Thornridge laughs at Bronx, patting his tag team partner on the shoulder.
Thornridge: Damn Bronx, seems like she beat you to the punch on that little joke opportunity.
Mourn: What do you want me to write in your Obituary, Bronx?
OOC: wow that was close, good fun Bane! I'm sure that won't be our last encounter...
Bring on .4 !!!
Joe: I'd like to dedicate my performance to my kids. I love you both. The chance to be with you again is fueling my fire. Stay strong!
Thornridge blinks at Joe, thinking a little before bursting out in a polite smile.
Thornridge: A noble cause no doubt. I can respect that.
OOC: As long as you aren't running around with the name of Crusader, you'll be fine. Too many Crusaders running around LPW as it is.
Ozzy: Well that was really something. I can't wait to do it again and again as my doctor weeps all the way to the bank.
Thornridge: You know, I think I feel a little bit slighted that these potential buyers didn't take the time to speak with the lead concessions promoter here. But then again they were probably thinking that since I had a big match and all that distractions would be unwelcome at that point. Hmm... how very courteous and professional of them!
Austin: That wasn't it. They value certain people more than others for reasons outside of the realm of logic.
*Reserved for a title sig*
Thornridge: You know what? Ever since Liberty Media's takeover of Formula One, I wonder if good old Bernie Ecclestone would ever be interested in Lords of Pain Wrestling. Not saying it would be good for business, but it's a good thought to have. Mmm... Indeed it was a good thought.
Golden: So...another empty victory for you, Gabe. How many is that I've carried you to now over the years? Four? Five?
And the poor old tag team champions lose again. Life really is shit for those guys.
Onwards and upwards. It's good to be the GOAT.
Mourn: Maybe the imprint of my knuckles to your skull did more damage than I thought.
Mourn shakes his head at Golden.
Mourn: Or, I do not need to fake who I am to make people wave my direction at a store.
Thornridge is shown in the corner, stuffing his face with a hotdog.
Thornridge: Yeph! Wha Bronph phaid!
Last edited by Neoskizzle; 03-27-2017 at 05:31 AM.