Post by To Be Announced on Aug 19, 2012 9:10:24 GMT -5
Oh, my aching head. What the hell happened to me? Oh god, where am I? It's so bright. Wait, who is that?
Sweeney: Thank god, you're finally awake!
Why? How long was I out? Oh man, now I remember. One minute I was answering the door expecting some pizza, the next thing I know I'm beaten half to death by that Brandon Nytrus fella. I expected some kind of backlash from what I said about him, but I did not expect such a blindsided attack in my own home!
Chicken: Swe...Sweeney? Ow...what...what happened...
Sweeney: Dude, I saw that Nytrus guy walking out of your apartment, and when I got in, you were in a bloody mess! The entire place was wrecked, and we had no choice but to call an ambulance. You're in hospital dude, you've been unconscious for over fifteen hours!
Fifteen hours!? That must have been one hell of a beating. Seriously, what's the guy's problem? He wanted some competition, but he can't handle it when some trash talks about him. No wonder he's in the damn Step Up roster!
Sweeney: To be frank dude, I think you're lucky to be alive! Things could have been a hell of a lot worse for you man!
Chicken: Oh...man...what...what did the doctors say?
Sweeney: You should be out of hospital before High Stakes, but if you ask me, I would not show up at the next Step Up show.
Chicken: What? Like hell...
Sweeney: Dude! That maniac broke into your own home and beat the living crap out of you! If you face him this Friday, he'll do exactly the same, only this time he'll be paid to do so! Don't do it man, it's suicide!
Suicide? Maybe. But I can't just let that big bully get away with this. I have to stand up for myself. I can't just let this oaf push me around, I've spent most of my life being pushed around, and I'll be fucked if that's gonna happen again! Someone needs to stand up against that bully, and that's going to be me!
Sweeney: You shouldn't even be turning up for High Stakes, not in your condition!
Miss High Stakes? Like hell, I wouldn't miss it for the world! Jason Xavier is going down, and no one, not in that massive lump can do anything about it! Oh wait, who's that coming in? Oh no, not the press again. Not the cameraman again. Not Tasha Jordan again!
Tasha Jordan: Oh my god Chicken! I came as soon as I heard! Are you okay?
What? A hug? Oh god, not so tight! My ribs feel like their about to crumble into dust! Oh no, please don't let go, no woman has hugged me in years! Oh dammit...
Tasha Jordan: Listen, we've contacted the authorities, and I'm trying to contact Nigel Cunningham about a suspension. That man can't expect to get away with this without any repercussions!
Chicken: Th...thank you...
Tasha Jordan: I'm sorry, I hope we're not interrupting anything.
Sweeney: Oh no, it's fine. I was just about to leave. Please stay, see if you can talk some sense into him!
Tasha Jordan: Excuse me?
Sweeney: Our little champion here still wants to fight that psychopath!
Tasha Jordan: Chicken, is that true?
Chicken: No...you don't...understand...
Tasha Jordan: Chicken! Are you crazy? You can't be serious about stepping into the ring with that guy, he'll kill you in a flash! Please Chicken, it's not worth the risk!
Chicken: No Tasha. You don't understand. You see, he's just proved that he doesn't deserve to be a wrestler. If anything, he's a petty criminal, not a wrestler! It's no wonder why he never made it to the main roster, the guy is clearly unstable, and he can't take any criticisms. He is just a criminal, a criminal that needs to be locked up!
Tasha Jordan: And...you want to face him?
Chicken: Yes! And you know why? Because I want to be a professional wrestler. I don't want to go around people's homes and beat the crap out of them, that's what a criminal does. I want to let it all hang out in the middle of a wrestling ring. That is why I accept his challenge. I want to face Brandon Nytrus in an Extreme Rules match. I want to stand up for myself and face that lanky prick head on, because I know, win or lose, I'm going to be the better man!
Surely this act of bravery will attract the attention of Ms. Biguns...and not the attention of a certain 'Hardcore Icon'...
Tasha Jordan: Well then, whether it's bravery or just plain stupidity, I have to admit it. You do have a big heart.
Oh my. I'm blushing! I hope she doesn't notice...
Tasha Jordan: Okay Bobby, we can stop rolling now. Chicken, thank you for your time, I'll leave you to recover. But between you and me...I wish you didn't do this, but I hope you win.
Wow. She kissed me on the cheek? Sweet Jesus! Damn I wish I felt it, stupid bruises...
And there she goes, along with that bumbling cameraman. Wait, did I just hear that right? She hopes that I win? Seriously, she has that much faith in me! Wow, I don't know what to think! Could she be the one...no, no it'll never work. She really isn't interested in me in that way...is she? No, no she's not. After all, she's not the one. Ms. Biguns is the one! One day my love, one day we'll be together! Just you wait!
