Post by hk on Sept 9, 2007 14:21:50 GMT -6
Scott Lanegan: “Ow…f**k…”
I took a few steps.
Scott Lanegan: “Ow…f**k…”
I took a few steps.
Scott Lanegan: “Ow…f**k…”
My neck was in severe pain. That Duke dude decided to give me some major pain. I rubbed the back of my neck and groaned. I was at the arena hallway, a few moments after my match. I turned a corner and noticed both Jay T. Nitro and Rich Morrison talking to each other. They actually weren’t fighting. It was a sight.
Rich Morrison: “He’s a loose cannon. If he comes back next time we need to keep him under strict watch.”
Jay T. Nitro: “Agreed.”
I kept my distance, viewing from down the hallway. Right then and there, George Duke appeared. A couple officials dragged him along, right pass the two.
Rich Morrison: “Sorry George but you’re suspended again. Get your things and get out of my arena.”
George Duke: “Hah! You’re making a huge mistake.”
They dragged him down the hallway, out of sight. The other two continued talking as I made my way in the opposite direction.
Scott Lanegan: “I guess that’s dealt with.”
Jay T. Nitro: “You! Why are you watching us?”
I turned around and saw JTN walking towards me. He stopped halfway and sighed.
Jay T. Nitro: “Meh, it’s just you.”
Scott Lanegan: “Just me? What am I, not important?”
Jay T. Nitro: “Well, your merchandise sales are low, you still get a few boos from the smarks…”
Scott Lanegan: “Funny guy!”
Jay T. Nitro: “But hey, since Duke over there kind of handed you one, I’ll give you an…opportunity.”
Scott Lanegan: “World Heavyweight Title?”
Jay T. Nitro: “Uhh…no. It’ll be a-“
Scott Lanegan: “One night stand with Flap’s chick?”
Jay T. Nitro: “No Scott! You’ll be in a match with-“
Scott Lanegan: “Shadow? Come on J…”
Jay T. Nitro: “You know what? You can be in suspense like everyone else. K?”
He walked passed me down the hallway.
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I found myself inside my locker room. I packed up my blue duffle bag with various items and flung it over my shoulder. I flipped the light switch off and exited the room. I walked down the hallway. At a distance, I could still hear the fans. I guess they were getting pumped for the main event. I had no desire to watch it.
The fans cheered loud. A few moments later, they cheered even louder. A few moments after that, they exploded in cheers.
Scott Lanegan: “What the douche is going on?”
I entered the lobby and spotted a monitor above the merchandise stand. I walked over and saw Jay T. Nitro inside the arena with a microphone in hand.
Jay T. Nitro: “While Buddy Love defends his championship against Scott Lanegan!”
Fans: “Yeeeaahhh!”
Scott Lanegan: “Yeeeaahhh!”
I stopped for a second.
Scott Lanegan: “Wait, doesn’t he hold a defunct title?”
Jay T. Nitro: “And the winners of those two matches then face each other to unify the Mid Atlantic Championship and Valor Championship into one title.”
Scott Lanegan: “Valor? Mid Atlantic? What are these titles?”
Guy At Merchandise Stand: “Erm…it’s POW’s top two mid titles, to be exact.”
Scott Lanegan: “Hey pal, did I ask you?”
Guy At Merchandise Stand: “Well, you are at my stand, watching my monitor, a few feet away from me…”
Scott Lanegan: “Hey! Listen here…I’m Scott Lanegan…I’m the number one contender…no, wait…I’m the second con…no, hold on a second…hey, is that Zevon’s new book?”
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George: “Umm, excuse me, I think you forgot my bread.”
The Soup Nazi: “Bread? 2 dollar extra!”
I sat back on Steven’s couch, watching Seinfeld. You know, that show will never get old. It’s still one of the best sitcoms even today. Anyway, Steven walked into the room, while reading a book. He plopped down next to me and continued reading.
Steven: “Number 92…Deacon of Douchebaggery…this book is great! Where did you find it?”
Scott Lanegan: “Merchandise stand.”
Steven: “Sounds great, man. Hey, you ready for Showtime?”
Scott Lanegan: “Huh? You have that channel now?”
Steven: “No…Mr. Showtime, your next opponent.”
Scott Lanegan: “Oh. Uhh…no. I have a bigger match to think about, and that’s the one with Buddy, Kyle and Biggie.”
Steven: “Do you even care what Showtime has to say?”
Scott Lanegan: “Not really. Why am I even facing the cum stain? He doesn’t even have a match for the pay-per-view, far as I know.”
Steven: “Yeah, and from the looks of it, you don’t know much anyway…”
His phone rang throughout the house. He reached over to the side of the couch and picked it up.
Steven: “Hey. Huh? What? I don’t…well actually I’m…fine, you talk to him.”
He handed the phone over to me.
Steven: “I can never understand this Rex guy. Kids these days…”
Scott Lanegan: “What?”
Rex Vinkle: “Yo nigga S! Wut be good mayne? Yo, check dis check dis, me n Blake got sum hot shit comin up to da POW! We haven’t wrestled in awhile yo, but we found dat new fo shiz hellz yeah!”
Scott Lanegan: “Uhh…cool?”
Rex Vinkle: “Mayne you might like dis. Yo, also, good luck in yo match wit da Show Tyme!”
