Post by George Duke on Mar 2, 2007 19:16:47 GMT -6
George wove a storm of curses on his way to the locker room. He wove it thicker as he left. He poured on more layers in his mind at the airport and the entire flight home. His first loss in POW has agitated him, but he'll get over it. He fought well and almost won. No shame in losing a hard fought battle, but Duke is still pissed. On top of that, the extra disturbance by Danny Danielson was an insult. It was petty and out of place. George has plenty to say about that, but he'll save it for later...
George went straight to Fitz's from the airport. His bag sits beside him at the bar. On the other side sits Frank Christian. Maybe it was left over aggression from the night or maybe it was just that annoying, but George has been having problems with Dave in the corner. He keeps playing with a damned yo-yo. Something about yo-yos, they always pissed George off.
"He's a grown man...in a bar with OTHER grown men. What the f**k is playing with a yo-yo for? Where does a grown man get a f**king yo-yo? Did he go to the toy store and get it himself?"
"Don't worry about it, George."
"No, I want to know. What possesses a grown man to play with a yo-yo at all, let alone in a bar. Fer Chrissakes..."
Frank helps him forget about it by buying him a drink. They discuss the night's happenings and what is coming up in the next week.
"A ninja."
Frank looks surprised.
"A ninja?"
George nods.
"A ninja. AND an Imperial Roman."
"Where do they dig these guys up?"
"Shit if I know. But they're about to go back into the ground. Shawn Stevens got lucky with that backslide - I had that match won. I let my guard down and he caught me. I won't let that happen again, I assure you. I'm not the happiest man in the world right now, and these guys will find that out real quick. I'm going to show everyone that Stevens' win was a fluke. I'm going to prove it by breaking these guys apart."
"That's if your partner doesn't f**k it up."
George waves him off.
"Now, I have faith in my partner for this week. Jason Dread is a big man - but he's talented as well. He's from the murder capitol of America and that's a good sign. I think he can hold his own. As long as we watch each other's backs in there, we'll be set. If we help each other out, those bastards don't stand a chance."
George slams down his glass and heads for the door. He smacks the yo-yo out of Dave's hand as he passes by. George heads out into the rain. Tomorrow, he'll start his week all over again. Tomorrow, it starts again.
George went straight to Fitz's from the airport. His bag sits beside him at the bar. On the other side sits Frank Christian. Maybe it was left over aggression from the night or maybe it was just that annoying, but George has been having problems with Dave in the corner. He keeps playing with a damned yo-yo. Something about yo-yos, they always pissed George off.
"He's a grown man...in a bar with OTHER grown men. What the f**k is playing with a yo-yo for? Where does a grown man get a f**king yo-yo? Did he go to the toy store and get it himself?"
"Don't worry about it, George."
"No, I want to know. What possesses a grown man to play with a yo-yo at all, let alone in a bar. Fer Chrissakes..."
Frank helps him forget about it by buying him a drink. They discuss the night's happenings and what is coming up in the next week.
"A ninja."
Frank looks surprised.
"A ninja?"
George nods.
"A ninja. AND an Imperial Roman."
"Where do they dig these guys up?"
"Shit if I know. But they're about to go back into the ground. Shawn Stevens got lucky with that backslide - I had that match won. I let my guard down and he caught me. I won't let that happen again, I assure you. I'm not the happiest man in the world right now, and these guys will find that out real quick. I'm going to show everyone that Stevens' win was a fluke. I'm going to prove it by breaking these guys apart."
"That's if your partner doesn't f**k it up."
George waves him off.
"Now, I have faith in my partner for this week. Jason Dread is a big man - but he's talented as well. He's from the murder capitol of America and that's a good sign. I think he can hold his own. As long as we watch each other's backs in there, we'll be set. If we help each other out, those bastards don't stand a chance."
George slams down his glass and heads for the door. He smacks the yo-yo out of Dave's hand as he passes by. George heads out into the rain. Tomorrow, he'll start his week all over again. Tomorrow, it starts again.
