William "Shaitan" Halloran: New York City Wrestling is not what one would consider to be a "high-class" wrestling promotion; in other words, it's not the seamless, slick production that a company like World Wrestling Entertainment puts on. Performing in a rented warehouse that seats maybe 600 people, the place is, to be fair, packed...New York residents love their wrestling, after all. NYCW is what's known as a "Hardcore" promotion, offering a wrestling product akin to ECW, for those familiar...for those not, it's something like WWE with liberal introduction of bizzare weapons, heavy brawling, and exciting movesets. You can see everything from powerbombs through flaming tables, to cruiserweights performing death-defying aerial maneuvers, to fans supplying weapons like chairs, stable guns, cheese graters, and even more bizarre iterms for the wrestlers to use on each other. The fanbase is rabid, supporting their favorites and booing the one's they hate, chanting "YOU FUCKED UP!" when a spot is badly botched, or the always popular "N-Y-DUB!" when something impressive happens in the ring.

William "Shaitan" Halloran: ((staple guns))

Smithy: *alright.. so these fuckers fight to the death or what? cause..if you could only pvp in a nonlethal arena.. this level blew more bytes than i can possibly calculate. feet up on a seat, she's scandalizing the general populace in the second row. yes. the second row.. who-evers seat that was is no longer taking issue with the bareboobied guntoting cyber-maddie*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther pushes his way through the thick crowd with his usual friendly sneer. Can't pick a fight.. Boss'd get pissed. So do the next best thing.. Go watch one. Maybe someone would try to start something, giving him the chance to wail. Anything could happen in a place like this. He gives a mean smirk at the thought.

Dolores Tuplin: "Ow!" comes a sharp objection from just behind and to the right of Gunther, as somebody he pushes out of the way elbows into Lola's face. Her round glasses are skewed for the moment. Not that it's easy to tell, but yes, her hair is messy - what little of it isn't stubble, that is.

Dolores Tuplin: (( Eek, color change! ))

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *why was she here? good question she was even asking herself,the strawberry blond long hair back in a pony tail, wearing an old hospital scrubs green shirt and comfy faded jeans, her jacket on her lap......free tickets someone at work 'said' they couldnt use and offered to her...she had been working relentlessly, near nonstop the past couple of weeks.....their way of saying 'take a damn break woman!'....nudging her wire rimmed glasses back up her nose*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks over his shoulder, heading a female yap in pain. He sneers at the guy he pushed at her and gives him a hard push away from the woman "Watch where yer goin, fuckstick." He rumbles at the guy. Obviously.. it was his fault.

William "Shaitan" Halloran: Currently, the match in the ring is a Barbed Wire Singapore Cane match between NYCW Tag Team Champions the Fallen, consisting of the muscular Samael and giant Shaitan, a supernaturally-gimmicked tag team with their evil, gothic beauty of a manager Lillith at ringside, versus their long-time nemesises the Demigods, consisting of the cruiserweight and "brains" of the team Loki and his giant partner Ra. Shaitan, an enormous man of over seven feet tall and over 400 pounds, dressed in a pair of black trunks with red pentacles on the side and a mask that depicts a demon face much like Pazazu from the Exorcist, is trading blows in the ring with Ra, resplendant in a pharoah-like outfit and matching Shaitan for size. They trade punches back and forth.

Harmony Christenson: She and what looks like 2 other women, sit laughing and chatting, they aren;t quite as close as the second row but they have good spots seeing who is comming out of the entrance, that way they can dazzel the wrestlers. Might even take one home for the night. She is dressed in a skin tight pair of jeans ripped in stratigic locations and a leather vest, that looks molded to her body. Her strawnerry blond hair is loose, and she looks good. Muscular men fighting, ohhhh what fun.

Smithy: *Smithy's earphones are dead around her neck, for once not spouting hideous music at full volume. she watches a greasy faced fan scuttle by, vaguely considering the effect of shooting someone in a crowd like this. would they agro? they'd probably train.. what percentage? she's licking her teeth in contemplation, white zombie eyes watching the action between the hill giants on stage*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther flicks his eyes over to the stage with a squint. He gives a wide grin and shouts "Kick 'is ass Willy!"

Dolores Tuplin: One eye is squinted shut, not terribly self-conscious, nor terribly delicate looking in rubbing her cheek. Feminine grace is not embodied here, which isn't to say that makes her any -less- of a chick. Just, you know...not all hoity toity about it. "Thanks?" she offers to Big Mean and Pottymouthed.

