Post by Nick Victory on Jul 4, 2008 2:58:07 GMT -3
The ROF World champion, the Professor of Excellence, Nick Victory and his assistant, Ms. Lovechild enter the Dew Drop in. They definetely look out of place as they sit at the bar...
BARTENDER: What can I get ya?
VICTORY: The lady will have a cosmopolitan. And I will have a long island ice tea
The bartender just stands there with a blank expression
VICTORY: (sighs) Two beers please
BARTENDER: You got it
MS. LOVECHILD: What are we doing here, Mr. Victory?
VICTORY: We're meeting someone
MS. LOVECHILD: Meeting? I didn't schedule any meetings for today. And I certainly wouldn't have scheduled it here
VICTORY: I set this meeting up.(smiles) I am capable of picking up a phone you know
The bartender brings the champ and Ms. Lovechild thier beers...
VICTORY: Thanks, What do I owe ya?
BARTENDER: $4.50
The Professor drops a 50 dollar bill on the bar...
VICTORY: There you go. Keep the change
BARTENDER: Wow! Thanks buddy
MS. LOVECHILD: Mr. Victory? Who on earth are we suppose to meet here?
At that time the thunderous rumble of a Harley Davidson Fatboy can be heard throughout the entire bar...
VICTORY: I believe that's him right now
Just then a massively muscled, bald man, in a black tank top and blue jeans and sunglasses walks through the door. One of the patrons at the bar recognizes the powerfully built stranger...
PATRON: Holy shit! I know you
The big man turns and shoots a look at the guy. The patron stops talking and stands up...
PATRON: Sorry. I'll show myself out
The muscular mystery man walks up to the champ. He takes off his sunglasses and shakes his head...
VICTORY: Vandal
VANDAL: Victory. Been a long time. As a matter of fact, the last time I saw you, you hit me in the face with a lead pipe.
VICTORY: Yeah... About that. You know it was nothing personal right? I was paid a buttload of money by Scar to do that.
VANDAL: Forget it. You hit like a girl anyway. So what's so damn important that I have to come out to a shithole like this?
Before the champ can answer the bartender comes up to Vandal...
BARTENDER: What can I get ya buddy?
VANDAL: About damn time. I'll take a shot of Jack
The bartender gives Vandal the same blank expression...
VANDAL: NOW!!
BARTENDER: Uh... Yes sir! Right away sir
VANDAL: Now. You were saying?
VICTORY: Let me introduce you to my assistant, Ms. Lovechild.
MS. LOVECHILD: A pleasure to meet you Mr.... Vandal?
VANDAL: Just call me Vandal babe. Damn, Nick. The older you get, the younger your assistants get.
VICTORY: Funny. She's actually the reason I called you
MS. LOVECHILD: I am?!
VICTORY: Yes... You are
The Professor brushes back Ms. Lovechild's hair so Vandal can see the affects of Kimona's vicious attack on her...
VANDAL: Damn. What happened?
VICTORY: Well. I don't know if you know what I'm up to nowadays..?
VANDAL: Yeah. I own a t.v. With cable and everything
VICTORY: Well as you know then, I have a title defense against Alfonzo Sharpe monday. He's put together this group he calls the "Dynasty". These jerks crossed the line the other day.
VANDAL: THEY did this to her?
VICTORY: Not all of them. Do you remember Kimona Wannalaya?
VANDAL: How could I forget Kimona Wannatossyersalad? I was on antibiotics for two weeks because of her.
VICTORY and MS.LOVECHILD: Yuk
VICTORY: Anyway. She's running with Sharpe now. And she's the one that jumped Ms. Lovechild. But I wouldn't put it past any of those assholes to try it again.
VANDAL: What does any of this have to do with me?
VICTORY: I need someone to watch out for her. Somebody to protect her when I'm not around. Somebody who can take care of business when the shit hits the fan.
VANDAL: (laughing hard) And you want me to play bodygaurd for your little girlfriend here?! Why should I do you any favors man?! I don't even like you!
VICTORY: It's not a favor. It's a business opportunity. You agree to do this and you will get a contract with the ROF. I've already worked it out with Michael Cameron.
VANDAL: I already have a job.
VICTORY: Oh yeah. That's right. The OWF. Tell me, how high did thier last check bounce?
VANDAL: You're a funny man.
VICTORY: Listen to me. You do this, and sign on with ROF? You're going to get huge paydays. Mr. Cameron has a TON of money. And he likes to spend it. And there's title opportunities. You get in to this battle royal monday night and win? And you'll get a shot at the world title. When was the last time you worked on national television?
VANDAL: It's been awhile
VICTORY: You do this and you'll be on t.v. every week. And then there's pay per views every month. This is a perfect opportunity for you to remind the world what a monster Vandal is.
VANDAL: Alright, alright. Jesus! Enough already... You got yourself a deal
VICTORY: Fantastic!
Victory extends his hand to Vandal. Vandal takes it but yanks the champ in close to him...
VANDAL: You just dug yourself a hole you can't climb out of. Because when this is all said and done? I'm comin' for your world title
Victory smiles and nods...
