Post by The Dynasty on May 12, 2007 13:54:56 GMT -5
The Tampa streets are busy filled with people,going to lunch,coming back from lunch. The bright Florida sun is beating down,a usual Tampa day. Past the courthouse and a few auto repair shops,sits a brick building on the corner of the street. Windows along the side of the building,a small sign hangs above the front door, "The Pit" in bold letters stamped on it. Cars are parked along the side a very familiar Black Range Rover is parked in the very first parking spot.The sound of bodies being slammed onto the mat can be heard through the open windows. Weight machines,and workout equipment are scattered around,a wrestling ring stands in the middle of the room.We see the younger Evan's brother over to the side on one of the squat machines,his once light gray t-shirt now a dark gray from sweat. He does a few more sets and finishes up. Over in the ring the two men are still wrestling,a big buff guy stands outside the ring watching the two in the ring. the sound of a body slamming the mat hard echoes throughout the building.Inside the ring we see the older Evan's brother,standing above whoever it was he was sparring with now layed out on his back from the power Bronx Bomb he just received. The man standing on the side slides into the ring and stands next to Justin.
Lemme tell you something J,If Nero,Ticker or Jake gets a power bomb like that there's no doubt that you will walk out champ.
No..I am gonna walk out NexGen champ.tighten up.
He laughs and bends down standing over his sparring partner,who still has birds flying around his head.
hey yo,my bad Dave .Haha come on get up walk it out.
Justin grabs the guys hands and pulls him up.Still a little wobbly he gets up,he shakes it off and stands up on his own.
That's alright J,I'll get you next time bitch ass.
The two laugh and shake hands and Dave slides out of the ring and walks towards the locker room area.Justin hops over the top rope and jumps off the apron,he walks over to the bench where he has his bag. He grabs his Gatorade bottle and takes a swig,picks up a towel and wipes his mouth and wipes the sweat from his face,arms,chest.His younger brother walks over sipping on his Gatorade.
yo,that was a bad ass power bomb J.That title's as good as yours.
Ha,you don't think i know that.ha, I'm just fucking with you,but seriously it is as good as mine.True story.
He laughs and grabs his phone checking it for any missed calls or anything,it flips it shut and sits down next to his bag. He grabs a a fresh new white t and puts it on.As he pulls the shirt over his head,the front door of the gym swings open. A girl walks in and makes her way towards The Answer. She's a pretty girl,22ish,her brown hair with streaky highlights is pulled up in a messy bun,a tight black t-shirt that reads "Little Miss Drama" and a tight pair of jeans. Just as he pulls his shirt over his head he catches a glimpse of the girl walking towards him. He rolls his eyes as he picks up his bag.
I just got here Justin,where you going?
obviously Stacy,I'm leaving.I don't have time for whatever your about to start,and i really don't feel like hearing it.
What the fuck do you mean you don't have time and don't feel like hearing it.
Exactly that,I got way too much going on to deal with it. I have a title match Monday that I have to prepare for,and i just got shit to do.
I don't wanna fight with you Justin.
Then why are you here,to come "talk" to me.
She nods and walks a little closer to him and wraps her arms around his waist.
Yea,I wanted to talk to you,and I just wanted to see you.I miss you.
He laughs and a little bit and grabs her arms and unwraps them from around him.
We both know you don't just talk,and don't come at me with this I miss you bullshit.
don't you think your deserves to see his parents together.
Don't throw that bullshit at me,you leave him out of this. Don't try and use him as a bargaining chip,just because your latest sugar daddy left.
He grabs his bag and his phone and starts to walks towards the door.
Where are you going Justin?
Why do you care?Plus,I don't have to report to your ass I'm a grown ass man. Stacy just stop,we're done over finished,not happening again. The only interaction me and you are gonna have is when I drop Landon off and when i pick him up.that's it.
There's someone else isn't there?
He bites his lip a little trying to hold back from going off on her.
you know what I'm leaving,I have shit to do,plus i have a big match Monday and i can't be bothered with your fucking bullshit.you know that shirt's right little miss drama.
Fuck yourself Jordan,I hope you fuckin lose anyways.
Oh,that was mature Stacy.
It's Rachel isn't it?
Excuse me?
That's why you came back,that's who you been seeing
heh,I haven't even talked to Rachel since I've been here.
Whatever you want to fuck her though,i know you do.But you know what she doesn't your punk ass,not when she has Szaban.Shit maybe i had it wrong the first time,maybe I shoulda had Szaban instead of you.
Justin clinches his fists,and trys to keep his mouth shut.Stacy stands there with her arms crossed with the "Yea I said it" look on her face.Justin turns around and swings the door opens and storms out.Before the door closes Stacy yells at him.
Rachel doesn't want you.but you know that bitch cant do it like me.
The door slams shut,as she stands there for a second and takes a look around the gym then walks towards the door and leaves.
end.
(ooc:long i know,but tried something new,and yea ending sucked sorry)