Smithy: d10: per alert: 9,8,9,6,5,

Harmony Christenson: "Common Kick his Ass!" she is jumpping up and down yelling at the top of her lungs, who she is wanting to win....is undeterminable.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *somewhat near the action...not too close....she has a good enough view of whats going on, interest there idly even though theres a lackluster 'working on automatic' look in the aqua blue eyes.....watching the giants wrestle*

Smithy: *she manages to hear a skin head gruff from a few feet away, looking from him with a grin t the stage.. willy. OH! the one that really didn't want to be awake. she raises her voice in support, croaking out a high gravelly* Gib a mother fucker tiny! *that high minigun laugh, she gives a wave to gunther. not the tallest or the loudest.. she still sticks out almost supernaturally in the crowd*

William "Shaitan" Halloran: d10: Performance: 6,3,6,3,9,9,10,3,

William "Shaitan" Halloran: d10: Specialty: 6,

Dolores Tuplin: "Clash of the titans," she smirks, voice swallowed in the cries of the crowd. Her hand drops again once her glasses are straightened, patting her pocket for the inhaler - still there. Good. Going to come in handy tonight.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks across the seats for an empty one and spots Smithy. He smirks and pushes that way, rudely "Get tha fuck outta my way.." He says with a shove to a random gruff looking male. "Hey slut." He gruffs to smithy.

William "Shaitan" Halloran: And damn if Shaitan isn't looking GOOD out there. The blows are stiff, and Ra is rocking backward. Shatian whips William into the turnbuckle, and follows in for a hard elbow to the other giant's face.

Harmony Christenson: That is the other thing to note, in one of her hands is a riding crop, she is waving it above her head like a flag, as she screams in glee. She is having a blast, and her friends at her sides look the same way as well.

Smithy: Jesus Fraggin Keryst Motherfucker.. joo roxxor teh Slappers! *she exclaims in appreciation of Will laying the Gib down, she sticks out a tattooed tongue and headbangs a little in appreciation, gears in her hair clanking together. she looks up with mad gleaming eyes to Gunther* Big Vatti. Wtf. figured your npc ass was as dead as your mob bitch's. How are you motherfucker?

William "Shaitan" Halloran: A short-arm clothesline drops the giant Egyptian to the groun. Shaitan uses the opprotunity to step over the ropes and drop to the ringside floor. He raises his arms to either side of his body, straight out, and calls for a chair.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther chuckles and shoves his way into a seat behind smithy. He leans forward with heavy arms against the back of her chair "Been hidin out. Got some people pretty pissed at my ugly ass. Ain't wanna get killt. Boss'd be pissed."

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *arms folded, eyes to the ring, she takes a deep breath and sighs it out.....like a lone unmoving spot in a livewire crowd, invisable....though she knew it wasnt a real bump to the turnbuckle and hit with elbow she still winced......it was a good sell after all*

Harmony Christenson: Oh a chair. She is among several people who scram,ble for their chairs, although there looks to be a good number of people who already were ready.

Smithy: Aww. and hear I thought your ass was on invincible.. *she is mid "lean back and lick the germans chin" when Will calls for a chair. a chair? that catches her off guard.. what.. like.. not a knife or a gun? or.. a really heavy lightpost.. *she starts to dig out her lappy... maybe she could get him something a little more useful than a steel chair.. hey wait.. she had a mini blowtorch on her.. she digs in her pockets*

William "Shaitan" Halloran: d10: Per+Alertness: 9,2,7,10,3,

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther chuckles and calls out to the stage "Ain't gettin Gunther's chair, fucker. Just got here. Mein."

William "Shaitan" Halloran: He grabs Harmony's chair and holds it high into the air, drawing a cheer from the crowd. Inside the ring, Ra is getting back up to his feet...until Samael runs in and clobbers him, while the referee is distracted by Lillith.

Harmony Christenson: She joins in the shoutsHolding a chair up over her head, a bit akwardly because she cannot jump around as much right now.

Harmony Christenson: ((DLP))

Harmony Christenson: She grins like a mad woman. And screams "WOO" with the rest of the croud she is so estatic that she got her chair taken to be used as a weapon.

Dolores Tuplin: Dolores watches, somewhat detatched. She's rather more studying than actively participating in this whole thing, honestly, committing details to memory.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther leans over Smithy's chair to see what she's doin "You ain't gonna do nothin stupid, is ya slut?"

