Post by plague on Aug 17, 2012 12:18:24 GMT -6
After a pretty convincing comeback, asserting his dominance after all this time. It looks as if Plague just fell flat on his face at the last Oracle. Things were going swimmingly with Crew midgets all coming out. Obviously they were all not original members as some were lost in the great Stable Wars pay per view in FHW. But suitable replacements were found. Things didn't really go to plan at all in the end but a quite satisfactory conclusion occurred.
What the fuck happened?... I nearly got my head stoved in and you think it's funny?... For God's sake amigo I could have done with some proper help out there like... Stop laughing... Ah piss off Saggy ass!
Plague takes his iPhone from his ear and presses the red button on the screen cutting off the other caller.
I'll make him laugh if he wants the twat face.
He reaches for his arm cradling a severely bruised and swollen elbow joint that was damaged from the concrete in the bowels of the arena during the brawl with Vigilante.
Vigilante and man who lives up to his name, an unlawful fellow who takes it upon himself to brutally attack and unarmed man out of nowhere. A man trying to exact his own kind of justice on innocent people. A man Plague has took an instant dislike to.
He punches a few numbers into the phone and hits dial. A few seconds pass and he's back on the warpath.
Oi! How can you put me in a match with them hooligans?... Did you not see footage?... Shut up I'm talking, they were rhetorical questions you moron. It's not as if I don't want to be in the match. I'd love to get my hands on them. But why aren't the titles on the line?... My contract? What about it?... Well if that's the game you're going to play, according to my contract I'm supposed to be wrestling at the pay per view. Not on free TV.
The anger intensifies in his face as he paces up and down his hotel room. Reaching for the television remote he turns down the replay of oracle he's been watching.
Look I'm watching it now. I'm not happy about what I am seeing and I want it sorting out or things are going to get worse for Odyssey Wrestling and I'm not talking about involving my solicitor. The Crew will be taking things to another level and you know your history and you'll have seen the tapes. Hell You Tube it for all I care but take not that I have warned you
Ending the call and locking his phone, he throws it onto the bed.
The man is in a rage and looking for revenge. But he doesn't just want to beat Damage and Vigilante now in a honorable match to see who the better men are. He wants to hurt them, take a limb and hit it with a barrage of attacks and slowly but surely tease into an ungodly position and savor the crack and pop of ligaments and bones. Not only that he wants to hit their pride and take the gold too. He is deeply unhappy that such legends as the U.K. Crew, renowned stable, kings of tag team wrestling, The Chosen Ones couldn't even be afforded the respect of Vigilante and Damage putting the belts on the line. He feels disrespected as if they have spat in his face, spat in the face of every citizen of the United Kingdom and spat in the face of every wrestling fan around the world.
Turning his attention to his bag he starts packing his gear away making sure his passport is at hand. He reaches up and grabs his wallet and throws that into his bag also. Zipping his bag up and then taking a bottle of water out of the mini bar he gets up grabbing his phone off the bed and throwing his bag over his shoulder. Plague grabs the key card from the bedside cabinet and exits the hotel room.
Shutting the door the phone goes up to the ear once more.
Hey Fruit I can't get hold of Stu-E, we've got a match and I don't know where he's staying.
Well that's the thing boss. He went for medical attention after you knocked him out and I've lost him. His phone seems to be off and I can't get hold of him either.
Look I'm on my way out of the hotel now I'll try later to get hold of him but I'm flying back today for a quick relax before Monday. I've spoke to Tumbler but he just keeps laughing at me, I might just take that sledgehammer he had and shove it up arse.
I'm pretty sure you'd be laughing at him if roles were reversed dude. Plus I'm pretty sure you have when he's took a beating. Do you not remember the prank wars you's two had at one point?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Anyways I'll be there in a few hours I'll give you a ring once I land and you can come pick me up.
A couple more words are exchanged before they say goodbye and hang up. Jumping into a taxi cab the phone is back to his ear.
Hi princess... yeah Daddy will be home tonight are you going to stay up late to wait for me?...
