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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 28 2007, 08:25 PM (9 Views) | |
| riflewilly | Oct 28 2007, 08:25 PM Post #1 |
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The sounds of classical music echo throughout a small restaurant. There are about fifteen tables scattered throughout the restaurant with only one table occupied. Intimate lighting from candelabras on the wall illuminate the occupied table where three men are seated. Sitting at the far side of the table is Jet Harnson wearing a purple suit with a pink tie. His pink hair is pulled back into a ponytail. Next to him sits a man who looks to be in his mid twenties. The man is dressed in a white suit with a blue tie. He is wearing glasses and has short spiky black hair. On the opposite side of the table sits a man with short brown hair slicked back. He is wearing a green suit with a green tie. The three men are sitting speaking low to each other and seem engrossed in conversation. One or two waiters come by and pass by the table. One waiter In particular stops at the table. Waiter: Welcome to the Palace Arms Restaurant. Are you ready to order? Jet Harnson looks at the waiter and shakes his head. Jet: Not just yet. We are waiting for one more person. The waiter nods and walks away. Jet leans back in his chair. He smirks as he stares across the table at the man in the green suit. Jet: Hey Jeff, did Willy call you and say when he was going to get here? The man now known as Jeff Kingston, the former RWC Announcer shrugs his shoulders. Jet turns towards the man seated next to him. Jet: What about you Cody…Did he say anything to you? The other former RWC announcer now known as Cody Gonzo nods. Cody: Actually, he called me about an hour ago as I was walking here from the hotel. He said he should be here shortly, but that was about an hour ago. Suddenly, Riflewilly comes walking into the restaurant. He is wearing a pair of dress pants and a white dress shirt with a black tie hanging loosely from his neck. He sits down at the table as the other three men stare at him. Rifle: WHAT? Jet shakes his head at Rifle’s ignorance. Jet: Well, we have been waiting for an hour to eat. What happened? Rifle sighs an annoyed sigh. Rifle: Well, EWF made some smart decisions to have tomorrow’s Revolution take place at Invesco field here in the city of Denver. I mean hell I only had to contend with the traffic for World Series game four. ALSO we are sharing Invesco field with the Denver Broncos tomorrow night since they play the Monday Night Football game there before us. Amazing scheduling. Rifle points at Jet Harnson and laughs. Rifle: Their scheduling makes this idiot’s mistakes look like nothing. Jet frowns and then laughs along with the whole table. Cody turns to Rifle. Cody: Yeah, remember the time you and Jet competed against each other in a hardcore match? He knocked himself out with a piece of lumber while trying to break it over his own head. The table erupts into laughter again. Rifle suddenly has a serious look on his face. Rifle: Alright, guys. The reason I wanted to have this dinner was to catch up on old times and to also let you guys know that Alexander Stryfe has made tomorrow’s match a No Disqualification match just like I wanted. The men at the table let out a little roar of cheers. Rifle: So now that the match has been set up to my liking it increases my chances of winning the Number One Contender’s spot! Rifle chuckles. Rifle: Did you guys see that interview that Supreme Machine had last night? He was talking about how he wasn’t going to lower himself to my level with childish comments. I made it easy for him. He won’t have to lower himself to my level, because I brought myself to his level with making this match a No Disqualification match. Rifle takes a sip of water and then begins talking again. Rifle: Now Supreme Machine is more comfortable and him being comfortable means he will more than likely miss something and that’s when I capitalize. As soon as Supreme Machine makes ONE mistake I will make sure he pays for it BIG time. I am not going to let this opportunity pass me up. I want this X-Division Championship more than I have ever wanted anything before in my entire career. Cody Gonzo begins shaking his head. Cody: What happens if you lose? I’m not saying you are gonna lose, but what if you do? Rifle, Jeff, and Jet all stare at Cody in disbelief. Rifle: So you don’t think I can do it? Wow, some friend you are. You know what though. I think I will humor you. Let’s say the slight chance of me losing becomes reality. Well, that just means that my X-Division title reign gets pushed back a few weeks. It doesn’t mean I won’t get my shot. The thing is I KNOW I will win this Monday night. I have a perfect record so far in the EWF and this Monday the perfection of the Posterchild of Revolution will continue. Supreme Machine thinks he has the advantage, but he hasn’t seen any of my matches from RWC. Jet looks at Rifle Jet: He hasn’t seen your matches in the SCCW either. Especially that Bunkhouse Brawl back in 2006. That was a brutal match. Didn’t they have to unwrap barbed wire from around your head? Rifle smiles. Rifle: Wow, yeah I remember that night. I put my body on the line that night. The only thing that kept me from winning that night was my stupidity and I let that little moron get into my head. Well, I haven’t let this freak show get into my head. He is just some overgrown kid in a Halloween costume. Rifle smiles again and then looks over at Jet once more. Rifle: By the way Jet….Did you buy that ticket for me? Jet reaches into his pocket and pulls out a Revolution ticket. Rifle takes it from him. Rifle: Thanks man. I know someone who may need it tomorrow night! Just then the waiter walks over as we fade to black. |
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