Sweeney: Thank god, you're finally awake!
Why? How long was I out? Oh man, now I remember. One minute I was answering the door expecting some pizza, the next thing I know I'm beaten half to death by that Brandon Nytrus fella. I expected some kind of backlash from what I said about him, but I did not expect such a blindsided attack in my own home!
Chicken: Swe...Sweeney? Ow...what...what happened...
Sweeney: Dude, I saw that Nytrus guy walking out of your apartment, and when I got in, you were in a bloody mess! The entire place was wrecked, and we had no choice but to call an ambulance. You're in hospital dude, you've been unconscious for over fifteen hours!
Fifteen hours!? That must have been one hell of a beating. Seriously, what's the guy's problem? He wanted some competition, but he can't handle it when some trash talks about him. No wonder he's in the damn Step Up roster!
Sweeney: To be frank dude, I think you're lucky to be alive! Things could have been a hell of a lot worse for you man!
Chicken: Oh...man...what...what did the doctors say?
Sweeney: You should be out of hospital before High Stakes, but if you ask me, I would not show up at the next Step Up show.
Chicken: What? Like hell...
Sweeney: Dude! That maniac broke into your own home and beat the living crap out of you! If you face him this Friday, he'll do exactly the same, only this time he'll be paid to do so! Don't do it man, it's suicide!
Suicide? Maybe. But I can't just let that big bully get away with this. I have to stand up for myself. I can't just let this oaf push me around, I've spent most of my life being pushed around, and I'll be fucked if that's gonna happen again! Someone needs to stand up against that bully, and that's going to be me!
Sweeney: You shouldn't even be turning up for High Stakes, not in your condition!
Miss High Stakes? Like hell, I wouldn't miss it for the world! Jason Xavier is going down, and no one, not in that massive lump can do anything about it! Oh wait, who's that coming in? Oh no, not the press again. Not the cameraman again. Not Tasha Jordan again!
Tasha Jordan: Oh my god Chicken! I came as soon as I heard! Are you okay?
What? A hug? Oh god, not so tight! My ribs feel like their about to crumble into dust! Oh no, please don't let go, no woman has hugged me in years! Oh dammit...
Tasha Jordan: Listen, we've contacted the authorities, and I'm trying to contact Nigel Cunningham about a suspension. That man can't expect to get away with this without any repercussions!
Chicken: Th...thank you...
Tasha Jordan: I'm sorry, I hope we're not interrupting anything.
Sweeney: Oh no, it's fine. I was just about to leave. Please stay, see if you can talk some sense into him!
Tasha Jordan: Excuse me?
Sweeney: Our little champion here still wants to fight that psychopath!
Tasha Jordan: Chicken, is that true?
Chicken: No...you don't...understand...
Tasha Jordan: Chicken! Are you crazy? You can't be serious about stepping into the ring with that guy, he'll kill you in a flash! Please Chicken, it's not worth the risk!
Chicken: No Tasha. You don't understand. You see, he's just proved that he doesn't deserve to be a wrestler. If anything, he's a petty criminal, not a wrestler! It's no wonder why he never made it to the main roster, the guy is clearly unstable, and he can't take any criticisms. He is just a criminal, a criminal that needs to be locked up!
Tasha Jordan: And...you want to face him?
Chicken: Yes! And you know why? Because I want to be a professional wrestler. I don't want to go around people's homes and beat the crap out of them, that's what a criminal does. I want to let it all hang out in the middle of a wrestling ring. That is why I accept his challenge. I want to face Brandon Nytrus in an Extreme Rules match. I want to stand up for myself and face that lanky prick head on, because I know, win or lose, I'm going to be the better man!
Surely this act of bravery will attract the attention of Ms. Biguns...and not the attention of a certain 'Hardcore Icon'...
Tasha Jordan: Well then, whether it's bravery or just plain stupidity, I have to admit it. You do have a big heart.
Oh my. I'm blushing! I hope she doesn't notice...
Tasha Jordan: Okay Bobby, we can stop rolling now. Chicken, thank you for your time, I'll leave you to recover. But between you and me...I wish you didn't do this, but I hope you win.
Wow. She kissed me on the cheek? Sweet Jesus! Damn I wish I felt it, stupid bruises...
And there she goes, along with that bumbling cameraman. Wait, did I just hear that right? She hopes that I win? Seriously, she has that much faith in me! Wow, I don't know what to think! Could she be the one...no, no it'll never work. She really isn't interested in me in that way...is she? No, no she's not. After all, she's not the one. Ms. Biguns is the one! One day my love, one day we'll be together! Just you wait!