" TEST THIS. "

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ROLE-PLAY: 008 RECORD: 00 - 00 - 00

ACHIEVEMENTS: Winning Debut Match - Aggression Main Event (x2) - Weekly Award Winner (x1)

...:::TEST THIS............
It started off very simply, with four men in the ring surrounded by a steel cell, but it ended as one of the most bloodiest and most blantantly brutal matches of all time. Towards the conclusion of the match, The Undertaker had managed to nail Booker T with a Tombstone Piledriver, but it would be Triple H who would end up pinning him for the pinfall victory and the chance to face Chris Jericho at Wrestlemania 1 for the World Heavyweight Championship. Now where does this leave Booker T? Now that his opportunity to become Champion at Wrestlemania has been destroyed, where does he go from here? Well, this week on Aggression, Booker T will have to go one-on-one with the unpredictable monster, Kane. The very man who is literally ready to set World Xtreme Wrestling on fire. After a grueling Hell In A Cell match, will Booker have anything left for this match? It sure doesn't seem like it, but knowing Booker T, he might be able to pull something out of his sleeve for this one. The scene opened up in a locker room, that has been nicely decorated with a few leather couches positioned towards the back of the room, and a japanese rug was layed out on the floor. There was a minibar, a small light and a deck of cards all laid out on the table which was positioned on a black wooden table in the middle of the room. On one of the couches sat an exhausted Booker T, who was still in wrestling gear, and was holding an ice pack over his head. He was lying back and his face was staring upwards towards the roof of the room. Several members of the EMT's were busy checking up on Booker T, but itappeared that they had just finsihed their work and were about ready to leave.

' EMT ' -- Dr. Griffin: " ...Well Booker, you were very lucky because you didn't manage to lose any blood during the match, but you have suffered a minor concussion. A few more bumps to the head, and you could've suffered some severe long-term damage to the head. "

' BOOKERMAN ' -- Booker T: " Man, don't I know it. I feel...like I feel like somebody knocked me right out of my body! "

' EMT ' -- Dr. Griffin: " Well, that's to be expected, but you should be feeling back to your normal self within a week or so. "

' BOOKERMAN ' -- Booker T: " Cool, 'cos if one thing's for sure about the Bookerman, is that you cannot keep me down! This is only the beginning for Booker T, I'm gonna get my title shot one of these days. I just have to make everyone realise that I have what it takes... "
Booker T tried to get up, but collapsed back on the sofa in pain. He picked up the ice-pack, placed it back over his bruised head and sighed.
' BOOKERMAN ' -- Booker T: " ...I just have to, er, keep my equilibrium in check...yeah, that's it. Don't wanna be pullin' any porkstrings or anything, huh Doc?! "

' EMT ' -- Dr. Griffin: " Hamstrings? "

' BOOKERMAN ' -- Booker T: " Yeah, that's what I said! Listen Doc, I appreciate you coming down here and checkin' up on the Book Man, but I think I'm gonna be okay from here on out. So you can take all your medical mumbo-jumbo and leave, thanks for your help guys. "
Booker removed the ice-pack from his face, and instructed the other people to leave as well. He placed his, now fairly soggy, ice-pack into a cooler and picked out another cold one to apply to his face. He looked across the room and noticed that one of the EMT's hadn't gone, but was just staring at the wall in the corner, with his hands in his pockets.
' BOOKERMAN ' -- Booker T: " Hey man, it's cool, you can go about your buisness. "
The doctor remained motionless in the corner, but now pointed his head towards the floor.
' BOOKERMAN ' -- Booker T: " Yo! The Bookerman's okay, what are you...takin' a nap or something?. "

' MR. MYSTERY ' -- Unknown Doctor: " 'Iz It Safe?' "

' BOOKERMAN ' -- Booker T: " Yeah...it's pretty...um...it's pretty safe in here, besides, Booker T don't need any protection. I'm a one-man wreckin' crew! "

' MR. MYSTERY ' -- Unknown Doctor: " 'Iz It Safe?' "

' BOOKERMAN ' -- Booker T: " ...I told you bro, now go on, get to steppin'! "

' MR. MYSTERY ' -- Unknown Doctor: " 'Iz It S-See-OH-See-afe?' "
Booker took the ice-bag off his forehead and looked across at the doctor, who was now shivering slightly and had minor head twitches. He scratched his chin and began to acknowledge the identy of the slighty jumpy doctor standing before him.
' BOOKERMAN ' -- Booker T: " ...Goldie, what are you doing here man? "
The mystery doctor slowly turned his body around to face Booker, as the lights in the room shone upon his golden face. Sure enough, it was Goldust dressed up in doctors outfit, but still wore his wrestling attire underneath.
' THE GOLDEN ONE ' -- Goldust: " Aw, how did ya know, Booker?! I was hoping I could just sneak in and su-su-surprise you, but I just couldn't do it! Damn your intellect! "

' BOOKERMAN ' -- Booker T: " I could spot that weird tick you got goin' on from a mile away, besides I kinda figured that one of the doctors weren't neccesarily themselves. Anyway man, what you doing here...I thought you went out of town? "

' THE GOLDEN ONE ' -- Goldust: " Well I did, I went down to H-H-Hollywood for a little while, met up with Brad & Jennifer for brunch... "

