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| Breeze’s Mansion Breeze:
Hello Person
on the phone:
Hey, did you just see that? Breeze:
Yeah, I did Ace Ace:
I thought you might have Breeze:
You hear the joke? Ace:
If you could call it that, the fart thing? Breeze:
Yeah, that’s what I mean Ace:
Oh, man is that original or what? Breeze:
I know, shows extreme lack of imagination Ace:
God, I hate this Breeze:
What? Ace:
All these
jackasses running around XWF like their gods without even having a match, I
just want to kill them all Breeze:
I know what you mean, Strider’s a jackass but at least he has something to
show, these three asses come into XWF and think they actually are good, I mean
we’re legends, these faggots walk around thinking they own the place.
Sterling Steve Steel and Yellow Bike Boy and this big fat bitch who wears a
mask, its unbelievable Ace:
Exactly Breeze:
I think it’s time for us to shut these asses up Ace:
Oh? Breeze:
Yeah, you take care of Strider at the PPV and I’ll take care of these 3
assholes Ace:
Great plan Breeze:
I know, where are you calling from? Ace:
The XWF arena Breeze:
I’m headed there anyway to make an interview Ace:
Okay Breeze:
See you there Ace:
Okay (SHORT
SCENE WITH DEVASTATOR, CAN BE SEEN IN HIS FIRST PPV RP, THIS IS TO SCHEDULE
WITH IT AND MAKE IT MORE REALISTIC) XWF
Arena – Ace’s Locker Room Ace
from between clenched teeth from strain of pulling his huge mass up Ace:
You’re going to run that poor cooler dry Breeze
laughed Breeze:
Are you kidding? Ace
asked innocently: What? Breeze:
You have over 20 beers in that huge metal tub and you refill it every day or
have some lackey do it Ace:
It’s not just any cooler you know Breeze Breeze:
Oh? What does it do, fly? Ace:
No, Sally is a Larry Cross X.15 Supersonic Cooler Ace:
So? Breeze
bursts into fits of laughter Ace
drops down from the bar and takes a seat near Breeze, he picks up cold
Budweiser and starts to drink it, he finished it easy Breeze:
Watch yourself man, I mean you should be drinking water Ace
opens another bottle with his teeth Ace:
Why? Breeze:
Because this alcohol will knock you out of shape, especially for your match
against this Strider jerk Ace
sulked: You’re drinking it Breeze:
One bottle, you drink it like a fish drinks water, plus I’m in great shape Ace:
Okay, big match at the PPV Breeze:
I know, I’m sick of all these amateur bastards coming into XWF like its some
sort of playground where they can ride around in silly little bikes and crash
them and pretend their in some sort of cheesy movie with unrealistic special
effects Ace:
I know, Strider is a capable wrestler though, all these bitches seem to be
doing is whining and trying to show off, man that’s a great sign of being an
amateur Breeze:
I know, I’ll just have to show them true professionalism at the Pay Per View Ace:
Where is 187? Breeze:
Why? Ace:
God’s sake Breeze, I’m just wondering Breeze:
Okay, why you so snappy? Ace:
No reason Breeze:
I told you we wouldn’t be tag partners in XWF, you said you didn’t have a
problem with it Ace:
I don’t Breeze:
Okay well I’ve got to go see someone Ace:
Aight, see you later then Breeze:
Okay Breeze
exited the locker room of the XWF Legend, The Attitude Ace and proceeded to
move down the hallway towards the set of rooms belonging to the XWF owner
Hawk. It wasn’t a long journey and it took only a minute or so, so he
didn’t have to set up camp half way there. Breeze knocked on the polished
wooden door and as was customary waited a response from the man who held the
power here in the XWF. The response came after a fairly short wait and Breeze
entered the room. Hawk was talking on the phone and Breeze knew that it was
impolite to disrupt someone who was talking on the phone, Breeze quietly sat
down on the large leather chair across from the huge desk of Hawk. Hawk saw
this and gave him a grateful look. XWF
Arena – Hawk’s Main Office Hawk:
Fine, just hurry up Hawk
casually hung the phone up on the person on the receiving end and again took
up his cool calm approach to things Hawk:
Hello Mr. Breeze Breeze:
Hawk Hawk:
You’re here to sign the contract for Deathrow I presume Breeze:
You are correct Hawk:
I thought I would be, this won’t be an easy match Breeze:
No matches are truly easy Hawk
shrugs:
True, but a win here would impress me Breeze:
I see, well I shall win Hawk:
Okay, sign this contract and its official Breeze
