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Post by North T. Gunderson on Jan 15, 2006 0:24:27 GMT -5
[Lights up, Tommy Deathrow sitting in the airport lounge. 5 empty plastic whiskey glasses sit in front of him]
Tommy Deathrow: I don’t know why I’m bothering with this watered down…
[Tempest’s hand comes onto screen, filling him up from a silver hip flask]
Thunder: I don’t either. You something Deathrow, you’re not an easy man to find. But we’ve got connections, as Mr Dick Kiebech found out.
TD: Yah, I kinda wondered how you got your buddy here back at ringside. What do you two want?
Thunder: We’ve got a match together on Monday. Storm & The Doomriders vs. the Decapiwussies & Delivery Pukes.
TD: Uh-huh
Thunder: We just wanna make sure we’re all on the same page. You and your boy Billy are freaks. We like hurting people, but you’re nuts. We respect that.
TD: Ya, what’s your point?
Thunder: So here’s our plan, take it or leave it. The four of us go in there, hurt some people real bad, and go get drunk. Think it over. We’ll see you on Monday.
[Storm get up and start to walk away.]
Thunder: Oh and keep the flask, from the looks of this place you cpuld use it.
[Lights down]
Tommy Deathrow used with permission
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