Post by Prez Shay on Jan 19, 2008 1:12:19 GMT 10
Knock, knock.
The AWOTron flares to life slowly, and the sound of the door knock is audible long before the crowd is given access to the vision of Prez Shay standing at a doorway. The door, clearly marked 'broom closet' has been taken to with a permament marker - with 'Spaz' written elegantly beneath the 'broom closet' sign. There is a moment of of noise from the other side, culminating in a large crash, before finally Spaz answers the door. His foot is in a bucket, and a mop is resting on his head, giving him a comical wig of sorts. Prez Shay raises an eyebrow.
Prez Shay: "Spaz... what are you doing?"
Spaz: "I'm just tidying up in here."
Prez Shay: "You know this is not your locker room, right?"
Spaz: "Yeah, but you didn't give me one so I have to make do I guess."
Spaz hits the mop away from his head and kicks the bucket off his foot.
Prez Shay: "Yes... we did. It's right next to Scruffy Dog's. I told you that several times when you first got here."
Spaz looks embarrassed.
Spaz: "Ah... yes..."
Prez Shay: "Anyway, that's not what I'm here for. I'm here to talk to you about your match... or rather... discuss the ending with you."
Spaz raises an eyebrow of his own, looking suspicious.
Spaz: "Go on..."
Prez Shay: "You see, it seems Bond isn't as confident in facing you as I'd hoped from a member of Ego Trip. It seems, in fact, that he's gone into hiding somewhat. And when he is around, he won't leave Maverick's side."
Spaz: "Heh, loser."
Prez Shay: "Yes well... I just wanted to make it clear to you why you're here. Or rather, make sure you know exactly what your purpose is in being here, and fighting Bond, for the ULF Championship. You see, a lot of people are saying that Bond is not a worthy champion. And that's where you come in. When Bond beats you... and I think we both realise that he MUST beat you... people will see differently."
Spaz: "Well yeah, when Bond beats me he'll definetly get the respect he so rightfully deserves."
Spaz says this with a completely straight face, and only bursts out laughing about five seconds after finishing the sentence. Prez Shay holds up a hand to stop him.
Prez Shay: "I don't think I'm making myself clear Spaz. Bond WILL beat you... do you understand me? And if he doesn't... unpleasant things will occur."
Spaz: "Hold on a minute... you're actually threatening me?"
Prez Shay: "Well let me put it this way. I run this federation. Everyone here does exactly what I tell them. One wrong move from you could get a lot of people very unhappy with you, very fast. When you have the kind of power I do, people will do anything just to stay in your good books."
Just as he says this, Ice Rock walks past. Prez Shay turns to him and smiles.
Prez Shay: "Ice Rock. Come here for a minute."
Ice Rock: "Fuck off Shay."
Ice Rock continues and disappears around a corner. Prez Shay frowns with despair and turns back to Spaz, who's now smiling widely at Shay. Shay backs away from the door.
Prez Shay: "Yes... well... carry on then."
Prez Shay hurriedly walks away as the AWOTron fades to black.
The AWOTron flares to life slowly, and the sound of the door knock is audible long before the crowd is given access to the vision of Prez Shay standing at a doorway. The door, clearly marked 'broom closet' has been taken to with a permament marker - with 'Spaz' written elegantly beneath the 'broom closet' sign. There is a moment of of noise from the other side, culminating in a large crash, before finally Spaz answers the door. His foot is in a bucket, and a mop is resting on his head, giving him a comical wig of sorts. Prez Shay raises an eyebrow.
Prez Shay: "Spaz... what are you doing?"
Spaz: "I'm just tidying up in here."
Prez Shay: "You know this is not your locker room, right?"
Spaz: "Yeah, but you didn't give me one so I have to make do I guess."
Spaz hits the mop away from his head and kicks the bucket off his foot.
Prez Shay: "Yes... we did. It's right next to Scruffy Dog's. I told you that several times when you first got here."
Spaz looks embarrassed.
Spaz: "Ah... yes..."
Prez Shay: "Anyway, that's not what I'm here for. I'm here to talk to you about your match... or rather... discuss the ending with you."
Spaz raises an eyebrow of his own, looking suspicious.
Spaz: "Go on..."
Prez Shay: "You see, it seems Bond isn't as confident in facing you as I'd hoped from a member of Ego Trip. It seems, in fact, that he's gone into hiding somewhat. And when he is around, he won't leave Maverick's side."
Spaz: "Heh, loser."
Prez Shay: "Yes well... I just wanted to make it clear to you why you're here. Or rather, make sure you know exactly what your purpose is in being here, and fighting Bond, for the ULF Championship. You see, a lot of people are saying that Bond is not a worthy champion. And that's where you come in. When Bond beats you... and I think we both realise that he MUST beat you... people will see differently."
Spaz: "Well yeah, when Bond beats me he'll definetly get the respect he so rightfully deserves."
Spaz says this with a completely straight face, and only bursts out laughing about five seconds after finishing the sentence. Prez Shay holds up a hand to stop him.
Prez Shay: "I don't think I'm making myself clear Spaz. Bond WILL beat you... do you understand me? And if he doesn't... unpleasant things will occur."
Spaz: "Hold on a minute... you're actually threatening me?"
Prez Shay: "Well let me put it this way. I run this federation. Everyone here does exactly what I tell them. One wrong move from you could get a lot of people very unhappy with you, very fast. When you have the kind of power I do, people will do anything just to stay in your good books."
Just as he says this, Ice Rock walks past. Prez Shay turns to him and smiles.
Prez Shay: "Ice Rock. Come here for a minute."
Ice Rock: "Fuck off Shay."
Ice Rock continues and disappears around a corner. Prez Shay frowns with despair and turns back to Spaz, who's now smiling widely at Shay. Shay backs away from the door.
Prez Shay: "Yes... well... carry on then."
Prez Shay hurriedly walks away as the AWOTron fades to black.