The Nashville Predator

[Metal Dragon]

Charlie Coors is seen walking backstage with a microphone in his hand, seeming confused and nervous by the sheep-like look in his eyes. Turning a corner while darting his eyes about, scouting out for anything that might jump out at him, he addresses the audience.

"Uh... ladies and gentlemen, I'm a bit frazzled here, so bear with me. I've been left a note and it says to meet the sender..."

"...Here."

The hand of Metal Dragon is placed on Coors's shoulder, which causes the ring announcer to flinch. Donned in a black leather jacket that covers a black t-shirt, as well as faded blue jeans, MD's stone gaze changes to a reassuring look after a brief moment.

"Don't worry... You and the duo behind the announcing desk are safe tonight."

Dragon pries the microphone from Chuck's hand and holds it up to his mouth, then clears his throat before speaking.

"As for everyone else, I've gotten tired of searching. Nothing back here that I can find, and I mean NOTHING... is worth my time. Despite how I turn my nose up at the young up-and-comers who, deep down in their minds, they WISH I would swing at them just to improve their careers- Hell, it worked for Santiago- they all treat me like some admired locker room leader. Charlie, I am the best back here. My time to shoot for gold might come, but I don't need it. I am a human weapon, and like I told you, I am GHW... But that doesn't make me someone to look up to."

"But that doesn't answer the big question, what is the meaning of-"

"I've been searching, Chuck. I've been meditating on this. What is there left for me to do in this company? Hell, I might as well keep myself occupied. This locker room's blood pays my bills, yet I show no gratitude because I hate every single person that laces up their boots in it, even myself. I'm back here for prey, yet a hunt without a struggle does nothing for me. Frankly, I feel bored. I just wanna hurt someone, Coors. I just wanna feel my knuckles collide with someone's jawbone. The fans want to see me wage war under a banner that I have abandoned many times, they want to see me go after Kasabian Stalker or NVX or Shawn Dreamer... No, I don't want to bring them up. I just want this place to be my playground once again, Chuck. In the words of Limp Bizkit... Give me something to break. This search is killing me-"

Just then, Dragon feels the presence of someone behind him. Ceasing his god-complexity diatribe, the Man of Golden Words turns around.

TBC they know who

[Desperado]

"Bravo, Bravo."

The sound of clapping is heard as a man dressed in a black shirt appears, donning the words 'Deadly and Dangerous'. He returns his hand inside his faded blue jeans, leaning himself against the wall of adjacent to his rival, a smug smile on his face.

"Quite a speech there Dragon. I don't really know what to say. I'm quite touched. You have enough heart not to go after the non-threatening nation of Eagle-Vision Pro-Wrestling."

Desperado seem too impressed though. Even looking a tad bit bored.

"Like yourself, I've been wandering these halls for a while now with not a fuck in the world to do. And I see you seem to have the same problem. I could relate to everything you said. No interest in winning titles? Been there. Leader of the locker room? Done that. I don't even what I'm even doing here anymore to be honest. This place has royally fucked me up, so bad, that I was actually seeing things. Thank fuck to that fit psychiatrist who fixed me up."

Desperado pauses a moment as he recalls everything Metal Dragon had mentioned.

"What is left for people like me or you in this company? I'll tell you what. Nothing. Not a fuck in the world. Like you said, the only thing we're here for right now is to face rookie's who wish to make a name for themselves. Unlike yourself, I don't even find it fun to go around breaking these bitches down. Although, if you are looking for some fun. I might have an idea for you. You know that dick that's just come back and thinks he's running this business. What's his face, ... No I'm not talking about your good friend Santiago. He's not even worth fighting anymore. I'm talking about Jake 'Fucking' Diamond.

Don't you think people like Jake Diamond and Hayden are giving the two of us a bad name. They're both in the lime-light fighting for the prized title whilst us two are stalking the locker room's like has-beens? I don't want to be known as the next Dave Carter or Hyper Elf. One's nowhere to be heard of and the others sitting at the commentary desk. I ask you MD, is this where our careers are heading. Because if that's the case, we might as well quit now."

Desperado pauses a moment, giving Metal Dragon an opportunity to ponder that thought. But that was not really what Desperado had in mind. He had no intention of quitting nor did he expect his former team-mate and long-term rival to do so either.

"I know glory don't mean shit to either of us because we've reached the top before and its over-rated as fuck. What I don't understand is, why the fuck are these idiots actually competing for a title that holds no value. Even Ryan Hughes held that piece of shit. What do they want? A place in the Hall-Of-Fame?

You want something to do Rob? I say we burn that piece of shit. I say we fuck those two over, just for the sake of it. If Jake wins, Hayden retires. I say its about time he did so. But if Jake wins, he claims glory and his head will grow twice the size it is right now. GHW doesn't need a saviour. It doesn't need some guy leading the line who fucked off for so many years and comes back claiming he's the one to lead the line. I say fuck him too. Lets sabotage it."

"I think we should lead by example. There's a match coming up at Prelude of Madness for the Charging Glory Title. I say you step in my friend. There's an open spot in this tourny they've got going. At the moment there's Brooks, Hayden and some rookie friend of Hayden's. Basically that fuck-tard from New Zealand has got this covered. Now if you step into this mix, things would get interesting."

Desperado suddenly turns to Coors making him flinch for a second time.

"Oi Coors, what you still doing here? Oh yeah, you came here for that note didn't you. That was ... not me. But since you're here and with nothing to do, Could you do me a favour and fetch me a nice sandwich ... And a cold drink whilst your at it. Bring it to the gym. Cheers. Now off you go."

Desperado laughs to himself watching the reaction of the face of the announcer before turning to Rob once again. His laugh dies down but that untrustworthy smile remains on his lips.

"You know, I would do it myself but I've lost all passion to step in that ring now. However I could always watch your back. Does that sound interesting Rob? However, when the opportunity arrives I'll take out Jake myself. Think about it. The two locker room leaders, taking control of GHW. I think its an interesting idea. I know it doesn't really mean much but lets just do it for the laugh."

Despy awaits Metal Dragon's decision.

TBC by MD

[Metal Dragon]

Looking down in contemplation for another few seconds, MD breathes heavily as he prepares an answer.

"This is why I always loved wrestling you. You know how to mix things up. You fuckin' genius."

Desperado nods, always one to take a compliment.

"Despite the fact that we've not been on the best of terms lately, I know you're not a liar. I know I can trust you to be honest about your goals because you are like me- a dying breed that doesn't need deception to get things done. Will Jake Diamond's head swell if he retains the New Age Championship tonight? Yes, you're right, it will. However, I hope he wins because that just makes it easier to fit that egg full of gray matter inside our crosshairs. You've had my back before, and if you want to have it again, GHW will be in our hands."

"Easily."

Suddenly, Charlie Coors reappears with a sandwich on a paper plate. The Technical Tornado quickly snatches it, then puts his hand on Chuck's face and pushes him out of camera view. A bite of the sandwich is then taken.

"Roast beef. Good choice."

"So the two former members of Stone Orchard are back in cahoots again and now GHW is on alert. Sounds good to me. I think I'll find someone to beat up tonight to stay in the swing of things. Take it easy."

"Remember, I've got your back."

The Tennessean and the New Yorker shake hands as they part ways, the camera staying on MD. He mutters under his breath before the feed fades to black.

"...Shit, I want some Arby's now."

End of Thread

[Hayden]

Oh crap... I smell a reunion... We are all doomed

[wasted]

I've got one thing to say: Please don't abandon this idea! I can't wait to see where it goes. Great work, guys!

[Jaggeroth]

Some people have to much post teen angst......