Smithy: *what the HELL does she have in there.. bullets..shell casings.. gears.. bandage.. small stuffed bunny? yes.. that can't be good...AH! Blowtorch..she hauls it out*

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *ahh yeah...the chair......bringing back memories of her brother dragging her to wrestling matches when she was younger...she did manage to sit up a bit more*

William "Shaitan" Halloran: Samael retreats to his corner before the referee can see him, and Lillith jumps off the ring apron. Ra gets to his feet and climbs outside, only to get clobbered with the chair, sending the giant staggering back and down to one knee. The resounding CRACK! of steel on skull echoes throughout the arena, truly cringe-worthy.

Dolores Tuplin: Obligingly, she cringes and worms forward to see - gawd, they can't really take a guy's head off in here, can they?

Smithy: *she laughs, high and stattacco, yes! with the bashing damage! a grin to gunther* Me? Stupid? Joo want gibbed arian princess? STFU. *she snorts and turns her attention to the stage* Aww WTF biatch! *a metallic clank as she shakes the blowtorch with a mad grin* Joo're a demon motherfucker.. Lay down some fire and fucking Brimstone! LOL!*she offers the heavy metal cannister with a grimey hand.. grinning a face cracking grin with a circuited wink to gunther, and a wraggle of eyebrows*

Harmony Christenson: Oh yeah she winces and then screams "Get him! Bash in his skull!" man does she have a cruel streak hidden in her. She is jumping up and down trying to see all.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther scratches the back of his head. Confused. Not sure of all the words.. did she just call him a princess? He leans back in his seat to watch the gore.

William "Shaitan" Halloran: Shaitan looks over to Smithy and, if his mask could change it's expression, you'd be sure it grinned. He takes the blowtorch from her and bellows something to Lillith...she brings over a towel and...oh, Jesus, is that lighter fluid?

Smithy: *a grin over to the shreiking Harmony... yeah... barbie was a bitch. she appreciates this, white eyes click back to the stage and her grin gets so wide it looks like its going to crack her skull, she looks to gunther and mouths*"BOOM"

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *ahh there it was...that crack does get a blinking cringe for a moment, mostly from the sound though*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther chuckles. "Yeah.. Boom bitch. Big boom. Wily's gonna beat some ass." He looks back up to the stage "Maybe I should try ta land me somethin like this. Get paid ta smack people round."

William "Shaitan" Halloran: The towel is tied to the chair and soaked with fluid by Lillith as Ra tries to get to his feet...a couple flicks of the mini-torch, and it flares to life. Moments later, you have a flaming chair.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks around the warehouse with a smirk "Where're tha fire exits in this fuckin place? Gunther ain't gonna get all burnt up cause willy got carried away."

Harmony Christenson: Her eyes go wide as the chair is lit on fire she screams with appreciation waving the ridding crop in the air with every jump up and down.

Smithy: pffffffffffff *she makes a noise of annoyance at Will. you're setting the chair on fire* Joo Lamer! I give you a gun and you throw the bullets! *she looks to Gunther and winks. yeah.. the crazed cyber-freak winking is really reassuring. she's digging for her laptop frantically*

William "Shaitan" Halloran: Shaitan raises the chair high above his head...and a fist comes out, catching the giant demon in the midsection and doubling him over. Ra gets to his feet, grabs the chair, and brings it, flame and all, down upon Shaitan's hand with a CRACK that is just as loud as the previous one...with the added fuel of fire. Shaitan drops to the ground, as the "N-Y-DUB! N-Y-DUB!" chants sound up.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther chuckles at Smithy and reaches forward to ruffle her hair with a gruff hand.

Dolores Tuplin: "Oh, good god," she curses, leaning away from the people directly in front of her. And not just because they need a shower as of three days ago.

William "Shaitan" Halloran: ((hand=head))

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *another sigh, looking rather jaded,lackluster still, she blinks slowly and watches the flaming chair, waiting for the resounding thwack sure to come there, idly looking about the crowd....there were some....interesting characters out there*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a look of confusion. "What's all is Dub, shit? Awww.. fuck.. willy's gettin bitch-slapped.. That ain't cool.."

Smithy: Watch the skin N00b ..Dub.. Dub you. W. *she mutters, hauling out her laptop with a glance at the stage, a scratch at a bare breast*.... debugging.

Harmony Christenson: She starts chanting as well with the N_Y_DUB!" over and over again with each word the ridding crop is pounded into the air with her hand empasizing each sylabol.

