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Post by fninfamous on Jan 10, 2007 17:17:51 GMT -4
After smoking major amounts of that "Mary Jane" in the Familia locker room, he figured he would go pay the new General Manager a visit. He hadn't seen that Andrew Walker guy since him and PornStar arrived. So 187 was wanting to know whether or not the guy had the testicular fortitude to actually get a match in the works. He didn't want to miss the show without having a match for the night. Walking down the hallway with the glazed over look in his eyes and a smirk on his face. He stopped infront of an office that read "Richard Hugh" as the General Manager in this office. He hadn't heard that the DICK was going to be running the show. This was going to be good. Without even knocking, 187 just pushes the door open into the office saying...
"YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."
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Post by dick on Jan 10, 2007 17:27:11 GMT -4
I look up from my desk with a look of aggravation on my face to see who it is just walking into my office once again. It's that thug Tha Infamous 187. What could he want? I remember this man all too well. I hope he doesn't think that I forgot what he did with that... broomstick. As if I haven't had enough to deal with for the day. Let's hope that this doesn't take too long.
Excuse me 187. Is that the way you enter the office of your boss now? Can you knock before just barging in here like you own the place?
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Post by fninfamous on Jan 10, 2007 17:30:35 GMT -4
"Awww. Come on now Dick. Is 'dat any way to speak to an ol' friend of yours? Haha!"
The obvious indication that he was intoxicated as he stood infront of the desk. He began to walk toward Dick's desk with that smirk on his face while saying...
"I was just wantin' to stop by. Say hi. Ya know. See whattup wit' 'da General Managa'. Is 'dat too much to ask?"
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Post by dick on Jan 10, 2007 17:43:38 GMT -4
What's that smell?
Before I could even decide to respond to 187, my nostrils begin to be filled with the aroma of something. It was something that I could have sworn I have smelled before. There was a scent that was in this room that had not been here before he walked in. I begin to look 187 up and down with my eyebrow raised. It had to be him I thought. No matter. I've got to continue on with this meeting it seems he wants.
Just to stop by and say hi? Is that all you really wanted?
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Post by fninfamous on Jan 10, 2007 17:48:43 GMT -4
"Well, there was one thing I wanted to talk to ya 'bout maaaan.. Haha! I was just wonderin' if someone stopped by here earlia' talkin' 'bout me. I was just curious as I know mothaf**kas love to talk 'bout me. They love to keep sayin' my name and keep blowin' me up. Sooooooo. I was wonderin' if there was anyone 'dat came 'round here earlia' 'bout me. So whattup DICK? Was there?"
He couldn't help but laugh here and there as he stood infront of the DICK of Full Throttle. He thought it was funny that he was even talking to him. Though he is under the influence at the moment. ;D
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Post by dick on Jan 10, 2007 17:55:12 GMT -4
Well, actually there was a man in here earlier who was talking about you Mr. Taylor. It seems trouble follows you everywhere you go. There was a Mr. Walker who was in here not too long ago who was requesting a match with you. He said that he wanted to be the one who personally "opened your eyes to reality." These are his words, not mine mind you. I granted him the match. So it will be you against Mr. Walker in a normal one on one match.
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Post by fninfamous on Jan 10, 2007 18:00:33 GMT -4
"Aha! 'Da bastard actually got 'da match done. I'm impressed. Lil'new mothaf**kas walkin' 'round here like he knows somethin'. Lemme guess, he also mentioned 'da match wit' Michael Taylor? I'm sure he did. 'Dat mothaf**ka was runnin' his mouth 'bout it infront of 'da arena earlia'. Michael got lucky though. It was his lucky night. It'll neva' happen again. Neva' again. Anyways, 'dis Andrew Walka' cat actually got 'da matched booked, huh? Good sh*t then. Good sh*t. Hope he don't think 'dat I'ma just lay down fo' his @$$ 'cause he 'da new guy. I'ma open his eyes to 'da reality of my "Chucks" on my feets stompin' a mudhole in 'dat @$$ out and "walkin'" 'da mothaf**ka dry."
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Post by dick on Jan 10, 2007 18:19:46 GMT -4
A look of annoyance came over my face as I watched him rant and rave about two other superstars he had encountered here. The man spoke with so much profanity in his vocabulary that it was like a second language to him. I have to hurry this along. I don't think I could take much more of this thug.
Are we quite done Mr. Taylor? I am a busy man. I have things I have to get done before this Saturday. If we are done, I would appreciate it if you would let me get back to work.
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Post by fninfamous on Jan 10, 2007 18:34:28 GMT -4
187 didn't pay DICK any mind of what he was saying. He was still going on and on about his match as if he was on camera doing a promo...
"Hell, I don't give a f**k what he think 'bout me or my first match. 'Dat match was a fluke. Period. And 'dis mothaf**ka Andrew Walka' think he gonna come out wit' 'da same result? Pfft. He on 'dat bullsh*t. Lemme tell ya how it's gonna go down. I'ma slap him 'round a lil' bit..."
He moves an open palmed hand about in the air.
"...then I'ma beat 'dat @$$ from one side of 'da ring..."
He points to the left.
"...all 'da way ova' to 'da otha' side of 'da ring..."
He points to the right now.
"...then when I'm done wit' 'dat @$$, I'ma take his head..."
He puts one of his arms up like he's holding something ontop of his shoulder.
"...then I'ma turn a lil' bit..."
He slowly tips his body to the side just a tad bit.
"...and then I'ma just drop 'da @$$ and break his f**kin' neck (Cutter). Or I might just size him up and each his chest up wit' 'da ol' "Shotty."
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Post by dick on Jan 10, 2007 18:37:04 GMT -4
You have made your point. Are we done yet Mr. Taylor?
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Post by fninfamous on Jan 10, 2007 18:42:06 GMT -4
"Oh. Yeah. We're done. I got what I needed. Aha!" ;D
That smirk comes across his face as he laughs to himself once again.
"Guess I'll be on my way then."
187 turns around and begins to make his way over towards the door. He opens the door and just before he steps out into the hallway, he turns back to the DICK.
"Oh yeah... One mo' thing... I AM unda' 'da influence... And you know what else..? I don't give a f**k! Haha! See you 'round DICK!"
Just had to get one more in just to mess with the General Manager. With that said, he turns into the hallway while letting the door close behind him. Off to be on his own business in the building.
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