Post by Rastafari on Dec 23, 2008 1:21:23 GMT -5
Trainers room after Sparrow's Shattered Glass match
Trainer: You want me to numb the area before I start stitching?
Sparrow: Nah, I really don't mind, go ahead doc, sew me up.
Crow: That was impressive, first match back and you showed why you're the Epitome of Extreme.
Sparrow: Hah, no one has called me that since the EEWF Days. I must admit it felt great. It felt like I never left.
Crow: Now all we need is for Rastafari to win the TWD Title and then Smoking Hardcore will be the guys to beat. We will sit atop the TWD and let the masses try to bring us down.
Sparrow: If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were planning some type of takeover. 10 years of knowing you, I'd say I'd be right.
They look at each other then exchange smirks
Crow: Well, I wouldn't say takeover, but I'd like to establish ourselves as the standard of the TWD, the guys to beat, the top dogs.
Just then JahMon busts into the room and quickly turns on a tv which is showing the current SHOWDOWN broadcast.
Gary Yahtz: Wait . . . WHAT! . . . THE MASK!
Bib Brady: WHAT!? IT CAN'T BE! IT CAN'T BE!
Gary Yahtz: IT IS! IT’S "BAD BOY" MARCUS T! Marcus T is supposed to be dead. I mean . . . Thank God he's alive, but he's supposed to be dead.
Bib Brady: The crowd is not happy about this. Look at the trash littering ringside and . . . AT THE RAMP! IT'S TOMMY O'MALLEY! O'MALLEY IS HERE TO HELP HIS TAG TEAM . . .
(With O'Malley hurrying to ringside, Redrum abruptly shakes the handcuffs from his wrists.)
Gary Yahtz: REDRUM IS FREE! And he LANDS A SHOT ON ROB BLONDIE!
Bib Brady: WHAT THE . . . NO! NO! REDRUM JUST HIT BLONDIE WITH A VICIOUS RIGHT CROSS! Are you . . .
Gary Yahtz: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT BRADY! REDRUM . . . REDRUM IS STANDING ALONG SIDE KINGPIN! HE'S . . . HE'S STILL JUGGERNAUT ENTERPRISES!
Bib Brady: WHAT? HOW? WHY? He . . . He tried to kill . . .
Gary Yahtz: Look at O'Malley Brady. He doesn't know what to think. O'Malley has been stopped dead in his tracks. He can't believe it.
Kingpin: Boys, I would say Juggernaut ENT just stole the show.
Sparrow: What the.....
Crow: Oh great.
JahMon: This does not sit well with me mon.
Crow: Now hold on, that gives me an idea, I was already planning to introduce the Extreme Security Team, I just have to do that sooner than I planned, however, I need to step up my recruiting efforts, so far, we got two superstars almost in the bag, and I know of a couple others that just may want to join us.
Sparrow: The wheels never stop with you do they?
Crow: No way, I have to always stay one step ahead of the rest of them. JENT thinks their reunion will Solidify them? I say that's a load of rubbish, how long before the infighting begins? How long before they turn on each other again? Clearly Kingpin realized that he can't do it alone, Eno realizes that he's in the cross hairs of a man who's about to prove to the entire TWD why he has earned his title shot.
Sparrow: lets not forget that idiot Marcus T, I knew he wasn't dead, I could feel it in my bones.
JahMon: What ya mean mon?
Crow: Lets just say Sparrow, Marcus T and I go back a long, and I mean LONG way in this business, there was a point when Sparrow and I told each other that the day Marcus T died, we would know, we would feel it. Just as I suspected, he pulls this stunt.
JahMon: Seems like a lot of work and lies and cover ups to prove you're the best around, I'd rather just walk up to my opponent, beat him senseless then walk away, I prove I'm better than him.
Crow: Thats exactly what you need to do with Eno.
Sparrow: So they have strength in numbers now, wise leader, what is your plan?
Crow: My plan? I've got a few aces up my sleeve I tell ya that, but my plan, my plan is to bring in the extreme security squad, my plan is to surround ourselves with men who will watch our backs, and my plan is to find a willing and able hitman for the group to take on tasks that would protect Smokin Hardcore.
JahMon: Well since Sparrow's the veteran and the leader of this team, why dont we call it Hardcore Smokin?
Sparrow: Wha? That sounds just as good.
Crow: I really don't care what you guys call yourself, Hardcore Smokin, Smokin Hardcore, HR and PuffnStuff, Cheech and Chong, Hooka and Bong, who cares! You two need to remember one thing, its easy to get to the top, its harder to stay there.
