Post by The Modern Outlaw on Jul 24, 2007 18:45:01 GMT -5
It's raining outside, the kind of rain that makes even the bravest rodent seek shelter. The incessant downpour makes the melancholy scene inside the The Last Call Bar & Grill that much more dreary. The Call, as it is referred to by its patrons, is a small tavern located on an empty stretch of highway about 50 miles out of L.A. Frequented by bikers, whores, and other unsavory types, it is the perfect environment for everyone's favorite rapscallion, Johnny Kaos.
Inside the beer and blood-stained walls of the Call the mood is on par with the dreadful weather outside. A night like this brings few customers, a fact made obvious by the snoozing bouncer passed out on the pool table. In fact the only signs of life are the voices drifting from inside the bar's only private room. There Johnny, with the always lovely Kori James in tow, can be seen discussing some private manner with the bartender. After a heated exchange the bartender leaves in a huff.
What'd I say? Rufus come back here man I'm
sorry.
You know he gets upset about that. Why do you always bring it up?
I don't know, I was just kidding.
Kori gives him a look, and rolls her eyes. Johnny mumbles something under his breath, probably some cliche about women. Suddenly a hard rapping can be heard emanating from the door. Before anyone can invite the guest in the door swings open. In the doorway the massive, drenched frame of Jason Cane enters the room. The look on his face gives away his somber mood, something to be expected of any man who just buried his wife.
J., man I was beginning to think you wouldn't come. What took you so long?
Jason just flashes Johnny a look, quietly informing him that tonight was not a good night for "the Modern-Day Outlaw's" usual antics. Jason takes a seat at the table, to the squeaking protest of the cheap wooden chair. Immediately, Rufus the bartender bring him a beer and a shot, both of which are immediately drained by the big man. Rufus, obviously accustomed to Jason's voracious thirst dutifully returns to the bar the fetch another. Johnny, staring intently takes a long swig from his beer, his fourth of the night, and chases it with a shot of whiskey. Kori, meanwhile, places her hand on Jason's shoulder and looks at him with immeasurable sympathy. Jason looks up from his second beer and flashes a weak smile. Johnny, who is not very fond of uncomfortable silences, or silence in general, decides it is time to get down to business.
Well, J., I know your in pain, and I feel for you. But you and I both know the best thing to take your mind off of things is to take it all out on some unsuspecting punks. And since Outlaw Inc. is primed and ready to make a comeback I've been studying our "competition".
Johnny stresses this word, even using his hands to motion quotation marks, to show his obvious disdain for the current tag teams in XVI.
Let's start with the best of the best, so to speak, the XVI tag team champions, Jihad and Halo. Now you and me have both had dealings with that Hot Topic-shopping, goth girl-wannabe weirdo Dark Halo. She can be dangerous, for sure, but at least we know what we're dealing with. As for Jihad, I have had no encounters with him but I hear that he's considered somewhat of a legend on the circuit. That's fine, you and me have a history of killing legends, don't we?
Jason gives Johnny a smile, knowing full well what he is talking about. Rufus returns to refill their mugs and shot glasses. Johnny pauses long enough to take another shot of Jack and chase it with his beer.
Now for the rest of this so-called tag team division, I see Pig Vomit, who were little more than jokes in OPW, Serafin, a.k.a Jordan Glass and David Calaz, though we've had no dealing with either I've seen enough of their matches to know they are probably our biggest problem, and the Dynasty, who a virtual unknowns to me, therefore we have no idea what to be prepared for.
Johnny pauses again, taking another drink of beer and lighting a cigarette. Jason and Kori are both listening intently, as Johnny describes what they can expect upon their return to XVI.
Now that brings me to my final team: Warpath, or as we know them Cpl. Punishment and Sah'Ta Thor. It seems Thor has replaced his over sized Undertaker-wannabe with a brainwashed Sgt. Slaughter-wannabe. That's fine, the good corporal is all yours buddy. I just can't wait to get my hands on that sucker-punching bastard Thor. I will make him pay for putting me out of action these last few months. I will make him pay dearly! So that about sums up all the obstacles standing between us and those XVI titles. I have a feeling that business is about to pick up! What about you...?
