Post by T Money on Sept 14, 2008 19:17:11 GMT -5
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T Money sets at his desk reading over some paper work at his country estate when his TV plays Maxwell Strong's interview, T smiles and picks up his phone punching in the numbers, while the phone rings the other end, The Real Deal's wife Missy brings in a cup of tea, kissing T on the cheek before leaving the office.
T Money: Hey BossMan, did you see the interview.
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T Money: What you think?
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T Money: I'm flying back in tonight, I will have my tour bus waiting at the airport for me, should i go right to the arena or should i come and me you at the club.
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T Money: OK mate see you at a little over 12 midnight, peace!
T hangs up then phone and turns off the TV in time to hear a tap at his office door, T lowers his reading glasses to the tip of his nose, looking at the door as it slowly opens. first a pointed Mohican appearers from around the door then Lil's face.
Lil Money: Hey Uncle T is it safe to come in.
T Money: Yeah whats up Lil.
Lil Money: You know that this war you and Blake is walking into could be a very deadly battle for every one.
T Money: Yeah i know Lil, Thats why i told you and Sweet to stay here, i trained with Cloud and we both was trained by the best in the business, so to cut a long story short Lil, i know what Cloud can do in and out of the ring, but what he is doing now just cant go on, he is a terrorist in REW leading people straight to hell.
Lil Money: What about Jay Ray you two are like brother, but what he did to Sweet cant go with out being tended to.
T Money: I know Lil, i will make things right when it comes to Sweet, But with Jay i don't know how have turned who, did Jay finally give over to his demon with in and then turned Cloud, or was Cloud the master mind behind the turning of Jay, i just cant get my head around it Lil.
Lil Money: I know but you will have to put your life on the line just on the trust of Blake Worship, if you go into war with him against DHS.
T Money: Lil there is no if about it, i would walk in to battle side by side with Blake even if i didn't know what i was fighting for, but what we doing here is for the good of REW, DHS needs to be stopped in there tracks.
Lil nods understanding the Passion behind what T was talking about.
Lil Money: Well if you need me to man up, just say the word uncle T.
T Money: No chance in hell, i don't want you any where near this fight Lil, this is about the REW roster, it's not about family, the only family i want there is Blake, you dig.
Lil Money: OK just take care of our self out there, i don't know how many coma's you have to be put in before you call it a day.
T Money: Don't worry about me Lil.
Lil gets up out of the leather chair he was sat in and walks over to the door looking back at his uncle T and giving him another nod before leaving the room. T pushes his glasses back up, lowering his head to read he Flyit times.
as night starts to fall over the beautiful Welsh country side, the Money mansion turns dark with only light coming from a small window next to the garage.
Inside T gets himself ready to go again, putting his bag on a small table, going through it making sure he had all his stuff then finally happy with it zipping up his bag and tossing it over his shoulder.
Missy Money: Here Terry take this bag of Welsh cakes, for your trip. Now have you got every thing.
T grabs the bag, no one makes Welsh cakes like his wife.
T Money: Thanks baby, yeah i got every thing.
Missy Money: Car keys?
T Money: Shit i knew it.
Missy holds out the set of keys waving them in front of T, then dropping them in T's hand, T leaning in and kissing Missy then bending down kissing his baby girl Star on the head.
Missy Money: Try not to get to hurt baby. Love You.
T Money: I try not to, love you too baby.
T walks out into the garage and jumps in to the back of his Silver BMW, pulling the door closed, Sweet is sat up front waiting for T to give him the go ahead. witch he gets in the form of a pat on the shoulder. the huge door opens and the car rolls out
Sweet Money: To the airport uncle T?
T Money: You know it.
after a bit of a drive out of the country side driving to Cardiff airport, T's car pulls in, T jumps out and grabs his bag from the seat next to him.
T Money: OK Sweet I'll phone you when i get there, Take care of every one here mate, and i hope to see you all again very soon.
Sweet Money: Yeah i hear you, if you going to fall in battle, go out fighting.
T nods knowing there is no other way he would go. then watching as Sweet drives off out of the parking lot. T walks into the airport to his terminal.
