Post by Whitey Ford on May 5, 2009 9:42:44 GMT -4
::Whitey Ford is sitting inside his locker room, staring at the TV set. This isn't even very notable, except for the fact its not turned on, but Ford seems to be watching intently. Suddenly, the door bursts open, and in runs The Freak, holding his forehead with one hand.::
The Freak: This shit has got to stop!
Whitey Ford: Fuck that. I love the night channel. You never know when something is going to happen.
::The Freak pauses, noticing the TV only shows a black screen...then just nods.::
The Freak: Yeah, yeah, but I weren't talking about that! I was talking about me, and how I keep running into glass doors!
Whitey Ford: So stop doing it.
The Freak: I can't, I see something through the glass and forget that...y'know, theirs glass there, so I just walk forward and BAM!
Whitey Ford: So walk around with your hands out like your a mummy or a zombie. Besides, we have to focus on our PPV match.
::The Freak goes to nod in agreement, but stops short, cocking his head curiously.::
The Freak: PPV match?
Whitey Ford: Yeah. That Kevynn Kash prick, Kerry Karson, and Connor O'Shea. I have to fight them.
The Freak: I hate to break it to you, buddy, but you already lost that match. You tried for a double springboard senton to the outside and landed on the ring barrier. You hit your head pretty good...you were out for about ten minutes.
::Whitey doesn't seem to recall this event, and keeps staring at the television. The Freak sighs and grabs the remote from the counter, pressing the on button. A snarling tiger comes onto screen; apparantly it was left on the Discovery channel. Whitey lets out a cry of surprise, falling backwards in his chair.::
Whitey Ford: JEEZUS! I TOLD YOU ANYTHING COULD HAPPEN!
::Ford rolls to his feet and sprints down the hallway, The Freak calling after him.::
The Freak: But we should really talk about your match against AJ this week at Anarchy!
The Freak: This shit has got to stop!
Whitey Ford: Fuck that. I love the night channel. You never know when something is going to happen.
::The Freak pauses, noticing the TV only shows a black screen...then just nods.::
The Freak: Yeah, yeah, but I weren't talking about that! I was talking about me, and how I keep running into glass doors!
Whitey Ford: So stop doing it.
The Freak: I can't, I see something through the glass and forget that...y'know, theirs glass there, so I just walk forward and BAM!
Whitey Ford: So walk around with your hands out like your a mummy or a zombie. Besides, we have to focus on our PPV match.
::The Freak goes to nod in agreement, but stops short, cocking his head curiously.::
The Freak: PPV match?
Whitey Ford: Yeah. That Kevynn Kash prick, Kerry Karson, and Connor O'Shea. I have to fight them.
The Freak: I hate to break it to you, buddy, but you already lost that match. You tried for a double springboard senton to the outside and landed on the ring barrier. You hit your head pretty good...you were out for about ten minutes.
::Whitey doesn't seem to recall this event, and keeps staring at the television. The Freak sighs and grabs the remote from the counter, pressing the on button. A snarling tiger comes onto screen; apparantly it was left on the Discovery channel. Whitey lets out a cry of surprise, falling backwards in his chair.::
Whitey Ford: JEEZUS! I TOLD YOU ANYTHING COULD HAPPEN!
::Ford rolls to his feet and sprints down the hallway, The Freak calling after him.::
The Freak: But we should really talk about your match against AJ this week at Anarchy!