JahMon: Well mon, I'm gon head to the showers and get my butt to the hotel, JahMon need some relaxation if you know what I mean!
Sparrow: Oh just freakin go will ya? Doc, you done stitching me up?
Trainer: Yeah just finished now, remember to take care of them and...
Sparrow: Doc, I don't know if you noticed but I've had zillions of stitches in my lifetime, I know the drill, I'll see you in a few days, thanks.
Trainer: Alright then, just try not to bust yourself open again for a few days ok?
Sparrow: I can't promise anything, but yeah, I'll make an effort.
Crow: Well if you guys are going to hit the showers, I'm going to hit my contacts and find out whats up.
45 minutes later in the Smokin Hardcore locker room
Crow: *on the phone* So I can count on you? That makes me very happy to hear that, I look forward to welcoming you to the team. Yes, yes I understand your current situation, yes, I know, when the time is right, the time is right, there is no need to rush anything. Good, welcome aboard, just remember, mum's the word for now. I'll be in touch, yes you too, good bye.
Sparrow: So you got someone to join us?
Crow: Yeah, he's a pretty decent guy, he'll be able to help us out and watch our backs, his current situation is, well he's unhappy thats all I can say. So that makes just two more guys I got to confirm.
Sparrow: Well I'm thrilled, I don't trust JENT one bit, and I'm not going to sit by and watch them pollute the TWD with their idiotic antics and their way too large egos. JahMon and I may be cocky, confident, callous, but JENT, they're worse than hip hop stars who flash their money and cars all around. At least we KNOW they wont fight fair, so we have to make sure we match dirty with dirty.
JahMon: Peace mon, I'm off to the hotel.
Sparrow: Wait up kid, I'll come with ya, Crow needs the car and I'm not staying here all night while he wheels and deals.
Crow: Funny, but thats ok, I ran into someone earlier tonight who may need a ride to his hotel. I'd like to talk to him a little bit.
JahMon: Alright boss, peace
Crow: You're in a hurry.
JahMon: Well ya know, JahMon needs to relax.
Crow: Yeah, go on, relax.
And with that, JahMon and Sparrow exit the locker room with their bags and Crow closes the door
Trainer: You want me to numb the area before I start stitching?
Sparrow: Nah, I really don't mind, go ahead doc, sew me up.
Crow: That was impressive, first match back and you showed why you're the Epitome of Extreme.
Sparrow: Hah, no one has called me that since the EEWF Days. I must admit it felt great. It felt like I never left.
Crow: Now all we need is for Rastafari to win the TWD Title and then Smoking Hardcore will be the guys to beat. We will sit atop the TWD and let the masses try to bring us down.
Sparrow: If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were planning some type of takeover. 10 years of knowing you, I'd say I'd be right.
They look at each other then exchange smirks
Crow: Well, I wouldn't say takeover, but I'd like to establish ourselves as the standard of the TWD, the guys to beat, the top dogs.
Just then JahMon busts into the room and quickly turns on a tv which is showing the current SHOWDOWN broadcast.
Gary Yahtz: Wait . . . WHAT! . . . THE MASK!
Bib Brady: WHAT!? IT CAN'T BE! IT CAN'T BE!
Gary Yahtz: IT IS! IT’S "BAD BOY" MARCUS T! Marcus T is supposed to be dead. I mean . . . Thank God he's alive, but he's supposed to be dead.
Bib Brady: The crowd is not happy about this. Look at the trash littering ringside and . . . AT THE RAMP! IT'S TOMMY O'MALLEY! O'MALLEY IS HERE TO HELP HIS TAG TEAM . . .
(With O'Malley hurrying to ringside, Redrum abruptly shakes the handcuffs from his wrists.)
Gary Yahtz: REDRUM IS FREE! And he LANDS A SHOT ON ROB BLONDIE!
Bib Brady: WHAT THE . . . NO! NO! REDRUM JUST HIT BLONDIE WITH A VICIOUS RIGHT CROSS! Are you . . .
Gary Yahtz: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT BRADY! REDRUM . . . REDRUM IS STANDING ALONG SIDE KINGPIN! HE'S . . . HE'S STILL JUGGERNAUT ENTERPRISES!
Bib Brady: WHAT? HOW? WHY? He . . . He tried to kill . . .
