"Let me try again, and really get this down." Shaun ascended to the top rope again, looking around as he took a breath. Then he jumped, double backflipping through the air. He landed on the mat once again, this time a bit more even than before. He stood up and looked over at Regal. "Still have no idea for a name for it though."
"Thats a good trick you've got there, hell, I don't have a name for it," Damion would point out, "I'd call it... HellZone Drop?"
"Meh," Damion looked at his watch and frowned, "Well, you've got two hours before we set up shop, so be sure to come up with a good name, and not that suplex-city bulls*** Brock Lesnar came up with." Damion would finish as he would walk quickly out of the room, as if he had something important to do.
"Never understood that Suplex City stuff." Regal left the ring also, leaving Shaun there. Shaun stood there for a few moments then rolled out from under the ring.
Damion headed to the locker room, he already had his clothing for tonight on, he was just putting his belongings in the locker and locking it. He cracked his neck, the other wrestlers starting to arrive to the building (If they were not already there). Damion's role most of the time when paired with someone was silence, everyone knew this very well, the other person could dot he talking, he can just sit back and enjoy.
Shaun, headed into the Locker Room and quickly changed into his ring gear. He started pacing back and forth, shaking his arms and legs, getting himself loose as he muttered. "Maybe something with Boom? Hmm, Neville has the Red Arrow, what if I had a color as the first part of the name. Blue... Blue something. Can't be a twister, I don't twist. Blue Bomber? Blue Twister? Blue Descent?"
"Blue Sky," Damion replied, drinking a bottle of water, "Since your in the air doing acrobatic s*** might as well call it something like that."
Shaun gave a small nod, and chuckled. "Well, I did do a few... Junior-Heavyweight leagues in Japan. Didn't do too bad for a Gaijin, you know, a non-Japanese guy."