William "Shaitan" Halloran: The Egyptian giant raises the burning chair high to thunderous applause, and then reaches down, grabbing Shaitan by the mask. He pulls Shaitan to his feet and rolls him into the ring, following after with the chair in hand. Ra is busted open from the chair shot he received, red trickling down the side of his face as he drops the chair on the mat, burning side up, and raises his hand into the air, the sign for his choke-slam finisher, the Wrath.

Smithy: *its clanked open and her keys resound with frantic clicking, a glance to the stage again and a mad smirk*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther scratches the back of his bald head "W? W.. what? I ain't get it."

Harmony Christenson: Yep she changes sides quite easily and now she is cheering for RA and not William. Why not it looks like he is gonna win anyways

Smithy: ny dub. dubble u. new. york.. wre- you know what big vatti.. NTFM ...k? *a laugh as she finishes what she's doing with a click of enter and a grin*

Smithy: d10: arete(wp) - one dif: 5,8,8,

Smithy: (feel free to awareness it up)

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther leans back as it finally clicks. "Ohhhhh... Yeah. Guess at makes sense."

William "Shaitan" Halloran: d10: Dex+Athletics: 7,5,10,5,8,

William "Shaitan" Halloran: d10: Dex+Ath (Ra): 2,6,5,6,3,

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *at least stay long enough to finish this match...finish this match and you can honestly tell them you made an effort to stay and watch*

William "Shaitan" Halloran: d10: Dex+Athl (Ref): 9,6,5,

William "Shaitan" Halloran: d10: Dex+Ath (Lil): 7,7,10,5,

William "Shaitan" Halloran: d10: Dex+Ath (Samael): 2,3,6,2,9,7,

William "Shaitan" Halloran: Shaitan staggers to his feet, almost slipping on something...and as Ra grabs him around the throat, about to attempt the incredible feet of picking a 400-pound man up in one hand, he takes a step, and he DOES in fact slip, falling to a knee. Lillith gets on the ringside apron and grabs the referee, drawing his attention. Samael runs in...and Loki climbs to the top rope. The smallest man leaps off the top...toward Lillith, sending them both off the apron to the ringside floor. More cheers from the man's move...Lillith had it coming, after all.

Smithy: *she looks at the ring with a cheshire cat grin on her face, laughing her ass off as she leans back and winks to gunther* Ever watched a mud match Vatti?

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods, obliviously "Yeah. So?"

Dolores Tuplin: d10: Per + Awareness: 3,3,2,8,3,

Smithy: *she leans back, head upsidedown, and licks his chin before jerking her head to the stage*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther glares at Smithy and reaches up with a gruff hand to slap her upside the head.

Harmony Christenson: She screams this was so awesome! Ridding crop still being waved in the air.

William "Shaitan" Halloran -> Dolores Tuplin: Dolores definitely felt something magical go off, just before Shaitan almost slipped and Ra did.

Smithy: Fraid you'll catch 1337 n00b? *she snickers and wraggles her eyebrows, watching the stage again without looking at gunther's glare. hell. she can practically feel the ghard blue eyes boring into her. it made her all squishy inside.. like shooting a kitten with a bio-rifle.*

Dolores Tuplin: Again she leans forward, watching the match intently now. Hands lay over her pockets - one for the pressed penny, one for the inhaler.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther wraps a gruff hand around smithy's nappy hair, jerking her face back to look at him "Ain't want yer skank mouth anywhere near me. Do it again.. An I'll let Sady eat you."

William "Shaitan" Halloran: Shaitan runs up, skidding to a stop...is the ring suddenly covered in oil or something? Whatever, he hits Ra with a double forearm to the back. The two Fallen pick Ra up and set him up for their team finishing maneuver...the Descent, a spiked piledriver. It appears to be aimed for the flaming chair...this is a move that, with a man as heavy as Ra, requires great strength...and balance.

Harmony Christenson: "Do it! Plant him into the chair!" She screams, obvlivious to the ring being slippery and just about anything else.

Smithy: *she blows the skinhead a circuited kiss. she's as frightened as sady as she is of mailboxes, ..perhaps less so. postal workers at least had guns. her eyes flick to try and watch the stage as she reaches one hand back to hold gunthers wrist so he can't break her neck, other hand dipping for her trusty fragger * Joor Fucking with the finale biatch

William "Shaitan" Halloran: Shaitan gets Ra into position, ready to pick the giant up inverted as Samael moves to the ropes and climbs up to the top rope. As Loki tries to get to his feet in front of Gunther and Smithy, Shaitan tries to pick Ra up onto pildervier position.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther smirks at the loon and pushes her head back toward the stage. "Hope willy tears this fucker a new one."