Scott Lanegan: “Sure.”
I took a few steps.
Scott Lanegan: “Ow…f**k…”
I took a few steps.
Scott Lanegan: “Ow…f**k…”
My neck was in severe pain. That Duke dude decided to give me some major pain. I rubbed the back of my neck and groaned. I was at the arena hallway, a few moments after my match. I turned a corner and noticed both Jay T. Nitro and Rich Morrison talking to each other. They actually weren’t fighting. It was a sight.
Rich Morrison: “He’s a loose cannon. If he comes back next time we need to keep him under strict watch.”
Jay T. Nitro: “Agreed.”
I kept my distance, viewing from down the hallway. Right then and there, George Duke appeared. A couple officials dragged him along, right pass the two.
Rich Morrison: “Sorry George but you’re suspended again. Get your things and get out of my arena.”
George Duke: “Hah! You’re making a huge mistake.”
They dragged him down the hallway, out of sight. The other two continued talking as I made my way in the opposite direction.
Scott Lanegan: “I guess that’s dealt with.”
Jay T. Nitro: “You! Why are you watching us?”
I turned around and saw JTN walking towards me. He stopped halfway and sighed.
Jay T. Nitro: “Meh, it’s just you.”
Scott Lanegan: “Just me? What am I, not important?”
Jay T. Nitro: “Well, your merchandise sales are low, you still get a few boos from the smarks…”
Scott Lanegan: “Funny guy!”
Jay T. Nitro: “But hey, since Duke over there kind of handed you one, I’ll give you an…opportunity.”
Scott Lanegan: “World Heavyweight Title?”
Jay T. Nitro: “Uhh…no. It’ll be a-“
Scott Lanegan: “One night stand with Flap’s chick?”
Jay T. Nitro: “No Scott! You’ll be in a match with-“
Scott Lanegan: “Shadow? Come on J…”
Jay T. Nitro: “You know what? You can be in suspense like everyone else. K?”
He walked passed me down the hallway.
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I found myself inside my locker room. I packed up my blue duffle bag with various items and flung it over my shoulder. I flipped the light switch off and exited the room. I walked down the hallway. At a distance, I could still hear the fans. I guess they were getting pumped for the main event. I had no desire to watch it.
The fans cheered loud. A few moments later, they cheered even louder. A few moments after that, they exploded in cheers.
Scott Lanegan: “What the douche is going on?”
I entered the lobby and spotted a monitor above the merchandise stand. I walked over and saw Jay T. Nitro inside the arena with a microphone in hand.
Jay T. Nitro: “While Buddy Love defends his championship against Scott Lanegan!”
Fans: “Yeeeaahhh!”
Scott Lanegan: “Yeeeaahhh!”
I stopped for a second.
Scott Lanegan: “Wait, doesn’t he hold a defunct title?”
Jay T. Nitro: “And the winners of those two matches then face each other to unify the Mid Atlantic Championship and Valor Championship into one title.”
Scott Lanegan: “Valor? Mid Atlantic? What are these titles?”
Guy At Merchandise Stand: “Erm…it’s POW’s top two mid titles, to be exact.”
Scott Lanegan: “Hey pal, did I ask you?”
Guy At Merchandise Stand: “Well, you are at my stand, watching my monitor, a few feet away from me…”
Scott Lanegan: “Hey! Listen here…I’m Scott Lanegan…I’m the number one contender…no, wait…I’m the second con…no, hold on a second…hey, is that Zevon’s new book?”
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George: “Umm, excuse me, I think you forgot my bread.”
The Soup Nazi: “Bread? 2 dollar extra!”
I sat back on Steven’s couch, watching Seinfeld. You know, that show will never get old. It’s still one of the best sitcoms even today. Anyway, Steven walked into the room, while reading a book. He plopped down next to me and continued reading.
Steven: “Number 92…Deacon of Douchebaggery…this book is great! Where did you find it?”
Scott Lanegan: “Merchandise stand.”
Steven: “Sounds great, man. Hey, you ready for Showtime?”
Scott Lanegan: “Huh? You have that channel now?”
Steven: “No…Mr. Showtime, your next opponent.”
Scott Lanegan: “Oh. Uhh…no. I have a bigger match to think about, and that’s the one with Buddy, Kyle and Biggie.”
Steven: “Do you even care what Showtime has to say?”
Scott Lanegan: “Not really. Why am I even facing the cum stain? He doesn’t even have a match for the pay-per-view, far as I know.”
Steven: “Yeah, and from the looks of it, you don’t know much anyway…”
His phone rang throughout the house. He reached over to the side of the couch and picked it up.
Steven: “Hey. Huh? What? I don’t…well actually I’m…fine, you talk to him.”
He handed the phone over to me.
Steven: “I can never understand this Rex guy. Kids these days…”
Scott Lanegan: “What?”
Rex Vinkle: “Yo nigga S! Wut be good mayne? Yo, check dis check dis, me n Blake got sum hot shit comin up to da POW! We haven’t wrestled in awhile yo, but we found dat new fo shiz hellz yeah!”
Scott Lanegan: “Uhh…cool?”
Rex Vinkle: “Mayne you might like dis. Yo, also, good luck in yo match wit da Show Tyme!”
Scott Lanegan: “Sure.”