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The light seeps through the dirty window braking through the rags that hang in front of the windows, waking Demented from his deep sleep, Demented stretches his arms and yarns sitting up. The half empty room looks like a cold and lonely some thing Demented as grown to know better then any thing. Demented throws his legs out of bed and walks over to the refrigerator pulling open the door and looking in side.
Demented: Oh grate i guess it's milk and cheerios again.
Demented's eyes scan the content on the fridge and only seeing bottles of whiskey and a bottle of milk that looks like it's been there for some time. Demented retches in his hand stopping just a inch away from a bottle of whiskey, then his hand starts to shake it taking every thing he hand in him not to grab it, but instead grabbing the grotty old milk. taking it over to a old table setting it down next to a box of cheerios.
Demented: A damn bowl is what i need.
Demented hunts in the almost empty cubed then spots one in the sink, picking it up and turning the tap on, the pipes shake and rumbles then the brown water runs out over the bowl.
Demented: looks good to me.
Taking it back to the table then filling the bowl with cheerios and lumpy milk. while Demented gets his munch on. the mini TV set sat on the table plays REW classics showing some old matches from the past. after some time passes the TV turns to the prescient day showing the latest going on in REW, and is soon pressing on to the first REW love affair that being Demented himself, Tahti kuu, The Monster Freakula, Cloudstrife and now Dark Angel. Demented's eye's narrow while they show different things the Good's and bads that each of them possesses.
Demented: Damn it what do they now about how i feel, they making me out to be some kind of love sick freak, thats not what i am...
Demented throws the bowl at the wall smashing it in to peaces, Demented's eyes grow large seeing his only bowl know in little bits on the floor. Demented kicks over his chair now even more pissed off, Walks over to his bed side table picking up the picture of Tahti and looking at her, Demented starts to smile and then sites down on the edge of the bed talking in the beauty that he sees in Tahti. sucking in a deep breath Demented slips the picture into his pocket and gets up grabbing his leather coat from a dusty old couch walking out of the apartment, first heading to the store for a new bowl then straight to the arena to get a few hours of training in.
T Time!
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T Money sets at his desk reading over some paper work at his country estate when his TV plays Maxwell Strong's interview, T smiles and picks up his phone punching in the numbers, while the phone rings the other end, The Real Deal's wife Missy brings in a cup of tea, kissing T on the cheek before leaving the office.
T Money: Hey BossMan, did you see the interview.
......
T Money: What you think?
.......
T Money: I'm flying back in tonight, I will have my tour bus waiting at the airport for me, should i go right to the arena or should i come and me you at the club.
......
T Money: OK mate see you at a little over 12 midnight, peace!
T hangs up then phone and turns off the TV in time to hear a tap at his office door, T lowers his reading glasses to the tip of his nose, looking at the door as it slowly opens. first a pointed Mohican appearers from around the door then Lil's face.
Lil Money: Hey Uncle T is it safe to come in.
T Money: Yeah whats up Lil.
Lil Money: You know that this war you and Blake is walking into could be a very deadly battle for every one.
T Money: Yeah i know Lil, Thats why i told you and Sweet to stay here, i trained with Cloud and we both was trained by the best in the business, so to cut a long story short Lil, i know what Cloud can do in and out of the ring, but what he is doing now just cant go on, he is a terrorist in REW leading people straight to hell.
Lil Money: What about Jay Ray you two are like brother, but what he did to Sweet cant go with out being tended to.
T Money: I know Lil, i will make things right when it comes to Sweet, But with Jay i don't know how have turned who, did Jay finally give over to his demon with in and then turned Cloud, or was Cloud the master mind behind the turning of Jay, i just cant get my head around it Lil.
Lil Money: I know but you will have to put your life on the line just on the trust of Blake Worship, if you go into war with him against DHS.
T Money: Lil there is no if about it, i would walk in to battle side by side with Blake even if i didn't know what i was fighting for, but what we doing here is for the good of REW, DHS needs to be stopped in there tracks.
Lil nods understanding the Passion behind what T was talking about.
Lil Money: Well if you need me to man up, just say the word uncle T.