' BOOKERMAN ' -- Booker T: " ...As in Pitt & Anniston?! "

' THE GOLDEN ONE ' -- Goldust: " No, as in Busch & Remmlich, they're a couple of German guys that work the toll booths...we had a blast. You would've thought they'd let me into one of the film studio's or somethin', it's cr-cr-craz-CRAZY! "

' BOOKERMAN ' -- Booker T: " Oh right...well I've hope you've had a good time, eating wieners with your German pals, cos' I've been bustin' my ass trying to get a World Heavyweight Championship shot. I got a freakin' concussion, and to add insult to injury, I was the guy who got pinned as well! But I'm gon' get my revenge on Triple H another time, right now I'm gon' get me a Cool-Aid, Nachos & some Barbeque Wings and I'm gonna go back to Houston. Need a little 'chill-out time' if you know what I'm sayin...! "

' THE GOLDEN ONE ' -- Goldust: " Oh...really? "

' BOOKERMAN ' -- Booker T: " Yeah really, I'm gonna hook up with some honeys and take some time out man. Hey, maybe you can come with me if you want, I know a few chicks who wanna peice of that Gold thang! "

' THE GOLDEN ONE ' -- Goldust: " Well it's not that Booker, I mean you know how I love to get funky in the f-f-f-fizzay, fo' shizzle. It's just I kinda got you booked in a match for next week...but it's cool cos' this guy hasn't wrestled in the wXw, he's a nobody compared to yourself! "

' BOOKERMAN ' -- Booker T: " Wo, wo, wo, wait a minute...you can't just go around booking me in matches, especially fresh off a Hell In A Cell match, man! Anyway, who is this sucka? Steven Richards? Funaki? The Gobbeldy Gooker?! Cos' I'm telling you Goldy, I can't handle much more...not now, man. "

' THE GOLDEN ONE ' -- Goldust: " Well, he's kinda b-b-big. "

' BOOKERMAN ' -- Booker T: " Big? How...How big Goldy?! "

' THE GOLDEN ONE ' -- Goldust: " Bigger than you...but I did it for you man, you'll be able to beat this guy, no sweat. "

' BOOKERMAN ' -- Booker T: " Who is this guy? I NEED to know specifically who you've chosen... "

' THE GOLDEN ONE ' -- Goldust: " ...Well technically, I didn't...I didn't...I didn't, pick out this guy, so I guess it's... "

' BOOKERMAN ' -- Booker T: " WHO IS IT?! "

' THE GOLDEN ONE ' -- Goldust: " ...Yeah, it's Kane. "
Booker stared blankly at Goldust for several seconds and tossed the icepack on his head across the room.
' BOOKERMAN ' -- Booker T: " You put me in a match against Kane?! The guy that destroyed the OWN's limousine? The guy who chokeslammed Eric Bischoff in the middle of that ring? "

' THE GOLDEN ONE ' -- Goldust: " But think about it Book-Booker, if you beat Kane next week on Aggression, you'll definently be able to get back in the title hunt sooner or later. I can see it in the headlines now, 'Booker T defeats The (so-called) Unstoppable Monster Kane! You can take t-t-that to t-t-the bank, JACK! "

' BOOKERMAN ' -- Booker T: " Don't get the Bookerman wrong, I ain't afraid of no big red french-fried freakazoid, man! It's just that I wish you would tell me these things, before you go blabbin' off the Head Of Staff. No, I can take Kane any day of the week. "

' THE GOLDEN ONE ' -- Goldust: " Are you sure Booker? I mean he tore through that limo like a...like a...like a GOD DAMN pretzel! "
Booker reached over towards the side of the sofa and pulled out a large black wXw T-Shirt and draped it across his lap. He gave Goldust a cold stare and slipped the garment over his shoulders in a hurry, began standing up and walked towards the centre of the room.
' BOOKERMAN ' -- Booker T: " First off man, YOU were the guy who decided that I should go one-one-one with Kane, not me. So if I get my ass kicked, than so be it, but I will give my heart and my soul in that match. Cos' Goldy, I'm sick and tired of everybody in this company doubting Booker T, so it's about time I go out there and prove all those suckas wrong. It's make-or-break time, I'm taking his punk-ass down town! "
Booker worked himself into a frenzy and quickly exited his locker room, leaving Goldust slightly worried, confused & twitchy. Goldust picked up a Booker T Bobblehead and began playing around with it, but it wasn't long before Booker made his way back into the room with his head pointed towards the ground. He looked across at Goldust, who now had the Bobblehead convinently positioned between his legs, so that only the head was poking out. Booker did nothing but sigh, as he scratched his head with his gloved hands.
' THE GOLDEN ONE ' -- Goldust: " Um, did you...did you...did you forget something, Book?! "

' BOOKERMAN ' -- Booker T: " Yeah, I kinda did... "
Booker cleared his throat, placed his hand in front of his face and got into a familiar stance.
' BOOKERMAN ' -- Booker T: " ...NOW CAN YOU DIG THAT...SUCKA!! "
Booker began hopping up and down on the spot, before leaving as quickly as he did enter only a few minutes ago. Goldust seemed quite intimidated as he bit his bottom lip, and the Bobblehead placed in between his legs began shaking even faster which left a pretty interesting scene, as it faded to black.

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