Post by George Duke on Mar 25, 2007 12:51:23 GMT -6
The living room gym is all that isn't in boxes. Even they will be loaded onto the U-Haul tonight. Everything is in boxes, except for the Valor Championship Belt, which will ride in the front seat with George. George Duke is making the big move and he has already taken his long walk - to say goodbye to the city he loves. He'll be back from time to time, but he'll mainly be in Kansas City. Frank Christian has come to help load some boxes with his long time friend. He stumbles into the door after a heavy load of boxes and sits in a folding chair in the mostly empty room. George sits across from him and a TV tray supports an ashtray and two beers. George is halfway through his cigar and his beer when Frank sits down and light up a Lucky Strike. Words bounce off the wall with an odd acoustic mix found only in empty rooms. They get to talking, and as usual, it leads to business.
"Tell you what - I like these guys. Murderous Intent are the tag champs for a reason. They work d**n hard to get what they get - and that's why they get it all. They're mean and nasty bastards that have the goods to back up whatever they say. They are true champions even if they aren't popular. That just shows you what's wrong with the sport today - talent is not respected. Only market value is respected by promoters, and the sh*t eating fans feed on it. That's right, they feed on sh*t. Exactly what a good-time Ninja and a crazy Ancient Roman are. A Roman with a f*cked up hand, I hasten to add! Haha! Some good ol' time strategy in use. Knock out something important. It weakens your opponent - it cripples them. Then they're at your mercy. Don't worry about big moves and neck breaking right away, fellas. Take out a leg, or an arm - make it so they can't pick you up. Once they're broken, then you can make it worse. Look what happened last week to Macros. All this hype, everyone was so f*cking sure he'd take my gold away. What happened? He took a trip to the hospital - just like I promised. I encourage my partners this week to attack that arm. Go after it - retire the poor bastard. I encourage everyone to make new wounds on everyone else, as well. Take out a Ninja's legs - he ain't kickin' nobody. Take out his legs, and he has no balance. You take away his entire move arsenal as soon as you take out a leg. Mr. Showtime? Do the same thing. Take his legs out, he won't be doing much. Fire? A woman? Shove her down, let her cry in the corner."
Frank laughs and Duke shrugs. George takes another sip from his beer and Frank cracks his open. George continues on, barely missing a beat.
"I'm not going to lie and pretend my opponents this week are nothing - pushovers. They're not. M&M work together very smoothly, they are a great team. However, they are not, and are nowhere near, the best. They have a lot to learn as individuals and as a team. Maverick is quick and talented - but he's green. It doesn't seem hard to outsmart the man, to trick him. I don't know what his problem is, anyway. I don't see a lot of Ninja qualities, other than the Halloween costume he wears. Macros is a tough man, I won't take that away from him. I took out his arm and hand, and he kept going. He fought an uphill battle and lost, obviously. But he tried. I beat him fair and square - which proves I'm the better man. However, he's not 100% this week. He's hurtin' from last week, and we're only going to make it worse. Showtime might well be a pushover, honestly. Besides, I happen to know of a certain nagging knee injury. Uh-oh! Looks like we found another target there! After we shove his woman out of the way, we'll have something to focus on."
Duke stubs out his cigar and Frank tosses his beer.
"Of course, it doesn't stop there. I mean, aside from a brilliant strategy I encourage all my partners to employ - just look at this team. The Tag Team champions, the Valor Champion, and a very large German man with impressive strength and a violent streak almost as long as my own. Guys and Gal - you're in for such a horrible night. I'll personally see to it that M&M will be making a hospital trip, and Showtime - you can let Fire lick your wounds when you get home. When that bell rings, you're all screwed. Murderous Intent can match the tag team skill of M&M, in fact - they can completely dwarf it. Bloodmoon is a mountain and a pro - I've fought him before, I know. It's not an easy task to pin him down. He's strong as anything and he'll cut you in half."
Duke stands up and fixes his belt.
"Me? I'm George Duke. You're screwed."
Both men laugh together as they start loading more boxes into the truck. In a few short hours, Duke will be riding to Missouri, leaving his city behind.
"Tell you what - I like these guys. Murderous Intent are the tag champs for a reason. They work d**n hard to get what they get - and that's why they get it all. They're mean and nasty bastards that have the goods to back up whatever they say. They are true champions even if they aren't popular. That just shows you what's wrong with the sport today - talent is not respected. Only market value is respected by promoters, and the sh*t eating fans feed on it. That's right, they feed on sh*t. Exactly what a good-time Ninja and a crazy Ancient Roman are. A Roman with a f*cked up hand, I hasten to add! Haha! Some good ol' time strategy in use. Knock out something important. It weakens your opponent - it cripples them. Then they're at your mercy. Don't worry about big moves and neck breaking right away, fellas. Take out a leg, or an arm - make it so they can't pick you up. Once they're broken, then you can make it worse. Look what happened last week to Macros. All this hype, everyone was so f*cking sure he'd take my gold away. What happened? He took a trip to the hospital - just like I promised. I encourage my partners this week to attack that arm. Go after it - retire the poor bastard. I encourage everyone to make new wounds on everyone else, as well. Take out a Ninja's legs - he ain't kickin' nobody. Take out his legs, and he has no balance. You take away his entire move arsenal as soon as you take out a leg. Mr. Showtime? Do the same thing. Take his legs out, he won't be doing much. Fire? A woman? Shove her down, let her cry in the corner."
Frank laughs and Duke shrugs. George takes another sip from his beer and Frank cracks his open. George continues on, barely missing a beat.
"I'm not going to lie and pretend my opponents this week are nothing - pushovers. They're not. M&M work together very smoothly, they are a great team. However, they are not, and are nowhere near, the best. They have a lot to learn as individuals and as a team. Maverick is quick and talented - but he's green. It doesn't seem hard to outsmart the man, to trick him. I don't know what his problem is, anyway. I don't see a lot of Ninja qualities, other than the Halloween costume he wears. Macros is a tough man, I won't take that away from him. I took out his arm and hand, and he kept going. He fought an uphill battle and lost, obviously. But he tried. I beat him fair and square - which proves I'm the better man. However, he's not 100% this week. He's hurtin' from last week, and we're only going to make it worse. Showtime might well be a pushover, honestly. Besides, I happen to know of a certain nagging knee injury. Uh-oh! Looks like we found another target there! After we shove his woman out of the way, we'll have something to focus on."
Duke stubs out his cigar and Frank tosses his beer.
"Of course, it doesn't stop there. I mean, aside from a brilliant strategy I encourage all my partners to employ - just look at this team. The Tag Team champions, the Valor Champion, and a very large German man with impressive strength and a violent streak almost as long as my own. Guys and Gal - you're in for such a horrible night. I'll personally see to it that M&M will be making a hospital trip, and Showtime - you can let Fire lick your wounds when you get home. When that bell rings, you're all screwed. Murderous Intent can match the tag team skill of M&M, in fact - they can completely dwarf it. Bloodmoon is a mountain and a pro - I've fought him before, I know. It's not an easy task to pin him down. He's strong as anything and he'll cut you in half."
Duke stands up and fixes his belt.
"Me? I'm George Duke. You're screwed."
Both men laugh together as they start loading more boxes into the truck. In a few short hours, Duke will be riding to Missouri, leaving his city behind.
