Post by T Money on May 4, 2009 15:24:08 GMT -5
T leaves the local hospitals after being checked over after his battle with Freakula every thing seams to be in good working order with is a big surprise after such a battle. Waiting out side in the car is his nephew Sweet Money who quickly jumps out of the car to greet his uncle.
Sweet Money: Hey Uncle T look what I have.
Sweet retches into the car pulling out his Intercontinental Championship holding it up with one hand and smiling.
T nods returning the smile walking over to the car, Sweet hands T the title and T props it up on his shoulder happy to still be holding it.
Sweet Money: So what did the vet say Uncle T… is it time we put you down.
T Money: Oh very funny Sweet, but apart from a few cut’s and bruises I’ll be fine. Now lets not hang around lets get back.
Sweet Money: Back… Back where ?
T Money: To the Golden Towers.
Sweet looks at T with a raised eyebrow before getting back into the car with T jumping in the passenger seat, pulling out of the hospital parking lot.
Sweet Money: You going to give Missy a call to let her know you still alive.
T Money: I already called her before I left the hospital.
A short drive later the car pulls into the privet parking lot of the huge Golden Towers, both T and Sweet look up at the towering gold building glistening in it’s pureness.
T Money: Wait here Sweet I wont be long mate.
T gets out slamming the door shut and walks in through the revolving door, the lobby is a huge area with a giant fountain in the middle of a marble flooring guards stand next to the door it was almost like walking into a movement house. T looks around spotting a meddled age man sat at the front desk dressed in a black suite and stirring across the lobby at him. Thinking to himself T thinks I best approach the guy before he sets the firing squared on me.
Walking up to the front desk the man starts to sit up right his back straight and shoulders back his chin rising up into the air.
Front Desk Man: Yes sir what can we do for you.
T Money: Hey bro I want to see Blake Worship.
Front Desk Man: Are you expected.
T Money: No I don’t need to be we brothers dude.
Front Desk Man: Oh I didn’t know he’s on the top floor I’ll put forward a call to let him know you here.
T Money: No don’t do that I would like to surprise him thanks… top floor right.
The man nods and T make his way into the elevator the lift starts to move up with the tunes starting up as the door slides shut after a good minute in this small gold lift it finally makes it to it’s destination, the doors slide open and T steps out looking down the hall at the end of the hall are two huge doors with a glistening gold name plate marked Scotty Raven. Sat in front of the door is a small Chinese man with a Chinese suite, the man looks up briefly then back down at his book.
T’s eyes moves down the doors stopping on the one marked commission Blake Worship the Capo supreme. T smiles at the gold name plate then walks in seeing Blake sat at his huge monogamy desk, Blake gets up and T walks over giving Balk a brotherly hug.
T Money: YO bruv just dropping in to wish you all the best in starting the era of Worship your taking your spot in the driver seat then boss man I guess there is no perfecta time then now to call you boss man.
Black Worship: Well ether that or Champ both sounds good our days:
Both T and Blake laugh and sit down Blake in his puffy leather chair that once marked the throne of Cloud Strife, while T sat it the opposite chair talking over they war story’s of the last week.
Sweet Money: Hey Uncle T look what I have.
Sweet retches into the car pulling out his Intercontinental Championship holding it up with one hand and smiling.
T nods returning the smile walking over to the car, Sweet hands T the title and T props it up on his shoulder happy to still be holding it.
Sweet Money: So what did the vet say Uncle T… is it time we put you down.
T Money: Oh very funny Sweet, but apart from a few cut’s and bruises I’ll be fine. Now lets not hang around lets get back.
Sweet Money: Back… Back where ?
T Money: To the Golden Towers.
Sweet looks at T with a raised eyebrow before getting back into the car with T jumping in the passenger seat, pulling out of the hospital parking lot.
Sweet Money: You going to give Missy a call to let her know you still alive.
T Money: I already called her before I left the hospital.
A short drive later the car pulls into the privet parking lot of the huge Golden Towers, both T and Sweet look up at the towering gold building glistening in it’s pureness.
T Money: Wait here Sweet I wont be long mate.
T gets out slamming the door shut and walks in through the revolving door, the lobby is a huge area with a giant fountain in the middle of a marble flooring guards stand next to the door it was almost like walking into a movement house. T looks around spotting a meddled age man sat at the front desk dressed in a black suite and stirring across the lobby at him. Thinking to himself T thinks I best approach the guy before he sets the firing squared on me.
Walking up to the front desk the man starts to sit up right his back straight and shoulders back his chin rising up into the air.
Front Desk Man: Yes sir what can we do for you.
T Money: Hey bro I want to see Blake Worship.
Front Desk Man: Are you expected.
T Money: No I don’t need to be we brothers dude.
Front Desk Man: Oh I didn’t know he’s on the top floor I’ll put forward a call to let him know you here.
T Money: No don’t do that I would like to surprise him thanks… top floor right.
The man nods and T make his way into the elevator the lift starts to move up with the tunes starting up as the door slides shut after a good minute in this small gold lift it finally makes it to it’s destination, the doors slide open and T steps out looking down the hall at the end of the hall are two huge doors with a glistening gold name plate marked Scotty Raven. Sat in front of the door is a small Chinese man with a Chinese suite, the man looks up briefly then back down at his book.
T’s eyes moves down the doors stopping on the one marked commission Blake Worship the Capo supreme. T smiles at the gold name plate then walks in seeing Blake sat at his huge monogamy desk, Blake gets up and T walks over giving Balk a brotherly hug.
T Money: YO bruv just dropping in to wish you all the best in starting the era of Worship your taking your spot in the driver seat then boss man I guess there is no perfecta time then now to call you boss man.
Black Worship: Well ether that or Champ both sounds good our days:
Both T and Blake laugh and sit down Blake in his puffy leather chair that once marked the throne of Cloud Strife, while T sat it the opposite chair talking over they war story’s of the last week.
