PM**

Smoke, who is only really around the corner, hears this comment.

HA!

~~Peter Fn Gilmour~~ · (10-28-2013)

ooc: id never sing creed!

Hunter Payne · **10-28-2013, 09:31 PM**

-Payne laughs at all the goings on. Before lacing his boots and heading to the ring-

~~Peter Fn Gilmour~~ · (10-28-2013)

Peter stops Payne before going to the ring..

"Hey Hunter.. JOY' is a filthy CUNT!" Hope u get your revenge brother!"

Peter slaps Hunter Payne's shoulder and heads out

Hunter Payne · (10-28-2013)

Payne: You'll want to watch Madness Pete, that bitch is getting exactly what's coming to her! I just wish I kicked her now headless boyfriend's ass some more before he died.

Liz Hathaway · **10-29-2013, 02:24 PM**

Liz sticks her head into the locker room door.

Sausage fest!

Liz then walks away.

~~Andrew Morrison~~ · (11-13-2013)

Andrew Morrison, for the first time in weeks, steps into the locker room. He is in black pants and black shirt with a brown hooded shirt over it and the hood is over his head, with hair in his face. He is carrying a gray workout bag with him and he places it in his locker before sitting next to it in a steel chair. He has his head down and he then reaches back into his bag and pulls out a book, "The Art of War", he opens it and speaks in a low, gravely voice, almost a whisper.

"Swift as the wind...quiet as the forest...conquer like the fire....steady as the mountain..."

He looks up toward the rest of the locker room with the hood still up and hair still in his face. Some may have wondered where he has been. Most probably didn't give a shit. But the fact was, he wasn't there for any of them. He was there for himself. And he was back. And soon they would all know why. A lot of questions would soon be answered. But for now, he sits and he observes, keeping to himself, and reading his book.

Jenna Silver · **11-13-2013, 04:48 PM**

Sup guys!

I walked into the room with only my white booty shorts and a pink bra on.

~~Peter Fn Gilmour~~ · **11-13-2013, 06:47 PM**

Peter sees Jenna and faints

~~Andrew Morrison~~ · (11-13-2013)

Andrew looks up from his book and with his free hand moves a strand of hair from his face showing one of his eyes and looks in Jenna's direction, he then speaks once again in a low, near whisper tone, quoting a poem from Lord Byron.

"She walks in beauty, like the night, of cloudless climes and starry skies and all that's best of dark and bright..."

Andrew then shakes his head and with his free hand runs a hand through his beard before speaking once more

"Poor woman, an object of lust while well deserved, should be treated with respect and emotions better suited than sin, but alas...this is the world we live in, and with sin comes punishment, punishment we all are aware of. If hell wishes to call me, I will be waiting with my fists balled and prepared to taste the flames and stomp them into ashes. If heaven wishes to try to save me, I shall be preparing for that "divine" intervention with the intent to strike upon thee with thy mortal vengeance and retribution. Perhaps thus is "sin", perhaps that is "fate". You all will soon see your fate come to pass. And for most of you, it shall not be pleasant."

Andrew proceeds to put his head back down and directs his attention back to his book, having spoken his piece, somewhat out of place, but then again, he was used to this feeling and he was embracing it. Once more, if there was a problem with that, those around would have to deal with it.

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