Post by sycho on Sept 25, 2007 13:23:23 GMT -6
**The huge Boeing 747 lands on the runway, its lone passenger stares out the window, deep in thought. The jet pulls into a private hangar and the engines are cut. The occupant is sitting behind a huge antique mahogany desk. Up from the leather chair stand a monster of man. Standing at around seven feet tall and weighing in at over three hundred pounds. He grabs a piece of paper and studies it carefully. He smirks as he reads the card. He is teaming with Omega Storm. A name he has heard in the wrestling circles. Omega Storm and Sycho. The winning teams advance to face each other in a number one contender ship match for the TV Title. Shouldnt be too difficult a task he thinks to himself**
Pilot: Sir, we have landed![/size]
Sycho: Thank you, is my limo ready?[/size]
Pilot: Its just pulled into the hangar. I will get your gear into the back of the limo.[/size]
Sycho: Thank you![/size]
**As you can see, Sycho is a man of very few words. He prefers to do his talking in the ring. In this game, your fists do most of the talking. Sycho leaves his office and walks down the hallway to the exit. He nods at the pilot and descends the stairs and into a waiting limo. Once inside, he informs the limo driver where he wants to go. First to the hotel and get settled in. Then find out how I can get ahold of Omega Storm so we can discuss a game plan**
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Few Hours Later!!
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Sycho: Are you sure this is the right number?[/size]
Secretary: I am positive![/size]
Sycho: Thank you![/size]
**Sycho dials the number he was given. Damn voice mails.**
Sycho: Omega Storm! You might not know me, but we have something in common. We are facing a talentless team. You were screwed out of your first win last week. This week we will rectify all that and walk away the winners. But next week it will all change. Im not sure what will happen after our tag match, but we will play it by ear. However, I suggest we meet up and discuss some sort of strategy. Call me back![/size]
**Sycho leaves his cell number and sits back and waits. One has to wonder if he will call or not. Sycho does some research on him and finds out k he is a force to reckon with. He does have some allies, but will see how all that pans out later. Sycho's cell rings. He looks at the caller ID and see that it isnt Omega Storm.**
Sycho: Chey, how is going? Its been a long time.[/size]
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Sycho: You can't be serious. I mean, I only left less than two weeks ago.[/size]
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Sycho: Haha, dont worry about it. I just didnt think it would sell that quickly.[/size]
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Sycho: My first match is in a couple of days. Right now Im just relaxing.[/size]
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Sycho: Take care sis, will talk to you soon.[/size]
**Sycho hangs up and drifts off to sleep.**
To Be Continued.....
Pilot: Sir, we have landed![/size]
Sycho: Thank you, is my limo ready?[/size]
Pilot: Its just pulled into the hangar. I will get your gear into the back of the limo.[/size]
Sycho: Thank you![/size]
**As you can see, Sycho is a man of very few words. He prefers to do his talking in the ring. In this game, your fists do most of the talking. Sycho leaves his office and walks down the hallway to the exit. He nods at the pilot and descends the stairs and into a waiting limo. Once inside, he informs the limo driver where he wants to go. First to the hotel and get settled in. Then find out how I can get ahold of Omega Storm so we can discuss a game plan**
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Few Hours Later!!
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Sycho: Are you sure this is the right number?[/size]
Secretary: I am positive![/size]
Sycho: Thank you![/size]
**Sycho dials the number he was given. Damn voice mails.**
Sycho: Omega Storm! You might not know me, but we have something in common. We are facing a talentless team. You were screwed out of your first win last week. This week we will rectify all that and walk away the winners. But next week it will all change. Im not sure what will happen after our tag match, but we will play it by ear. However, I suggest we meet up and discuss some sort of strategy. Call me back![/size]
**Sycho leaves his cell number and sits back and waits. One has to wonder if he will call or not. Sycho does some research on him and finds out k he is a force to reckon with. He does have some allies, but will see how all that pans out later. Sycho's cell rings. He looks at the caller ID and see that it isnt Omega Storm.**
Sycho: Chey, how is going? Its been a long time.[/size]
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Sycho: You can't be serious. I mean, I only left less than two weeks ago.[/size]
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Sycho: Haha, dont worry about it. I just didnt think it would sell that quickly.[/size]
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Sycho: My first match is in a couple of days. Right now Im just relaxing.[/size]
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Sycho: Take care sis, will talk to you soon.[/size]
**Sycho hangs up and drifts off to sleep.**
To Be Continued.....