Making a list and checking it twice (Few ment)

[Spazz]

Freaky downed the last little bit of the lagger in the green bottle and sat it on the growing pile beside him. He sighed in satisfaction and leaned back in the armchair he'd dragged back into his little part of the locker room. He flipped the switch on the side and the foot rest popped up.

Freaky- "Yeah. That's the stuff."

He reached beside him and pulled out a notebook and a pen. In the notebook were the names of the current AWF roster. Stars drawn in red marker were beside the names of the current champs and beside Brandon's name was a green star and the word 'ORIGINAL' written along with the name. He scrolled down the paper with the pen and came to the first champion, the Tag Team Champions.

Freaky- "Tag Team Champions, JC and Mikey Malicious. Two gay guys with a superiority complex who think they're top shit. Hmmmm, nah."

He scratched a line through they're names with his pen. He scrolled down more and came to the next champion, the United States Champion.

Freaky- "Lino....Linny. Big guy from flippin' iceberg land. Nah."

He marked his name out too. He scrolled down a little more and came to the last active champion, the Hardcore Champion. Freaky smirked and laughed lowly.

Freaky- "You, sir, have something that belongs to me. That's MY championship."

He drew the letters 'RIP' next to Chaser's name.

Freaky- "Heh. The only thing bad about your flippin' ass was that fart you let in hallway the other day."

At the very bottom of the page he'd written in World Champion. He smirked again and wrote 'Freaky' next to it.

Freaky- "Yeah. The game is set, the pieces are laid, the gauntlet has been tossed. Time to clear the field."

He twisted open another lagger, leaned back in the chair and began to chug it.

(fade)

[Osiris]

??: Stealing my line?

Freaky turns around to see Osiris standing next to the chair.

Osiris: Chaser will rest in peace, but by who is another story altogether. Anyway, I see your marking yourself to be the AWF champion. Let's get two things straight. One, that is only if you can beat CK, and judging by what I saw inside of the Cell at Collision, you can't. Two, even if you did manage to beat CK, you would still have to face off against five other guys, one of them being JC. And if I am given a qualifying match, then me as well. And trust me, you won't beat me. Ever. Now what do you say to that?

(Tag)

[Spazz]

Freaky laughed.

Freaky- "What do I have to say to that? I have this to say."

Freaky smashed one of the lagger bottles over Osiris's head. Taking the big man down.

Freaky- "Let's get a few things straight here. I don't know what cookie-cutter fed you came from, but this ain't it. This is AWF, where the cats are always gone and the mice always play. And as far as you holding the AWF World Title, I don't see it happening. If ANYONE but an AWF original holds that title, it is an insult to it's name."

Freaky grabbed a towel.

Freaky- "Now clean yourself up. You got a show to do and you can't be doing it with Rolling Rock all over your face."

Freaky dropped the towel over Osiris's face and stepped over him.

[Osiris]

Before he could get anywhere else, Osiris grabs his legs and pull back, making Freaky fall forward. Before he could regain himself, Osiris is on top of him, blood dripping down his face and onto Freaky.

Osiris: Here I am trying to play nice, and I get glass in my face.

Osiris licks some of the blood from his face.

Osiris: I wonder what your's tastes like. How about you and I settle things another time? Either inside the Chamber, or a time when neither has a qualifying match before hand? Let's wait and see.

With that, Osiris stands up, and leaves Freaky laying on the ground, thinking about what Osiris said.