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *shes watched for a good while, but its just not engaging her ......close enough to match end as she moves to stand...'trying' to worm her way out through the crowds about the ring*

William "Shaitan" Halloran: d10: Strength+Ath (WP): 10,4,1,4,8,3,2,5,

William "Shaitan" Halloran: d10: Specialty: 5,

Smithy: *the barebreasted freak is shoved forward, smirking and snapping her gleaming teeth at Loki as he struggles to get to his feet*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther chuckles at Loki "Dude.. You suck."

Harmony Christenson: She starts to chant "Shaitan" over and over again. trying to encourage the wrestler.

William "Shaitan" Halloran: It's not the cleanest piledriver ever, but he gets Ra inverted...quite a feat, considering the man is as big as he is, and the ring is slippery as an oil slick. Samael comes off the top, grabbing Ra's legs and driving him head-first into the flaming chair. The ring damn-near shakes a bit on that one.

Smithy: *minigun laughter shriill and clear*

William "Shaitan" Halloran: Loki looks over his shoulder at Smithy & Gunther, giving them the finger, before he tries to dive into the ring to break up the pin that Shaitan is making, the man's enormous body covering Ra's prone form. The ref drops to the mat and goes to count.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *jacket in hand she takes one last look towards the ring and shakes her head with a deep sigh, heading for the doors once she can find them through the crowd*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther stretches his massive arms and pops his neck with a look around the place. "Hey smithy.. You should make me a gun. Somethin big."

Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> William "Shaitan" Halloran: (sorry but the sleep demon is kicking my ass right now*hugs* wish I could keep her longer)

Harmony Christenson: She screams for the wrestler to look out cause Loki is comming into the ring. Getting herself ready to count with the ref.

Smithy: *she clanks her lappy back in the depths of her purple coat, Grinning from ear to ear.. usuelss violence AND a gun? she turns and looks at Gunther* Specs?

William "Shaitan" Halloran -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: ((S'okie...thanks for playing. Hope you were nejoying...didn't mean for this to become "Watch me play out a wrestling match!"))

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs "Somethin that puts big holes in people. I ain't picky. You prolly know more bout guns an I do. I like my Mauser. But it's old as hell."

William "Shaitan" Halloran: "ONE!!!" The crowd chants along with the count. "TWO!!! THREE!!!" The bell rings, and the crowd goes nuts.

Dolores Tuplin: Behind the thin lenses of her glasses, those eyes are hard and staring at the wrestlers. Not so unusual, that. But she's studying, waiting. Just waiting for the fall like hundreds of others? If only.

William "Shaitan" Halloran: Loki, for his part, is just a little too slow. Might have had something to do with the fact that he was turned inside out with a clothesline from Samael upon making it into the ring.

Smithy: *whatever she said is swallowed up as the crowd goes insane.. she looks back to the match to see that Will's on top of some dude. um. ok.. YAY! OK! SURE! she pumps a fist in the air, bleeding profusely from the bandages on her side, fake breasts jiggling as she tries ..badly.. to moonwalk*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther chuckles, watching smithy more than the fight.

Harmony Christenson: Oh yeah she was one of the people who was counting along with and has gone nuts jumping up and down. "YAY! YOU GO! WOOO HOOO!" and then just screams of enthuasem.

William "Shaitan" Halloran -> William "Shaitan" Halloran: d10: Dex+Ath (Lil): 8,8,9,4,

William "Shaitan" Halloran -> William "Shaitan" Halloran: d10: Shait: 10,8,4,9,2,

William "Shaitan" Halloran -> William "Shaitan" Halloran: d10: Samael: 6,8,6,1,5,4,

William "Shaitan" Halloran: "Here are you winners...and STIIIIIL NYCW Taaag Team Champiooons....THE FAAAAAAAAAALLEN!!!" Samael & Shaitan get their tag titles and hold them up, using the ring ropes in order to keep their feet. Samael seems to be having a bit of trouble keeping his balance, but barely manages to. Lillith does a great job of doing so...in heels, none the less...and poses with her tag team.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther rubs his chin, looking back down to the stage. Fallen, eh? Demons.. Hmmm.. He squints in thought. Nah.. couldn't be.

Smithy: *she's grinning like a cheshire cat, a model of restraint..its the nintendo gun she's shooting the air with...at least. white eyes flick to gunther and she points the nintendo gun at him with a smirk, cocking her head to the stage and mouthing* "come on"

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs and stands. Nothing better to do. He follows the loon.

