Post by nobbs on Jan 8, 2007 15:45:34 GMT -4
*Andrew tried to register 187's last comment.*
[glow=blue,2,300]We can get it no matter what? What the hell does that mean?[/glow]
*With a questioning look on his face, he shakes his head.*
[glow=blue,2,300]"I'm not quite sure what you just said, but if that meant that you're accepting my offer for a match... well, I guess we have a match.
Although my debut will undoubtedly be the highlight of the show, however, I think a normal one on one match will suffice. No need to strain myself on the road, am I right?"[/glow]
*Andrew's phone begins to ring. He takes it out of his pocket, and looks to see who is calling.*
[glow=blue,2,300]"Sorry boys. I would hate to stay and chat longer, but I have to take this."[/glow]
*He opens his phone, and puts it to his ear, as he starts to walk away. The person calling him talks the whole time. Once he is out of earshot of PornStar and 187, he starts talking.*
[glow=blue,2,300]"Yeah Johnson. The Angel's Tower is in Toronto. I don't see why you have to keep asking..."[/glow]
*After a brief pause, Andrew begins walking again, heading back to the arena.*
[glow=blue,2,300]"Oh. I see... Well then. I may see you sooner than I thought. Once we get back to Toronto. See ya."[/glow]
*Andrew chuckles to himself as he closes his phone and puts it back in his pocket. He begins to whistle, and proceeds to the arena.*[/i][/color]
Post by fninfamous on Jan 8, 2007 18:36:10 GMT -4
He shook his head as he looked over at PornStar.
"Groupies like a mothaf**ka. Dick-ridin' 'da hell outta us man. Tryna' get some fame off us but they need to realize we ain't goin' no where. No matta' what 'da record says."