The reunion the wrestling world thought would never happen has come to fruition. They are back to there old tricks and it looks like they haven't skipped a beat. But the arguing looks a bit more intense and not as friendly as before. They are all a bit older now, a bit more mature with business interests and more complex personal lives than when they were all fresh faced rookies in the business. It remains to be seen if they can actually recapture the magic of the old days. but I guess time will tell.
What the fuck happened?... I nearly got my head stoved in and you think it's funny?... For God's sake amigo I could have done with some proper help out there like... Stop laughing... Ah piss off Saggy ass!
Plague takes his iPhone from his ear and presses the red button on the screen cutting off the other caller.
I'll make him laugh if he wants the twat face.
He reaches for his arm cradling a severely bruised and swollen elbow joint that was damaged from the concrete in the bowels of the arena during the brawl with Vigilante.
Vigilante and man who lives up to his name, an unlawful fellow who takes it upon himself to brutally attack and unarmed man out of nowhere. A man trying to exact his own kind of justice on innocent people. A man Plague has took an instant dislike to.
He punches a few numbers into the phone and hits dial. A few seconds pass and he's back on the warpath.
Oi! How can you put me in a match with them hooligans?... Did you not see footage?... Shut up I'm talking, they were rhetorical questions you moron. It's not as if I don't want to be in the match. I'd love to get my hands on them. But why aren't the titles on the line?... My contract? What about it?... Well if that's the game you're going to play, according to my contract I'm supposed to be wrestling at the pay per view. Not on free TV.
The anger intensifies in his face as he paces up and down his hotel room. Reaching for the television remote he turns down the replay of oracle he's been watching.
Look I'm watching it now. I'm not happy about what I am seeing and I want it sorting out or things are going to get worse for Odyssey Wrestling and I'm not talking about involving my solicitor. The Crew will be taking things to another level and you know your history and you'll have seen the tapes. Hell You Tube it for all I care but take not that I have warned you
Ending the call and locking his phone, he throws it onto the bed.
The man is in a rage and looking for revenge. But he doesn't just want to beat Damage and Vigilante now in a honorable match to see who the better men are. He wants to hurt them, take a limb and hit it with a barrage of attacks and slowly but surely tease into an ungodly position and savor the crack and pop of ligaments and bones. Not only that he wants to hit their pride and take the gold too. He is deeply unhappy that such legends as the U.K. Crew, renowned stable, kings of tag team wrestling, The Chosen Ones couldn't even be afforded the respect of Vigilante and Damage putting the belts on the line. He feels disrespected as if they have spat in his face, spat in the face of every citizen of the United Kingdom and spat in the face of every wrestling fan around the world.
Turning his attention to his bag he starts packing his gear away making sure his passport is at hand. He reaches up and grabs his wallet and throws that into his bag also. Zipping his bag up and then taking a bottle of water out of the mini bar he gets up grabbing his phone off the bed and throwing his bag over his shoulder. Plague grabs the key card from the bedside cabinet and exits the hotel room.
Shutting the door the phone goes up to the ear once more.
Hey Fruit I can't get hold of Stu-E, we've got a match and I don't know where he's staying.
Well that's the thing boss. He went for medical attention after you knocked him out and I've lost him. His phone seems to be off and I can't get hold of him either.
Look I'm on my way out of the hotel now I'll try later to get hold of him but I'm flying back today for a quick relax before Monday. I've spoke to Tumbler but he just keeps laughing at me, I might just take that sledgehammer he had and shove it up arse.
I'm pretty sure you'd be laughing at him if roles were reversed dude. Plus I'm pretty sure you have when he's took a beating. Do you not remember the prank wars you's two had at one point?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Anyways I'll be there in a few hours I'll give you a ring once I land and you can come pick me up.
A couple more words are exchanged before they say goodbye and hang up. Jumping into a taxi cab the phone is back to his ear.
Hi princess... yeah Daddy will be home tonight are you going to stay up late to wait for me?...
The reunion the wrestling world thought would never happen has come to fruition. They are back to there old tricks and it looks like they haven't skipped a beat. But the arguing looks a bit more intense and not as friendly as before. They are all a bit older now, a bit more mature with business interests and more complex personal lives than when they were all fresh faced rookies in the business. It remains to be seen if they can actually recapture the magic of the old days. but I guess time will tell.