VICTORY: I'm counting on it
Vandal puts his sunglasses back on and walks out of the bar
(end)
BARTENDER: What can I get ya?
VICTORY: The lady will have a cosmopolitan. And I will have a long island ice tea
The bartender just stands there with a blank expression
VICTORY: (sighs) Two beers please
BARTENDER: You got it
MS. LOVECHILD: What are we doing here, Mr. Victory?
VICTORY: We're meeting someone
MS. LOVECHILD: Meeting? I didn't schedule any meetings for today. And I certainly wouldn't have scheduled it here
VICTORY: I set this meeting up.(smiles) I am capable of picking up a phone you know
The bartender brings the champ and Ms. Lovechild thier beers...
VICTORY: Thanks, What do I owe ya?
BARTENDER: $4.50
The Professor drops a 50 dollar bill on the bar...
VICTORY: There you go. Keep the change
BARTENDER: Wow! Thanks buddy
MS. LOVECHILD: Mr. Victory? Who on earth are we suppose to meet here?
At that time the thunderous rumble of a Harley Davidson Fatboy can be heard throughout the entire bar...
VICTORY: I believe that's him right now
Just then a massively muscled, bald man, in a black tank top and blue jeans and sunglasses walks through the door. One of the patrons at the bar recognizes the powerfully built stranger...
PATRON: Holy shit! I know you
The big man turns and shoots a look at the guy. The patron stops talking and stands up...
PATRON: Sorry. I'll show myself out
The muscular mystery man walks up to the champ. He takes off his sunglasses and shakes his head...
VICTORY: Vandal
VANDAL: Victory. Been a long time. As a matter of fact, the last time I saw you, you hit me in the face with a lead pipe.
VICTORY: Yeah... About that. You know it was nothing personal right? I was paid a buttload of money by Scar to do that.
VANDAL: Forget it. You hit like a girl anyway. So what's so damn important that I have to come out to a shithole like this?
Before the champ can answer the bartender comes up to Vandal...
BARTENDER: What can I get ya buddy?
VANDAL: About damn time. I'll take a shot of Jack
The bartender gives Vandal the same blank expression...
VANDAL: NOW!!
BARTENDER: Uh... Yes sir! Right away sir
VANDAL: Now. You were saying?
VICTORY: Let me introduce you to my assistant, Ms. Lovechild.
MS. LOVECHILD: A pleasure to meet you Mr.... Vandal?
VANDAL: Just call me Vandal babe. Damn, Nick. The older you get, the younger your assistants get.
VICTORY: Funny. She's actually the reason I called you
MS. LOVECHILD: I am?!
VICTORY: Yes... You are
The Professor brushes back Ms. Lovechild's hair so Vandal can see the affects of Kimona's vicious attack on her...
VANDAL: Damn. What happened?
VICTORY: Well. I don't know if you know what I'm up to nowadays..?
VANDAL: Yeah. I own a t.v. With cable and everything
VICTORY: Well as you know then, I have a title defense against Alfonzo Sharpe monday. He's put together this group he calls the "Dynasty". These jerks crossed the line the other day.
VANDAL: THEY did this to her?
VICTORY: Not all of them. Do you remember Kimona Wannalaya?
VANDAL: How could I forget Kimona Wannatossyersalad? I was on antibiotics for two weeks because of her.
VICTORY and MS.LOVECHILD: Yuk
VICTORY: Anyway. She's running with Sharpe now. And she's the one that jumped Ms. Lovechild. But I wouldn't put it past any of those assholes to try it again.
VANDAL: What does any of this have to do with me?
VICTORY: I need someone to watch out for her. Somebody to protect her when I'm not around. Somebody who can take care of business when the shit hits the fan.
VANDAL: (laughing hard) And you want me to play bodygaurd for your little girlfriend here?! Why should I do you any favors man?! I don't even like you!
VICTORY: It's not a favor. It's a business opportunity. You agree to do this and you will get a contract with the ROF. I've already worked it out with Michael Cameron.
VANDAL: I already have a job.
VICTORY: Oh yeah. That's right. The OWF. Tell me, how high did thier last check bounce?
VANDAL: You're a funny man.
VICTORY: Listen to me. You do this, and sign on with ROF? You're going to get huge paydays. Mr. Cameron has a TON of money. And he likes to spend it. And there's title opportunities. You get in to this battle royal monday night and win? And you'll get a shot at the world title. When was the last time you worked on national television?
VANDAL: It's been awhile
VICTORY: You do this and you'll be on t.v. every week. And then there's pay per views every month. This is a perfect opportunity for you to remind the world what a monster Vandal is.
VANDAL: Alright, alright. Jesus! Enough already... You got yourself a deal
VICTORY: Fantastic!
Victory extends his hand to Vandal. Vandal takes it but yanks the champ in close to him...
VANDAL: You just dug yourself a hole you can't climb out of. Because when this is all said and done? I'm comin' for your world title
Victory smiles and nods...
VICTORY: I'm counting on it
Vandal puts his sunglasses back on and walks out of the bar
(end)