Post by hk on Sept 13, 2007 20:55:54 GMT -6
Scott Lanegan: “So is Mr. Showtime ready for a beat down?”
Rex Vinkle: “Hell naw mayne, he be ready to a beat up!”
Blake Ryder: “Beat up fo sho!”
I sat back in my living room chair with the Stoned Raiders relaxing in my kitchen. They were eating some quick McDonalds. Cheap ass mofos. Then again, aren’t we all?
Then and there, my door swung open. In walked “HK” Hunter Killer. He shut the door behind him and he nodded towards the three of us. He opened up the fridge and rummaged through it. He found a can of something as I heard it crack open behind me.
Scott Lanegan: “Hey H.”
Blake Ryder: “Wuts good mayne?”
He took a second to take a drink.
“HK” Hunter Killer: “Your match has been changed. You’re facing Shadow now, not Mr. Showtime…”
Scott Lanegan: “What? Damn. Jay wants to punish me, huh?”
Rex Vinkle: “Chyea nigga! Dat Shadow boi be a straight homie. He got all deez personalities n shit. First he got sum dark ass mofo, then another dark ass mofo, wuts next, a pot smokin homie?”
Scott Lanegan: “I don’t know Rex, but he’ll be a tough one. I mean, seriously, how many wins as he had these past few weeks?”
“HK” Hunter Killer: “I don’t think he has any these past few months.”
I thought about it for a second. That dude needs an overhaul.
Scott Lanegan: “Well, I only got one option.”
I reached to the side of the chair and picked up the phone. I dialed a number and it rang.
Scott Lanegan: “Voicemail…oh, hey Jay…it’s Scott…uhh, about this match with Shadow, you sure this should be booked? I mean, come on, he might…get hurt. How he’s still standing after all this just shocks me. Call me back Jay, I’m concerned for his well being. Thanks, dude.”
I hung up.
Rex Vinkle: “Voicemail huh? Dang.”
Scott Lanegan: “Yeah, hey, let’s just kick it and do nothing. We got a few days until the show anyway. Oh, and what’s the thing you two guys were planning?”
Blake Ryder: “We gonna get us a new show mayne! A little mini show, juz for da POW!”
My door swung open again. In walked Steven, with a brown paper bag in his hands. He kicks the door closed from behind him and he plopped the bag on the kitchen table.
Steven: “Here it is…Lays Potato Chips, Faygo Orange, and Little Debbie Cosmic Brownies!”
Rex Vinkle: “Hellz yes mayne.”
He took out 5 small bottles of the Faygo. He tossed one to each, keeping one for himself. We all cracked open.
Scott Lanegan: “To my match.”
Rex Vinkle: “To our deals.”
Blake Ryder: “To our show.”
Steven: “To my job.”
“HK” Hunter Killer: “To my retirement fund.”
Rex Vinkle: “Hell naw mayne, he be ready to a beat up!”
Blake Ryder: “Beat up fo sho!”
I sat back in my living room chair with the Stoned Raiders relaxing in my kitchen. They were eating some quick McDonalds. Cheap ass mofos. Then again, aren’t we all?
Then and there, my door swung open. In walked “HK” Hunter Killer. He shut the door behind him and he nodded towards the three of us. He opened up the fridge and rummaged through it. He found a can of something as I heard it crack open behind me.
Scott Lanegan: “Hey H.”
Blake Ryder: “Wuts good mayne?”
He took a second to take a drink.
“HK” Hunter Killer: “Your match has been changed. You’re facing Shadow now, not Mr. Showtime…”
Scott Lanegan: “What? Damn. Jay wants to punish me, huh?”
Rex Vinkle: “Chyea nigga! Dat Shadow boi be a straight homie. He got all deez personalities n shit. First he got sum dark ass mofo, then another dark ass mofo, wuts next, a pot smokin homie?”
Scott Lanegan: “I don’t know Rex, but he’ll be a tough one. I mean, seriously, how many wins as he had these past few weeks?”
“HK” Hunter Killer: “I don’t think he has any these past few months.”
I thought about it for a second. That dude needs an overhaul.
Scott Lanegan: “Well, I only got one option.”
I reached to the side of the chair and picked up the phone. I dialed a number and it rang.
Scott Lanegan: “Voicemail…oh, hey Jay…it’s Scott…uhh, about this match with Shadow, you sure this should be booked? I mean, come on, he might…get hurt. How he’s still standing after all this just shocks me. Call me back Jay, I’m concerned for his well being. Thanks, dude.”
I hung up.
Rex Vinkle: “Voicemail huh? Dang.”
Scott Lanegan: “Yeah, hey, let’s just kick it and do nothing. We got a few days until the show anyway. Oh, and what’s the thing you two guys were planning?”
Blake Ryder: “We gonna get us a new show mayne! A little mini show, juz for da POW!”
My door swung open again. In walked Steven, with a brown paper bag in his hands. He kicks the door closed from behind him and he plopped the bag on the kitchen table.
Steven: “Here it is…Lays Potato Chips, Faygo Orange, and Little Debbie Cosmic Brownies!”
Rex Vinkle: “Hellz yes mayne.”
He took out 5 small bottles of the Faygo. He tossed one to each, keeping one for himself. We all cracked open.
Scott Lanegan: “To my match.”
Rex Vinkle: “To our deals.”
Blake Ryder: “To our show.”
Steven: “To my job.”
“HK” Hunter Killer: “To my retirement fund.”