(OOC: Jason reply only)
Inside the beer and blood-stained walls of the Call the mood is on par with the dreadful weather outside. A night like this brings few customers, a fact made obvious by the snoozing bouncer passed out on the pool table. In fact the only signs of life are the voices drifting from inside the bar's only private room. There Johnny, with the always lovely Kori James in tow, can be seen discussing some private manner with the bartender. After a heated exchange the bartender leaves in a huff.
What'd I say? Rufus come back here man I'm
sorry.
You know he gets upset about that. Why do you always bring it up?
I don't know, I was just kidding.
Kori gives him a look, and rolls her eyes. Johnny mumbles something under his breath, probably some cliche about women. Suddenly a hard rapping can be heard emanating from the door. Before anyone can invite the guest in the door swings open. In the doorway the massive, drenched frame of Jason Cane enters the room. The look on his face gives away his somber mood, something to be expected of any man who just buried his wife.
J., man I was beginning to think you wouldn't come. What took you so long?
Jason just flashes Johnny a look, quietly informing him that tonight was not a good night for "the Modern-Day Outlaw's" usual antics. Jason takes a seat at the table, to the squeaking protest of the cheap wooden chair. Immediately, Rufus the bartender bring him a beer and a shot, both of which are immediately drained by the big man. Rufus, obviously accustomed to Jason's voracious thirst dutifully returns to the bar the fetch another. Johnny, staring intently takes a long swig from his beer, his fourth of the night, and chases it with a shot of whiskey. Kori, meanwhile, places her hand on Jason's shoulder and looks at him with immeasurable sympathy. Jason looks up from his second beer and flashes a weak smile. Johnny, who is not very fond of uncomfortable silences, or silence in general, decides it is time to get down to business.
Well, J., I know your in pain, and I feel for you. But you and I both know the best thing to take your mind off of things is to take it all out on some unsuspecting punks. And since Outlaw Inc. is primed and ready to make a comeback I've been studying our "competition".
Johnny stresses this word, even using his hands to motion quotation marks, to show his obvious disdain for the current tag teams in XVI.
Let's start with the best of the best, so to speak, the XVI tag team champions, Jihad and Halo. Now you and me have both had dealings with that Hot Topic-shopping, goth girl-wannabe weirdo Dark Halo. She can be dangerous, for sure, but at least we know what we're dealing with. As for Jihad, I have had no encounters with him but I hear that he's considered somewhat of a legend on the circuit. That's fine, you and me have a history of killing legends, don't we?
Jason gives Johnny a smile, knowing full well what he is talking about. Rufus returns to refill their mugs and shot glasses. Johnny pauses long enough to take another shot of Jack and chase it with his beer.
Now for the rest of this so-called tag team division, I see Pig Vomit, who were little more than jokes in OPW, Serafin, a.k.a Jordan Glass and David Calaz, though we've had no dealing with either I've seen enough of their matches to know they are probably our biggest problem, and the Dynasty, who a virtual unknowns to me, therefore we have no idea what to be prepared for.
Johnny pauses again, taking another drink of beer and lighting a cigarette. Jason and Kori are both listening intently, as Johnny describes what they can expect upon their return to XVI.
Now that brings me to my final team: Warpath, or as we know them Cpl. Punishment and Sah'Ta Thor. It seems Thor has replaced his over sized Undertaker-wannabe with a brainwashed Sgt. Slaughter-wannabe. That's fine, the good corporal is all yours buddy. I just can't wait to get my hands on that sucker-punching bastard Thor. I will make him pay for putting me out of action these last few months. I will make him pay dearly! So that about sums up all the obstacles standing between us and those XVI titles. I have a feeling that business is about to pick up! What about you...?
(OOC: Jason reply only)
