With a Whimper

[Metal Dragon]

A splatting sound is heard in the parking lot as Ryan Hughes steps through the doorway, on the way from some sort of business inside the GHW offices. The garage is dimly-lit but still not "dark", per se, as the Batman can clearly see who stands only a few feet to the side of him. Metal Dragon, clad in blue jeans and a black Entombed t-shirt, spits on the asphalt once again as he acknowledges a man he hates but respects.

"So that's how he ended... Not with a bang, but with a whimper."

"Huh?"

"Vlad's out, I'm sure you know. It's just you and me at Total Carnage. Most likely a straight-up singles match. I hate you, you hate me, but I know we're gonna tear the house down."

The Tennessean spits on the ground again, then moves the wad of tobacco in his mouth onto the other side of his lip, while waiting for Ryan's reaction.

TBC Ryan Hughes

[Ryan Hughes]

“Well for once Dragon, I don't disagree.”

Dragon's lips curl in to a smile, knowing that his sworn enemy has acknowledged him as correct for once. He nods his head slightly as Ryan continues.

“You're right. Any match with us in does bring in the big money. The Ascension match blew the roof off of Concord, and our little fight in VWE got it it's highest ratings in it's history, albeit a short one...

And about Vlad, yeah- he did drop the ball on his leaving. A so called legend like him should have really pulled out all the stops. But no, he simply backs away. It proves one thing though... he was running scared. Yeah, so he beat me in that Mancunian Streetfight, but he knew that his luck was gonna run out. So he fled. And the powers that be decided that this...”

He shrugs his right shoulder to get the title belt well lit in the semi-darkness. Dragon furrows his eyebrows as he studies it.

“... should return to it's RIGHTFUL owner.”

“Yeah, I still think that was a bullshit deal. Why not just vacate it, and have us fight for the belt?”

“Because they KNOW that it is a matter of time before I make you my bitch at Total Carnage and win the strap anyway, that's why.”

MD gives Ryan a piercing glare, and The Bipolar Behemoth readies himself for the Nashvillian's reply.


TBC MD

[Metal Dragon]

MD spits in the direction of Hughes, the Mancunian Mauler jumping back slightly to avoid his feet being hit as the saliva splatters on the ground inches from him.

"Whoops. There must be a breeze in here."

Ryan scowls at his first challenger to the title he holds dear, but keeps his hands to himself for now to avoid any unnecessary problems, whether physical or political.

"You can say you'll beat me all you want, Ryan, but you know what they say about history..."

Dragon spits on the ground again, then reaches in his mouth and pulls his dip out before flinging it onto the asphalt.

"It repeats itself when you don't learn from it, and you know how our history is. You can hit the tape library or you can just start polishing that title. The choice is yours."

Hughes begins to speak up, but his rival has already begun walking away. Ryan simply removes the GHW World Championship from his shoulder for a moment and takes a glance at it, then throws it back over his shoulder and walks off in another direction.

End of Thread