Post by Night Crawler on Jan 18, 2010 9:59:08 GMT -5
NightCrawler gives that patented one-eye squint to the Champion, slouches in his seat a bit, and finally lets the tension in his shoulders subside. The 'important discussion' the 'commissioner' wanted to discuss has finally been revealed.
He takes another sip of the Jager, and lets out a sigh as if he's going to answer, but Funshine interjects...
Funshine: What?! What could possible be in this for...
Nighty cocks his boot into the air and plants one behind the furball, more stern than usual. Perhaps the Jager has knocked him from the stupor?
Deep in thought, he finally responds...
NC: Wait...who the fuck is Death Warrior?! What kind of assholes did they let into that stable after I left...?!
Holiday can't help but grin. Try as he might, the crafty veteran has been dodging competition like it's AIDs. He couldn't possibly expect him to jump straight into the fire...
...could he?
Holiday: You're really that scared? I didn't think my hit list would have that kind of an effect on a "leg-end" such as yourself...
NC: The list isn't very surprising...
He reaches into his back pocket and retrieves a pack of cowboy killers, reaching forward to the champion, belt glistening on the coat rack behind him. Holiday silently declines and leans back into his big ol' CEO chair, waiting eagerly for his next target to continue. Butt glued to his bottom lip, NC obliges...
NC:...it's just that I think you're full of shit.
Funshine crosses his arms and starts rubbing his temple with his paw, knowing full well the rest of the conversation can't go in a direction favorable to his masta'...
Holiday: I've got the tapes in the back if you want a preview of what I'm going to do to you?
Nighty giggles to himself a bit...
NC: That's what she...*WHACK*
Funshine takes a shot to his shins before he can finish the trademarked line...
Holiday: I know you struggle with basic concepts, so I try and be as frank as I can about this...say YES...or say NO. None of this banter. I haven't the time.
NC: Frank? I thought your name was Aaron...?
Holiday, growing increasingly frustrated at NightCrawler's persistent, albeit clever and witty (don't deny it!) dodging of the challenge, gulps down the rest of what's in his glass and goes for more...
Holiday: Of all the former 'Dark Horses' I never imagined you would be the biggest pussy.
It's pretty clear NC wants nothing more than to make a joke about Aaron imagining his pussy, but knows the champ has grown irritated. And the beleaguered old man can't afford to get his ass kicked before his first match in years...
Holiday: Again...YES, or NO!
NC takes another puff...
NC: Seeing as how I like outside the box, I'll give you a big fat maybe.
Holiday's eyebrow turns up confusion. Or the people's eyebrow has somehow managed to high jack Holiday's face. Which would be fucking awesome. NC takes it as a cue to elaborate...
NC: I think it's cute you're so insistent on running into the retirement home and beating up all the geriatrics to make yourself feel better, and I'd be happy to oblige you on what these Ring Wars pillars were capable of, but there's no way you'd get the fight you want right now. That is, if you're even looking for a fight.
Holiday: Just redemption.
NC: Either way, it will have to wait. I'm not jumping head first. I didn't get where I was being an idiot.
Holiday and Funshine both glare at him...
NC:...
Holiday: My nostrils are stinging from your bullshit.
NC takes a final hit from the cigarette and puts it out of the mahogany desk in front of him.
NC: You'll get your match. But you won't get it now. I want a couple weeks to get back into shape, and I want to see you deal with that JMW (whoever the hell that is) problem yourself, instead of dragging me into the mix.
Whaddaya say, Hellian? Can the super-duper extreme hardcore awesome XTEREEEEMMMEEEE Legend wait until the PPV to exact his revenge?
Nighty sips down the rest of his drink and waits for a response...
TBC?
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He takes another sip of the Jager, and lets out a sigh as if he's going to answer, but Funshine interjects...
Funshine: What?! What could possible be in this for...
Nighty cocks his boot into the air and plants one behind the furball, more stern than usual. Perhaps the Jager has knocked him from the stupor?
Deep in thought, he finally responds...
NC: Wait...who the fuck is Death Warrior?! What kind of assholes did they let into that stable after I left...?!
Holiday can't help but grin. Try as he might, the crafty veteran has been dodging competition like it's AIDs. He couldn't possibly expect him to jump straight into the fire...
...could he?
Holiday: You're really that scared? I didn't think my hit list would have that kind of an effect on a "leg-end" such as yourself...
NC: The list isn't very surprising...
He reaches into his back pocket and retrieves a pack of cowboy killers, reaching forward to the champion, belt glistening on the coat rack behind him. Holiday silently declines and leans back into his big ol' CEO chair, waiting eagerly for his next target to continue. Butt glued to his bottom lip, NC obliges...
NC:...it's just that I think you're full of shit.
Funshine crosses his arms and starts rubbing his temple with his paw, knowing full well the rest of the conversation can't go in a direction favorable to his masta'...
Holiday: I've got the tapes in the back if you want a preview of what I'm going to do to you?
Nighty giggles to himself a bit...
NC: That's what she...*WHACK*
Funshine takes a shot to his shins before he can finish the trademarked line...
Holiday: I know you struggle with basic concepts, so I try and be as frank as I can about this...say YES...or say NO. None of this banter. I haven't the time.
NC: Frank? I thought your name was Aaron...?
Holiday, growing increasingly frustrated at NightCrawler's persistent, albeit clever and witty (don't deny it!) dodging of the challenge, gulps down the rest of what's in his glass and goes for more...
Holiday: Of all the former 'Dark Horses' I never imagined you would be the biggest pussy.
It's pretty clear NC wants nothing more than to make a joke about Aaron imagining his pussy, but knows the champ has grown irritated. And the beleaguered old man can't afford to get his ass kicked before his first match in years...
Holiday: Again...YES, or NO!
NC takes another puff...
NC: Seeing as how I like outside the box, I'll give you a big fat maybe.
Holiday's eyebrow turns up confusion. Or the people's eyebrow has somehow managed to high jack Holiday's face. Which would be fucking awesome. NC takes it as a cue to elaborate...
NC: I think it's cute you're so insistent on running into the retirement home and beating up all the geriatrics to make yourself feel better, and I'd be happy to oblige you on what these Ring Wars pillars were capable of, but there's no way you'd get the fight you want right now. That is, if you're even looking for a fight.
Holiday: Just redemption.
NC: Either way, it will have to wait. I'm not jumping head first. I didn't get where I was being an idiot.
Holiday and Funshine both glare at him...
NC:...
Holiday: My nostrils are stinging from your bullshit.
NC takes a final hit from the cigarette and puts it out of the mahogany desk in front of him.
NC: You'll get your match. But you won't get it now. I want a couple weeks to get back into shape, and I want to see you deal with that JMW (whoever the hell that is) problem yourself, instead of dragging me into the mix.
Whaddaya say, Hellian? Can the super-duper extreme hardcore awesome XTEREEEEMMMEEEE Legend wait until the PPV to exact his revenge?
Nighty sips down the rest of his drink and waits for a response...
TBC?
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