received a 3 page booklet from Hawk and quickly signed with a pen most
generously handed to him by Hawk. Breeze:
Thank you, now I have some competition Hawk:
You made a good move Breeze:
I know, but which one are you talking about? Hawk:
Taking up 187 as your tag partner, your both cold blooded men with nothing but
victory on your minds Breeze:
Is that such a bad thing? Hawk:
Not in wrestling Breeze:
Okay, that reminds me I should speak to 187 I haven’t in a few days Hawk:
Okay Breeze:
See you later Hawk:
Okay, good luck at the Pay Per View Breeze:
I don’t need luck, thanks anyway, it’s the thought that counts Hawk
grins:
Indeed it is Breeze smiled and walked out the door, he continued again to walk through the dreary corridors of the XWF, the creamy white walls with the same floor and the same vending machines down every corner with the same type of staff all running around trying to clean up or set things up. Breeze was glad when he saw 187 finally after 3 minutes of walking outside his dressing room with a black bag over his shoulder. Breeze walked over to 187 XWF
Arena – Outside 187’s Locker Room 187:
Hey Breeze:
Howdy 187:
Good luck at the Pay Per View Breeze:
Okay, and you to 187:
When are we going after these tag titles? Breeze:
When we get rid of the inconveniences blocking us at the moment 187
grinned: I
love destroying people Breeze
grinned an equally vicious grin: I know, me to 187:
I know you’ll win at the Pay Per View Breeze:
As I know you will 187:
We are almost impossible to beat when we are single, imagine what it will be
like when we are in a team Breeze:
I don’t really need to, I’m sure enough people are thinking it already,
where are you going? 187:
I have to do something Breeze:
Important? 187:
A little Breeze:
Well I’m going to Ace’s locker room now to talk with him, so I’ll talk
to you later 187:
You will Breeze:
Good luck 187:
None needed, but thanks anyway, it’s the thought that counts Breeze
laughed 187:
What? Breeze:
Nothing 187:
Okay, later Breeze:
Later 187 continued his journey to wherever he was going leaving Breeze free to go back to the locker room of Ace and to keep his promise he would return to his old friend. After a few minutes of walking round he felt his legs tire a little so he rushed back to Ace’s locker room and walked in quickly. He immediately jumped onto the couch. Ace was talking on the other side of the room with something. Breeze turned his head round to see Leon Holmes Leon
Holmes was dressed in a flash suit and he had a pair of expensive looking sun
glasses on. His goatee had recently been trimmed and he stood there looking as
all the world fell under his one hand. Power obviously suited Holmes because
he practically beamed. He turned towards Breeze XWF
Arena – Outside 187’s Locker Room Holmes:
Hello Breeze:
What are you doing here? Holmes:
Now, that isn’t exactly a nice way to speak to your former boss, wait and
your current boss Ace
stifles a laugh and gets a dark look from Breeze Breeze:
What are you doing here? Holmes:
Persistant isn’t he Ace? Ace:
He can be Ace
avoids Breeze’s gaze Holmes:
I’m here to speak to Ace, James Breeze:
About? Holmes:
Something that doesn’t concern you Breeze
shrugs and turns the television on A
few minutes later Holmes walks to the door, he stops at the exit Holmes:
Oh, Breeze? Breeze:
Yeah? Holmes:
Good luck Breeze:
I do… Holmes:
I know I know, you don’t need it, but good luck anyway Holmes
laughs as he exits the door Breeze:
You know what Ace? Ace:
What? Breeze:
He really irritates me sometimes Ace:
I know, he does it to annoy you Breeze:
Oh? Ace:
Yeah, he finds it hilarious to wind you up Breeze
laughs Breeze:
I suppose he does, he’s funny that way Ace:
Indeed, you know that Strider really irritates me Breeze:
Well it’s good that it won’t be long before you get to crush him Ace:
I know Breeze:
What are you doing? Ace:
Nothing, why? Breeze:
Want to go clubbing tonight? Ace:
But you said before alcohol is bad Breeze:
Forget what I said before, we’ve got all tomorrow to sober up before we even
have to train Ace:
Okay Breeze:
Let’s go then Ace:
But it’s only 4 O’Clock in the afternoon or something Breeze: I know, I want to go to that theme park you were talking about yesterday, according to you it’s great and I have always been fond of greatness Ace
grins: Okay,
more rest and relaxation Breeze:
Yeah, before we party Ace:
Sounds great Breeze:
Doesn’t it just? Ace
laughs FADE OUT |