Harmony Christenson: More shouts of approval from Harmony, leaning over the barrier trying to get the attention of the looser or the winners.

William "Shaitan" Halloran: As that's the last match of the night, the crowd starts to slowly filter out, once Ra & Loki have hit the showers. Samael and Lillith head back as well...Shaitan stays behind, signing autographs for those fans interested in doing so.

Dolores Tuplin: Dolores slips away after these people are announced winners. Not too much info crammed into her head all at once time, now. She slips away, letting somebody else take her place on her way to the exits.

Smithy: *yeah.. she's headed for the ring, barebreasted freakshow leading the forboding germanic man directly through the crowd, pushing people out of her way with a lack of respect unique to an insane gunbunny*

Harmony Christenson: Oh yeah an autograph. She heads over trying to worm her way to get one. Heck she wasn't an autograph she gave him the chair. Smileing flushed from screaming and jumping up and down. She says "Hi." pulling out a pen and paper so that he can sign it for her.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther pushes as well, gruffly through the crowd behind the crazy female. When he gets close, he raises a gruff hand above his head in a salute to William "Hey Willy!" He gruffs out "You can lay down one hell of an ass-whoopin."

Harmony Christenson: She looks to the freek show and Gunther as they also approach William.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks down at Harmony with a friendly snort.

Smithy: GTF out my way n00b *she snarks at some fan leaving with an autograph who's not moving quick enough. she licks her teeth and turns a tattooed face up to Will, white eyes wide and gleaming* HEY! nice slapper match.

William "Shaitan" Halloran: He chuckles and signs the autogrpah for Harmony. "Hey...thanks for comin'." A look up to Smithy and William...his face is hidden under the mask, but his body posture is a combination of wariness toward the gunbunny and happiness in seeing Gunther. "Hey, Gunther. Shoulda told me you were comin'...coulda got ya a better seat."

    Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs at the man "Just kinda wandered by. Been in too many fights lately.. thought I'd watch someone else do it fer a change."

Harmony Christenson: "Not a problem, your welcome for the chair." she says to Will, not paying any attention to Gunther that is until the wrestler seems to know him. "You a wrestler too?" she asks Gunther.

William "Shaitan" Halloran: "Thanks," he says to Smithy. "Glad ya liked it."

Smithy: Rocked pixelatted ass. *Smithy snorts, leaning agains the ring and touching the grease on it, and when Harmony mentions the chair* Your welcome for the torch AND saving your ass Noob. *she croaks up to Will with a cocky teeth bared grin*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a mean smirk to Harmony "Why? Ya lookin ta get yer ass booted little girl?"

Smithy: *she looks Harmony over and wragglesher eyebrows, then laughs her minigun laugh, attention back on wee willy*

William "Shaitan" Halloran: "Yeah, thanks for the torch." He doesn't seem to get the saving of the ass part.

Harmony Christenson: She laughs. "Nope, looking to see about possibly becoming a manager. Like the girl Lillith for the Fallen." she is kidding right? Doesn't seem like it. She then shrugs. "No big." she turns and smiles to William. "See ya at your next show." Her friends manage to start to drag her away.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a low chuckle at Harmony, then looks back to Will with a clear 'yeah.. right' look on his face. "Hey will, you wanna catch a beer?"

William "Shaitan" Halloran: "Yeah, that's cool with me." He nods to Gunther. "Lemme get outa my gear, I'll meet ya outside."

Harmony Christenson: She heads out with her friends keeping the autograph close to her, as she slips on the jacket. They are doing replays as they talk about the match all of the way out of the place.

Smithy: *she moves to grab her blowtorch, making to shove it in her coat, then does a double take, huffing in digust at the slickness of her coats lining, dark with blood.* Mother fucker... *she whines in utter annoyance, white eyes click up to gunther*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods and reaches with a hand to jerk a bit of smithy's hair "Come on, slut.. Let's go."

William "Shaitan" Halloran: He heads along, back to the dressing room area to get cleaned up.

Smithy: *and she bites at the man's hand with a snap of teeth and a grin* Naw. I'm bleeding the fuck out, Gunna get back to the bunny hole for an Hp up. You call me about that gun.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther chuckles, shaking his bitten hand "Will do, bitch." He makes his way for the exit.

Smithy: *she clicks the nintendo gun at him and heads out, glaring at her ribcage*

Smithy: ((sleep for meee.. night!))

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther stands around outside of the place, smoking a cigar with a heavy lean against the building. Waiting for Will.