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Post by Spazz on Jun 11, 2008 15:29:26 GMT -5
The machine thumped as Brandon Dubaine's coke dropped from the vending machine. He popped the top from the bottle and hadn't taken two steps down the hall when he came upon Lino polishing off the United States Title.
Brandon: Nice to see you're taking good care of MY title. Well, don't get too much more comfortable with it. He sat down on the table opposite Lino Cause it'll be mine again real soon.
Lino: Funny, I remember you saying that a good number of months ago.
Brandon growled. Not liking to be reminded of his previous failed attempt to get the title off the bigger man.
Brandon: Have you seen the Collision card by chance?
[Tag]
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Post by AJ Riles on Jun 11, 2008 15:47:15 GMT -5
Lino sighs, scratching furiously at one spot that just doesn't seem to want to come off. "As a matter of fact, unfortunately, yes, I have. It's you and me against Scott and Evan. But, see, I've held tag title gold before, so I know I'm perfectly capable of holding my own. What about you, hmm?" Lino asks, smirking.
He then scowls, still scraping at the one spot, before throwing the cloth aside with a frustrated growl.
(Tag.)
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Post by Spazz on Jun 11, 2008 15:52:26 GMT -5
Brandon: I was punked out before I was able to really see any major tag team action. But I'm confident I'll be able to hold my own, I didn't become the first United States Champion by being a sloutch in the ring. Speaking of which, when am I going to get my rematch?
[Tag]
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Post by AJ Riles on Jun 11, 2008 15:57:37 GMT -5
"Bigger boys have tried their hand against me, you know. They've all been taught not to take me lightly, and most have fallen. So, I'll tell you what. We beat the Lunatic Fringe, you pick the show, I'll give you the match, but I pick the stipulations. Sound good?" Lino asks, staring at his title belt. He stands and walks over to the cloth he tossed aside before plopping down in his seat and scratching furiously at the spot once again.
"Damn it, come out, you fricking spot!"
(Tag.)
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Post by Spazz on Jun 11, 2008 16:07:56 GMT -5
Brandon contemplated the deal for few moments before taking a big gulp of his drink.
Brandon: You got a deal, big man. Go ahead and start drawing up those stipulations, cause Scott and Evan ain't worth shit.
Brandon tossed his drink bottle in the trash and went off to hit the treadmill
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