Post by Millson and Simpson on Jul 26, 2010 9:08:09 GMT -5
The bar is bustling. Drinks are going round like there was no tommorrow. The men's room is inhabited at all times. It's that time of week that everyone is here at the GHW bar, watching GHW Live, and seeing all the action on the widescreen TV. The main feature on the TV at this point in the story is the revelation of a new stable that has been formed. Greenspark, Big Robertson Ryder and Mighty Man Millson II have told the world that the end is near for their enemies, and the thousands of GHW fans can't wait to see The Mighty One in action against Colton Cruise, an extremely talented newcomer, with the two men he has aligned himself with, in the Daddy's Boy's corner.
The door to the bar opens, and two unlikely friends enter the bar. One is a small, but rather dashing man, with long brown hair. That is the Mighty Man himself. The other man is a big Guyanese Goliath, with no hair and stubble around his mouth. He is known as Big Robertson Ryder. As the people milled in the bar recognise the two men, some start to clap, excited by the prospect of seeing wrestling royalty pre-match, some others boo, to maybe put off the two men and cost them their match tonight. Others get a little more physical.
You suck, Millson! You're gonna get your ass kicked tonight. Colton rules!
One fan, who has had one too many today, decides to jump onto his table and challenge Millson publicly, rallying some support. Other, more sensible men, decide to back off, while some try to discourage the fan. The Mighty One decides to impart some wisdom on the rabid fan.
Mate, you've got 3 choices. You can fight me, get beat up and get thrown out of this bar by my good pal behind me. Or you can sit down, and watch my match later, and realise how lose you came to a beating today. Or you can leave now, as you know you can't take me and Ryder on, and forget watching my match, because you know how easily I will win. It's your choice.
The fan pauses for a second, before sitting down, sober enough to know when he's beaten. Millson smiles and nods, before going over to the bar man.
That man. Don't serve him anything else. You wouldn't want him to get hurt under your watch. I'm just here to scout all the other GHW matches, but if I have to start a fight, I will. Got that?
Yes, sir. I got it.
Good. Now I'll have a lager, Ryder'll have the best you've got. He can take it, I guarantee you.
Ryder smiles and nods his head slowly, letting out a cruel laugh but not saying a word. The bar man walks over to the beer taps to pour the drinks, leaving the Mighty One and the Guyanese Goliath watching the TV, scouting all the GHW action. The motto of The Mighty One is, after all, 'You can never be too prepared'.
The door to the bar opens, and two unlikely friends enter the bar. One is a small, but rather dashing man, with long brown hair. That is the Mighty Man himself. The other man is a big Guyanese Goliath, with no hair and stubble around his mouth. He is known as Big Robertson Ryder. As the people milled in the bar recognise the two men, some start to clap, excited by the prospect of seeing wrestling royalty pre-match, some others boo, to maybe put off the two men and cost them their match tonight. Others get a little more physical.
You suck, Millson! You're gonna get your ass kicked tonight. Colton rules!
One fan, who has had one too many today, decides to jump onto his table and challenge Millson publicly, rallying some support. Other, more sensible men, decide to back off, while some try to discourage the fan. The Mighty One decides to impart some wisdom on the rabid fan.
Mate, you've got 3 choices. You can fight me, get beat up and get thrown out of this bar by my good pal behind me. Or you can sit down, and watch my match later, and realise how lose you came to a beating today. Or you can leave now, as you know you can't take me and Ryder on, and forget watching my match, because you know how easily I will win. It's your choice.
The fan pauses for a second, before sitting down, sober enough to know when he's beaten. Millson smiles and nods, before going over to the bar man.
That man. Don't serve him anything else. You wouldn't want him to get hurt under your watch. I'm just here to scout all the other GHW matches, but if I have to start a fight, I will. Got that?
Yes, sir. I got it.
Good. Now I'll have a lager, Ryder'll have the best you've got. He can take it, I guarantee you.
Ryder smiles and nods his head slowly, letting out a cruel laugh but not saying a word. The bar man walks over to the beer taps to pour the drinks, leaving the Mighty One and the Guyanese Goliath watching the TV, scouting all the GHW action. The motto of The Mighty One is, after all, 'You can never be too prepared'.
