Post by Eric The Torture on Dec 14, 2008 21:32:44 GMT -5
* Eric The Torture heads down the hallway to his locker room, completely unaware of the large Pacific Salmon that fate is about to slap him upside the face with. He reaches the door to his locker room, only to find it unlocked. Berating himself mentally for not locking it when he last left, he steps in and is hit by a most unpleasant but quite familiar smell. Without even turning on the lights, Eric groans and knows the person he's addressing. *
ETT: What the hell are you doing here?
* ETT flips on the the lights and Johny Detroit stands up from the couch he was apparently resting on, straightening his plaid suit and adjusting the rings that adorn 6 of his fingers. *
Johnny Detroit: Is that any way to treat an old friend?
ETT: I'll give you until the count of ten to get your lousy, no good butt out of my locker room and out of my life forever, or else I'll -
Johnny: You'll do no such thing, buddy. For two reasons. One - remember our mutual friend, Snakes?
* Eric outwardly winces at the mention of Snakes, an old "associate" from back in Detroit whose specialty was procuring for people those medications that doctors would not prescribe. *
Johnny: Yeah, that's right. He's cut you off. I'm taking his place as your new supplier. Don't give me that look - Snakes and me had a long conversation about your new hobby of popping pain pills ever since Pennylane made a ladder and Torture sandwich outta ya.
* Eric has nothing to say to that, so he says nothing. *
Johnny: Besides, is that anyway to talk to your new manager? That's the second thing. You gotta get ready, because good ol' Johnny wrangled you up a potential shot at Marcus Airborn's X-Force Title. And I'll be expecting a top-notch performance from you!
* Eric slumps down on the weight bench, white as a sheet and puts his face in his hands. Johnny walks and puffs once on his cigar. *
Johnny: So what's it gonna be, buddy - do we have an arrangement?
ETT: Do I really have a choice, Johnny? It seems no matter what I do, I'm screwed.
Johnny: That's right - and like I always say, at least with me, you know who you're getting screwed by! Now listen, this is how it's going to be...
* Johnny goes on to detail all of his plans with Eric, most of which don't jive with what he explained to Xantaxm. *
ETT: What the hell are you doing here?
* ETT flips on the the lights and Johny Detroit stands up from the couch he was apparently resting on, straightening his plaid suit and adjusting the rings that adorn 6 of his fingers. *
Johnny Detroit: Is that any way to treat an old friend?
ETT: I'll give you until the count of ten to get your lousy, no good butt out of my locker room and out of my life forever, or else I'll -
Johnny: You'll do no such thing, buddy. For two reasons. One - remember our mutual friend, Snakes?
* Eric outwardly winces at the mention of Snakes, an old "associate" from back in Detroit whose specialty was procuring for people those medications that doctors would not prescribe. *
Johnny: Yeah, that's right. He's cut you off. I'm taking his place as your new supplier. Don't give me that look - Snakes and me had a long conversation about your new hobby of popping pain pills ever since Pennylane made a ladder and Torture sandwich outta ya.
* Eric has nothing to say to that, so he says nothing. *
Johnny: Besides, is that anyway to talk to your new manager? That's the second thing. You gotta get ready, because good ol' Johnny wrangled you up a potential shot at Marcus Airborn's X-Force Title. And I'll be expecting a top-notch performance from you!
* Eric slumps down on the weight bench, white as a sheet and puts his face in his hands. Johnny walks and puffs once on his cigar. *
Johnny: So what's it gonna be, buddy - do we have an arrangement?
ETT: Do I really have a choice, Johnny? It seems no matter what I do, I'm screwed.
Johnny: That's right - and like I always say, at least with me, you know who you're getting screwed by! Now listen, this is how it's going to be...
* Johnny goes on to detail all of his plans with Eric, most of which don't jive with what he explained to Xantaxm. *