Post by Thomas Walker on Nov 17, 2010 15:41:01 GMT -5
Sitting in a circle, fingers twined and brows furrowed: James Walker, Thomas Walker and Eric Steele share a few muttered words though their understandably hushed tones make them inaudible to the cameras not to mention the growing rumble emanating from the close-by audience covering the background noise until the tense mumbles are broken by Eric violently coughing his lungs up. Sliding back to avoid the mucal spray of their self appointed manager Tommy and James screw their faces in disgust. Apologetically Eric explains.
Sharing a casting glance the brothers smile as they respond.
The spontanious yet quelled laughter from the lowly brothers is interupted by the single knock at their wooden framed door before Smarky Smark and Ryan Hughes let themselves into the dingy setting. Older brother James and New Age contender Hughes stand face to face--Jamies torn facade not mirrored in the exuberant smile spread across Ryans. A little less quick to assume the worst, Thomas offers his hand to Smarks before enquiring.
Rubbing the slight stubble under his chin, Tom directs his guests to the door--answering them as he shows them out.
Obliging though not fully satisfied with his response the two step out the door. Turning back as if to say something, Smarkys possible refusal to give the brothers time to come to a decision is cut off by the door slamming shut infront of him. The three starting in the room return to their seats and shift their eyes between the other two, with Thomas steepling his fingers under his chin and asking one last question before the screen fades out.
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~~Eric Steele~~
"Sorry, I think I'm coming down with something."
"Sorry, I think I'm coming down with something."
Sharing a casting glance the brothers smile as they respond.
~~Thomas Walker~~
"Shame, that."
~~James Walker~~
"Yeah I hear there is something going around."
"Shame, that."
~~James Walker~~
"Yeah I hear there is something going around."
The spontanious yet quelled laughter from the lowly brothers is interupted by the single knock at their wooden framed door before Smarky Smark and Ryan Hughes let themselves into the dingy setting. Older brother James and New Age contender Hughes stand face to face--Jamies torn facade not mirrored in the exuberant smile spread across Ryans. A little less quick to assume the worst, Thomas offers his hand to Smarks before enquiring.
~~Thomas Walker~~
"Can I help you gentlemen?"
~~Smarky Smark~~
"We'll see. I'm here to inform the pair of you that tonight the match I promised you two weeks ago with Hughes to see who gets the pleasure of beating Hayden at Blood Runs Cold will take place tonight. Yes, the winner will have his name in lights while the loser will be waiting with every other shmuck on the roster to see if I find a place for them on the card. It's a shame really Thomas that you won't get to fulfill your promise to headline this event as you did the two prior but I'm sure you'll understand it's just business."
~~Thomas Walker~~
"Business? Wait, what!? What makes you so sure I'm going to lose!?"
~~Smarky Smark~~
"Now now, settle down. Anything could happen out there tonight, the people'd be disappointed if it couldn't though I'd be disappointed if those evening classes I took on reading the future had went to waste. I see you going out to the ring, laying down in the center of it and letting my friend Hughes here pin you for the three count allowing him to go through unharmed on his path to the Blood Runs Cold title match."
~~James Walker~~
"And why exactly would he do that?"
~~Smarky Smark~~
"Listen, I'm not asking you to do anything unreasonable here. You and Ryan could fight, one of you will win but in the end neither of you will feel better for it regardless of who gets the main event title match. I am offering you a way round that. As the kind man I am, you do that for me and I'll ofcourse do something of comparable worth for you. How does getting to name the time, the place and the stipulation for your own rematch at ANY time after the Pay-Per-View sound to you?"
~~James Walker~~
"No deal."
~~Ryan Hughes~~
"James please, with what little due respect there is this has nothing to do with you. It's between me, Thomas there and Smarky Smark. What do you say Tommy?"
"Can I help you gentlemen?"
~~Smarky Smark~~
"We'll see. I'm here to inform the pair of you that tonight the match I promised you two weeks ago with Hughes to see who gets the pleasure of beating Hayden at Blood Runs Cold will take place tonight. Yes, the winner will have his name in lights while the loser will be waiting with every other shmuck on the roster to see if I find a place for them on the card. It's a shame really Thomas that you won't get to fulfill your promise to headline this event as you did the two prior but I'm sure you'll understand it's just business."
~~Thomas Walker~~
"Business? Wait, what!? What makes you so sure I'm going to lose!?"
~~Smarky Smark~~
"Now now, settle down. Anything could happen out there tonight, the people'd be disappointed if it couldn't though I'd be disappointed if those evening classes I took on reading the future had went to waste. I see you going out to the ring, laying down in the center of it and letting my friend Hughes here pin you for the three count allowing him to go through unharmed on his path to the Blood Runs Cold title match."
~~James Walker~~
"And why exactly would he do that?"
~~Smarky Smark~~
"Listen, I'm not asking you to do anything unreasonable here. You and Ryan could fight, one of you will win but in the end neither of you will feel better for it regardless of who gets the main event title match. I am offering you a way round that. As the kind man I am, you do that for me and I'll ofcourse do something of comparable worth for you. How does getting to name the time, the place and the stipulation for your own rematch at ANY time after the Pay-Per-View sound to you?"
~~James Walker~~
"No deal."
~~Ryan Hughes~~
"James please, with what little due respect there is this has nothing to do with you. It's between me, Thomas there and Smarky Smark. What do you say Tommy?"
Rubbing the slight stubble under his chin, Tom directs his guests to the door--answering them as he shows them out.
~~Thomas Walker~~
"It's a generous offer Smarky but I'm going to need to think about it. Lets say I'll give you my answer out there tonight now if you'll please--."
"It's a generous offer Smarky but I'm going to need to think about it. Lets say I'll give you my answer out there tonight now if you'll please--."
Obliging though not fully satisfied with his response the two step out the door. Turning back as if to say something, Smarkys possible refusal to give the brothers time to come to a decision is cut off by the door slamming shut infront of him. The three starting in the room return to their seats and shift their eyes between the other two, with Thomas steepling his fingers under his chin and asking one last question before the screen fades out.
~~Thomas Walker~~
"Well?"
"Well?"
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