Gary Yahtz: Look at O'Malley Brady. He doesn't know what to think. O'Malley has been stopped dead in his tracks. He can't believe it.
Kingpin: Boys, I would say Juggernaut ENT just stole the show.
Sparrow: What the.....
Crow: Oh great.
JahMon: This does not sit well with me mon.
Crow: Now hold on, that gives me an idea, I was already planning to introduce the Extreme Security Team, I just have to do that sooner than I planned, however, I need to step up my recruiting efforts, so far, we got two superstars almost in the bag, and I know of a couple others that just may want to join us.
Sparrow: The wheels never stop with you do they?
Crow: No way, I have to always stay one step ahead of the rest of them. JENT thinks their reunion will Solidify them? I say that's a load of rubbish, how long before the infighting begins? How long before they turn on each other again? Clearly Kingpin realized that he can't do it alone, Eno realizes that he's in the cross hairs of a man who's about to prove to the entire TWD why he has earned his title shot.
Sparrow: lets not forget that idiot Marcus T, I knew he wasn't dead, I could feel it in my bones.
JahMon: What ya mean mon?
Crow: Lets just say Sparrow, Marcus T and I go back a long, and I mean LONG way in this business, there was a point when Sparrow and I told each other that the day Marcus T died, we would know, we would feel it. Just as I suspected, he pulls this stunt.
JahMon: Seems like a lot of work and lies and cover ups to prove you're the best around, I'd rather just walk up to my opponent, beat him senseless then walk away, I prove I'm better than him.
Crow: Thats exactly what you need to do with Eno.
Sparrow: So they have strength in numbers now, wise leader, what is your plan?
Crow: My plan? I've got a few aces up my sleeve I tell ya that, but my plan, my plan is to bring in the extreme security squad, my plan is to surround ourselves with men who will watch our backs, and my plan is to find a willing and able hitman for the group to take on tasks that would protect Smokin Hardcore.
JahMon: Well since Sparrow's the veteran and the leader of this team, why dont we call it Hardcore Smokin?
Sparrow: Wha? That sounds just as good.
Crow: I really don't care what you guys call yourself, Hardcore Smokin, Smokin Hardcore, HR and PuffnStuff, Cheech and Chong, Hooka and Bong, who cares! You two need to remember one thing, its easy to get to the top, its harder to stay there.
JahMon: Well mon, I'm gon head to the showers and get my butt to the hotel, JahMon need some relaxation if you know what I mean!
Sparrow: Oh just freakin go will ya? Doc, you done stitching me up?
Trainer: Yeah just finished now, remember to take care of them and...
Sparrow: Doc, I don't know if you noticed but I've had zillions of stitches in my lifetime, I know the drill, I'll see you in a few days, thanks.
Trainer: Alright then, just try not to bust yourself open again for a few days ok?
Sparrow: I can't promise anything, but yeah, I'll make an effort.
Crow: Well if you guys are going to hit the showers, I'm going to hit my contacts and find out whats up.
45 minutes later in the Smokin Hardcore locker room
Crow: *on the phone* So I can count on you? That makes me very happy to hear that, I look forward to welcoming you to the team. Yes, yes I understand your current situation, yes, I know, when the time is right, the time is right, there is no need to rush anything. Good, welcome aboard, just remember, mum's the word for now. I'll be in touch, yes you too, good bye.
Sparrow: So you got someone to join us?
Crow: Yeah, he's a pretty decent guy, he'll be able to help us out and watch our backs, his current situation is, well he's unhappy thats all I can say. So that makes just two more guys I got to confirm.
Sparrow: Well I'm thrilled, I don't trust JENT one bit, and I'm not going to sit by and watch them pollute the TWD with their idiotic antics and their way too large egos. JahMon and I may be cocky, confident, callous, but JENT, they're worse than hip hop stars who flash their money and cars all around. At least we KNOW they wont fight fair, so we have to make sure we match dirty with dirty.
JahMon: Peace mon, I'm off to the hotel.
Sparrow: Wait up kid, I'll come with ya, Crow needs the car and I'm not staying here all night while he wheels and deals.
Crow: Funny, but thats ok, I ran into someone earlier tonight who may need a ride to his hotel. I'd like to talk to him a little bit.
JahMon: Alright boss, peace
Crow: You're in a hurry.
JahMon: Well ya know, JahMon needs to relax.
Crow: Yeah, go on, relax.
And with that, JahMon and Sparrow exit the locker room with their bags and Crow closes the door