Post by The ICON on Aug 3, 2008 15:31:06 GMT -5
Our scene opens up in a poshly decorated locker room, a large leather couch is the last accessory being carried in by the movers. A large flat screen covers one wall, while there are other pieces of furniture scattered about of equal value. A large man is over seeing the process from another leather easy chair in the corner, as he takes a sip of water and directs the movers against the far wall with the sofa.
Mover: Thats the last of it sir. Anything else we can do for you?
ICON: Not at the moment. Just glad to be moved in...sort of.
Mover #2: You know I remember you. You were the shit back in the CWA.
Mover: Not to mention the URW, man you totally own everyone!
ICON: Thanks boys, but it's been a long time since those days. Lately I feel more Ric Flair than Triple H.
Mover: I don't think you'll have any problems man. Good luck, we'll be watching you.
The movers exit leaving ICON to himself. His silence is a short one as he just began to fall into deep thought. Another knock on the door, and when he turns he see's one hell of a familiar face.
Scoops: You just don't know when to quit do you?
ICON: I was going to say the same about you.
Jim Scoops Daniels, apparently the junior reporter here, has been in ICON's career almost as long as he's had one. All the way back to C-slam days he's been the man with the qoute un-qoute scoop, and fort some reason he's found his way to this back water fed.
Scoops: I figured you'd hung it up for good this time.
ICON: So did I, but it seems like no matter how much I try and stay away, it's in my blood.
Scoops: Well at least you'll have an easy time lulling yourself back in.
ICON: I can tell, this place is dead.
Scoops takes a seat on the couch across from ICON, and their conversation continues.
Scoops: You know this fed is filled to the brim with people who can't stand you. Both personally and professionally.
ICON: I am quite well aware, and it matters very little to me. I've made a career out of people hating my guts.
Scoops: I'm not gonna take up too much of your time yet, but one quick thought.
ICON: You don't even have to tell me. DHS. That will be an issue I'll address later. As for taking up my time, how bout we blow this place for a bit and go get a drink, catch up on old times.
Scoops: Sounds like a plan.
With that ICON and Scoops make thier way from the locker room, and down to the local drinking hole. Will anything happen between now and there? or is this going to continue to be as boring as it is? Only answer?
Stay tuned....
Mover: Thats the last of it sir. Anything else we can do for you?
ICON: Not at the moment. Just glad to be moved in...sort of.
Mover #2: You know I remember you. You were the shit back in the CWA.
Mover: Not to mention the URW, man you totally own everyone!
ICON: Thanks boys, but it's been a long time since those days. Lately I feel more Ric Flair than Triple H.
Mover: I don't think you'll have any problems man. Good luck, we'll be watching you.
The movers exit leaving ICON to himself. His silence is a short one as he just began to fall into deep thought. Another knock on the door, and when he turns he see's one hell of a familiar face.
Scoops: You just don't know when to quit do you?
ICON: I was going to say the same about you.
Jim Scoops Daniels, apparently the junior reporter here, has been in ICON's career almost as long as he's had one. All the way back to C-slam days he's been the man with the qoute un-qoute scoop, and fort some reason he's found his way to this back water fed.
Scoops: I figured you'd hung it up for good this time.
ICON: So did I, but it seems like no matter how much I try and stay away, it's in my blood.
Scoops: Well at least you'll have an easy time lulling yourself back in.
ICON: I can tell, this place is dead.
Scoops takes a seat on the couch across from ICON, and their conversation continues.
Scoops: You know this fed is filled to the brim with people who can't stand you. Both personally and professionally.
ICON: I am quite well aware, and it matters very little to me. I've made a career out of people hating my guts.
Scoops: I'm not gonna take up too much of your time yet, but one quick thought.
ICON: You don't even have to tell me. DHS. That will be an issue I'll address later. As for taking up my time, how bout we blow this place for a bit and go get a drink, catch up on old times.
Scoops: Sounds like a plan.
With that ICON and Scoops make thier way from the locker room, and down to the local drinking hole. Will anything happen between now and there? or is this going to continue to be as boring as it is? Only answer?
Stay tuned....