Post by Donzig on Jan 10, 2011 12:35:01 GMT -4
The scene opened to Donzig's office, and he puffed at his cigar. Then he shrugged, rolling his shoulders before he grabbed the phone as it rang. He scowled, sniffing before he spoke. "Yeah, I'm here."
He listened, then snorted. "Listen, Ringmaster, I have the so-called Slam Situation in hand. Don't worry at Resolution I will fucking show the world the power of the Draven Family."
Donzig listened, a brow lifting. "An idea?"
Listened.
"Eighties night? Are you fucking with me?" Donzig stared at the phone, then lifted it back to his ear. "Old school ring barriers? Eighties music entrances? What in the fuck!"
Donzig listened, scowling. "This fucking company didn't even exist in the 80's, old man!"
Donzig listened, then grunted. "Yeah. I will think about it."
The phone was slammed down, and Donzig muttered before he went back to his paperwork. Then Johnny Cash played, and Donzig swore before he grabbed his cell phone. "What?"
He listened. "Are you fucking with me, Timmy? Really? Really, bro, really? Really? You like the 80's night idea!"
Donzig's frown deepened, and he stared at the phone. "Go ahead with it? Are you serious?"
Donzig's eyes widened, and he stared at the phone before he lifted it again. "What do you mean I think you'll have a lot of fun? What do you mean I need to lighten up? Are you fucking high?"
Donzig frowned, nodding. "Fine! Let me ask you this, name one good thing about the 80's!"
He listened, then gave a faint grunt. "Okay, the Reagan Administration was pretty damned awesome. But I am the record as saying this is a bad idea."
Donzig paused, staring at the phone. "What do you mean I am a pessimist? Yeah, later."
Donzig stabbed a finger on the phone, then tossed it down. He shook his head, rising with a roll of his shoulders. "Eighties night, fuck."
He listened, then snorted. "Listen, Ringmaster, I have the so-called Slam Situation in hand. Don't worry at Resolution I will fucking show the world the power of the Draven Family."
Donzig listened, a brow lifting. "An idea?"
Listened.
"Eighties night? Are you fucking with me?" Donzig stared at the phone, then lifted it back to his ear. "Old school ring barriers? Eighties music entrances? What in the fuck!"
Donzig listened, scowling. "This fucking company didn't even exist in the 80's, old man!"
Donzig listened, then grunted. "Yeah. I will think about it."
The phone was slammed down, and Donzig muttered before he went back to his paperwork. Then Johnny Cash played, and Donzig swore before he grabbed his cell phone. "What?"
He listened. "Are you fucking with me, Timmy? Really? Really, bro, really? Really? You like the 80's night idea!"
Donzig's frown deepened, and he stared at the phone. "Go ahead with it? Are you serious?"
Donzig's eyes widened, and he stared at the phone before he lifted it again. "What do you mean I think you'll have a lot of fun? What do you mean I need to lighten up? Are you fucking high?"
Donzig frowned, nodding. "Fine! Let me ask you this, name one good thing about the 80's!"
He listened, then gave a faint grunt. "Okay, the Reagan Administration was pretty damned awesome. But I am the record as saying this is a bad idea."
Donzig paused, staring at the phone. "What do you mean I am a pessimist? Yeah, later."
Donzig stabbed a finger on the phone, then tossed it down. He shook his head, rising with a roll of his shoulders. "Eighties night, fuck."
