Post by ryzuko on Oct 19, 2009 21:33:03 GMT -6
“What the bloody ‘ell is this!”
My voice echoed loud in my locker room as I tossed my bag to the ground. I had a paper clasped in my other hand. The posting for new matches was written on it. The fact that I wasn’t even on it was causing just a fraction of my anger right now.
“What’s your problem?”
I shot a glance over at my friend again. He was sitting casually on a chair. It was cocked back so that it was balancing perfectly on its back legs. The balance he used almost seemed unreal since he wasn’t putting any effort into it. It seemed more unreal when you factor in that he was dressed in a black suit.
“How can you sit there and ask me what’s my problem?! Did you not see this?”
I tossed the paper at him. It gently landed in his lap but he seemed almost disgusted by it touching him as he flicked the page off letting it fall to the ground.
“Yes…I did. Thank you for sharing.”
“Then you should know why I’m pissed off!”
“Is this because you don’t have a match yet?”
I clenched my fist. I was starting to get just a little pissed off about his laid back attitude. I know HE doesn’t have a problem in the world. But I’m not so fortunate.
“It’s not just that! Don’t be so damn foolish!”
He just smirked a bit. God I wanted to just slap him for being so damn arrogant. He knew why I had to be pissed.
“Oh…Then I guess this is about your sister…”
“Bloody right it is! She has to deal with two matches! One with three little tarts and another with that slag Chris Jericho! What in the bloody ‘ell is our general manager thinking putting my baby sister in that bloody match! And what the hell are YOU doing sitting on your ass letting it happen?! If a Burchill has to face Jericho, then it should be me! You’re supposed to be my damn manager! You’re supposed to get me damn matches! So why the bloody ‘ell is my sister facing Jericho and not me!?”
I marched right up and into his face but the man didn’t move an inch. He continued leaning back and giving me that smirk of his…
“What can I say? You’re sister seems to be eager to get into the ring with Jericho at any available opportunity. Maybe she secretly has a crush on him?”
That was it! I reached out and grabbed the man by the collar of his expensive shirt before pulling him up to his feet. Even with me in his face, he still held that smirk. He knew I wouldn’t…no couldn’t harm him. For one…we had an arrangement. And two…there was a knock at my locker room door.
“We’ll talk about this again…later…”
I let him go and walked to the door before I was tempted to slug him one, deal or no. I could hear him chuckling slightly as he fixed his shirt. By this time I slung open the door to my locker room.
“Yeah what do you want…”
I didn’t even notice who it was. At the time I didn’t even care…
\\ TBC: Anyone //
My voice echoed loud in my locker room as I tossed my bag to the ground. I had a paper clasped in my other hand. The posting for new matches was written on it. The fact that I wasn’t even on it was causing just a fraction of my anger right now.
“What’s your problem?”
I shot a glance over at my friend again. He was sitting casually on a chair. It was cocked back so that it was balancing perfectly on its back legs. The balance he used almost seemed unreal since he wasn’t putting any effort into it. It seemed more unreal when you factor in that he was dressed in a black suit.
“How can you sit there and ask me what’s my problem?! Did you not see this?”
I tossed the paper at him. It gently landed in his lap but he seemed almost disgusted by it touching him as he flicked the page off letting it fall to the ground.
“Yes…I did. Thank you for sharing.”
“Then you should know why I’m pissed off!”
“Is this because you don’t have a match yet?”
I clenched my fist. I was starting to get just a little pissed off about his laid back attitude. I know HE doesn’t have a problem in the world. But I’m not so fortunate.
“It’s not just that! Don’t be so damn foolish!”
He just smirked a bit. God I wanted to just slap him for being so damn arrogant. He knew why I had to be pissed.
“Oh…Then I guess this is about your sister…”
“Bloody right it is! She has to deal with two matches! One with three little tarts and another with that slag Chris Jericho! What in the bloody ‘ell is our general manager thinking putting my baby sister in that bloody match! And what the hell are YOU doing sitting on your ass letting it happen?! If a Burchill has to face Jericho, then it should be me! You’re supposed to be my damn manager! You’re supposed to get me damn matches! So why the bloody ‘ell is my sister facing Jericho and not me!?”
I marched right up and into his face but the man didn’t move an inch. He continued leaning back and giving me that smirk of his…
“What can I say? You’re sister seems to be eager to get into the ring with Jericho at any available opportunity. Maybe she secretly has a crush on him?”
That was it! I reached out and grabbed the man by the collar of his expensive shirt before pulling him up to his feet. Even with me in his face, he still held that smirk. He knew I wouldn’t…no couldn’t harm him. For one…we had an arrangement. And two…there was a knock at my locker room door.
“We’ll talk about this again…later…”
I let him go and walked to the door before I was tempted to slug him one, deal or no. I could hear him chuckling slightly as he fixed his shirt. By this time I slung open the door to my locker room.
“Yeah what do you want…”
I didn’t even notice who it was. At the time I didn’t even care…
\\ TBC: Anyone //