T Money: No chance in hell, i don't want you any where near this fight Lil, this is about the REW roster, it's not about family, the only family i want there is Blake, you dig.
Lil Money: OK just take care of our self out there, i don't know how many coma's you have to be put in before you call it a day.
T Money: Don't worry about me Lil.
Lil gets up out of the leather chair he was sat in and walks over to the door looking back at his uncle T and giving him another nod before leaving the room. T pushes his glasses back up, lowering his head to read he Flyit times.
as night starts to fall over the beautiful Welsh country side, the Money mansion turns dark with only light coming from a small window next to the garage.
Inside T gets himself ready to go again, putting his bag on a small table, going through it making sure he had all his stuff then finally happy with it zipping up his bag and tossing it over his shoulder.
Missy Money: Here Terry take this bag of Welsh cakes, for your trip. Now have you got every thing.
T grabs the bag, no one makes Welsh cakes like his wife.
T Money: Thanks baby, yeah i got every thing.
Missy Money: Car keys?
T Money: Shit i knew it.
Missy holds out the set of keys waving them in front of T, then dropping them in T's hand, T leaning in and kissing Missy then bending down kissing his baby girl Star on the head.
Missy Money: Try not to get to hurt baby. Love You.
T Money: I try not to, love you too baby.
T walks out into the garage and jumps in to the back of his Silver BMW, pulling the door closed, Sweet is sat up front waiting for T to give him the go ahead. witch he gets in the form of a pat on the shoulder. the huge door opens and the car rolls out
Sweet Money: To the airport uncle T?
T Money: You know it.
after a bit of a drive out of the country side driving to Cardiff airport, T's car pulls in, T jumps out and grabs his bag from the seat next to him.
T Money: OK Sweet I'll phone you when i get there, Take care of every one here mate, and i hope to see you all again very soon.
Sweet Money: Yeah i hear you, if you going to fall in battle, go out fighting.
T nods knowing there is no other way he would go. then watching as Sweet drives off out of the parking lot. T walks into the airport to his terminal.
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At Home With Demented.
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The light seeps through the dirty window braking through the rags that hang in front of the windows, waking Demented from his deep sleep, Demented stretches his arms and yarns sitting up. The half empty room looks like a cold and lonely some thing Demented as grown to know better then any thing. Demented throws his legs out of bed and walks over to the refrigerator pulling open the door and looking in side.
Demented: Oh grate i guess it's milk and cheerios again.
Demented's eyes scan the content on the fridge and only seeing bottles of whiskey and a bottle of milk that looks like it's been there for some time. Demented retches in his hand stopping just a inch away from a bottle of whiskey, then his hand starts to shake it taking every thing he hand in him not to grab it, but instead grabbing the grotty old milk. taking it over to a old table setting it down next to a box of cheerios.
Demented: A damn bowl is what i need.
Demented hunts in the almost empty cubed then spots one in the sink, picking it up and turning the tap on, the pipes shake and rumbles then the brown water runs out over the bowl.
Demented: looks good to me.
Taking it back to the table then filling the bowl with cheerios and lumpy milk. while Demented gets his munch on. the mini TV set sat on the table plays REW classics showing some old matches from the past. after some time passes the TV turns to the prescient day showing the latest going on in REW, and is soon pressing on to the first REW love affair that being Demented himself, Tahti kuu, The Monster Freakula, Cloudstrife and now Dark Angel. Demented's eye's narrow while they show different things the Good's and bads that each of them possesses.
Demented: Damn it what do they now about how i feel, they making me out to be some kind of love sick freak, thats not what i am...
Demented throws the bowl at the wall smashing it in to peaces, Demented's eyes grow large seeing his only bowl know in little bits on the floor. Demented kicks over his chair now even more pissed off, Walks over to his bed side table picking up the picture of Tahti and looking at her, Demented starts to smile and then sites down on the edge of the bed talking in the beauty that he sees in Tahti. sucking in a deep breath Demented slips the picture into his pocket and gets up grabbing his leather coat from a dusty old couch walking out of the apartment, first heading to the store for a new bowl then straight to the arena to get a few hours of training in.
