Post by Jack Manson on Jan 10, 2009 7:39:03 GMT -6
::We open up in the street outside a lavish club. A queue of people are eagerly waiting to be allowed access to this big celebrity hang-out. You gotta be showing something special to get into this place, most of these randomers won’t get a chance to step inside and experience the neon party palace. A group of people are just getting turned away by the two big gorilla’s in tuxedo’s when a sleek, black limo pulls in round the corner. Seemingly out of nowhere the paparazzi appear on the side walk, mingling with the crowd who look on. Camera’s begin to flash as some of the more eager of the paparazzi get right up to the tinted out windows, trying to capture a glimpse of the occupant inside.
They scurry back as the limo pulls up to the curb and comes to a halt, right near the entrance of the club. More flashes as the driver gets out and walks the length of the car to the rear door. He opens the door and a out steps Davey Ortega, lavishly dressed in a pinstripe Armarni suit. The camera’s flash ever more as he steps onto the curb, a big grin on his face. Stepping out right behind him is his general manager James Preston, also dressed rather smartly, except he has an awkward smile on his face like his pants don’t fit him properly. He gives a wave to the crowd but nobody seems to notice him. Six gorgeous women then step out the limo one by one.
Two of them walk over to Davey and link his arms, two walk over to Preston and he holds his hands out as both women take hold as Davey looks on. The other two woman stand out on pavement, smiling and holding hands as Jack Manson finally steps out into the neon lit street. He smiles arrogantly as the driver shuts the door behind him. Manson steps onto the path and walks on, both girls now linking his arms. All nine of them walk straight past the tuxedo gorilla’s and past the queuing customers::
[green]JP: This… Is the life.[/green]
::Davey and his girls enter the club first, followed by Preston and his. Manson is about to enter when his cell phone rings, he reaches in his jacket pocket and grabs his phone::
[red]JM: Yo, Tony, what’s up?[/red]
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[red]JM: Ah come on you’ve given up the party lifestyle remember, you wouldn’t have enjoyed tonight, it’s too loud for you.[/red]
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[red]JM: No I’m not saying you’re old, I’m just taking into consideration your high blood pressure, that’s all.[/red]
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[red]JM: No there’s no girls with us, it’s just me, Ortega, and Preston. Few quiet drinks that’s all, don’t worry.[/red]
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[red]JM: Yes, bright and early, first thing. Okay, see ya.[/red]
::Manson hangs up and places his cell back in his pocket, he motions for the girls to come with him::
[red]JM: Ladies, shall we?[/red]
::The three of them enter the club and immediately one of the staff members there approaches them. She informs Manson of the secluded area that’s been reserved for his party and proceeds to lead them to the others. Davey is sat between his girls, along with Preston between his. Manson sits down on the rounded leather sofa. A waitress walks over holding a platter with jug of numerous cocktails and shots on it. She smiles as she places the drinks on the table and Preston immediately jumps in and downs two shots. Ortega looks on in disgust as his general manager makes a fool of himself::
[red]JM: Take it easy Preston, the night’s still young.[/red]
[green]JP: I know, I’m just making sure I’ll enjoy the night.[/green]
[red]JM: Well don’t get so drunk that you do something stupid.[/red]
[green]JP: Like what?[/green]
::Preston downs another shot and immediately takes a swig of a purple concoction in one of the jugs::
[blue]DO: Like being so “drunk” you suffer a defeat to Joe Everyman and Scotty Callaway, just like those peons Dirty Deal did.[/blue]
[green]JP: Noted, but I plan on actually being drunk, and not pretending.[/green]
::Manson chuckles, mainly at the thought of Dirty Deal’s pathetic excuse. Manson reaches over and picks up two shot glasses, he hands one to Davey, Preston grabs another and so do all the women with them. Manson raises his shot::
[red]JM: To the return of Jack Monsoon and Davey Oregano.[/red]
::The all cheer and down their shots::
[red]JM: I think we may have some new nicknames Davey.[/red]
[blue]DO: It’s a possibility. Seems Dirty Deal can do nothing but make a play on our names in their promo’s. Little things occupy little minds I suppose.[/blue]
[red]JM: It’s a talent, not an important one, but a talent none the less. Something’s gotta make up for their lack of wrestling talent, and I suppose name-calling is it.[/red]
[blue]DO: Sounds plausible. I still see no evidence of a brain cell between them. They just flap their gums and hope what comes out makes them sound funny.[/blue]
[green]JP: I know, what the hell is up with those jack asses anyways? I mean… I dunno what I mean, but I know they’re jack asses! All three of them![/green]
::Manson and Davey both look at each other and sigh::
[red]JM: Taxi for Preston haha.[/red]
[blue]DO: Idiot… [/blue]
::The merriment continues as the party drink into the night. Preston is asleep, his head resting on one his ladies lap, whilst his feet are up on the other::
[blue]DO: Jessica, Veronica, I am sorry. Preston has never been able to handle his drink, I think he was just nervous about having two beautiful women like you accompany him out in public.[/blue]
::The girls smile as they ease themselves up from the sofa, trying not to disturb a sleeping Preston. They say their goodbye’s and head off::
[red]JM: I can’t believe he fell asleep. How long have we been here now?[/red]
[blue]DO: Four hours. I knew it was a bad idea letting him come out with us tonight.[/blue]
[red]JM: Hah forget about it, it’s all just a bit of fun really.[/red]
[blue]DO: Yeah I guess you’re right.[/blue]
[red]JM: Of course I am. Just like I’m right about the outcome of the match on Sunday.[/red]
[blue]DO: Now that I’m certain about. The Upper Echelon, top of the tag division, holding the tag title belts. We’ll join the ranks of nCw’s most successful tag teams like The Brothers Holland, and Smokin’ Aces.[/blue]
[red]JM: Couldn’t agree more. Our time to shine is now, and nobody, especially Dirty Deal, Echoes of Freedom, N.A.Z.I, and Redneck Renegades are going to stop us.[/red]
[blue]DO: I just can’t get over how arrogant and cocky some of these idiots really are, take Dirty Deal for instance, they’ve been here a few weeks now, accomplished nothing and already they think they’re top dogs of the tag division. Within three to four weeks of arriving here you were nCw’s first ever National champion and I was in the final of the Road to the Gold tournament fighting Lance Ryan for the World title. We aren‘t some fly-by-night bull ****ters. I honestly think they have no idea what or who they‘re going up against this Sunday. They claim they‘ve already shaken the board, and erased any existence of us… Erm what? What exactly have they done to erase any existence of us?[/blue]
[red]JM: Typical thing to do though isn’t it. You don’t wanna come to a new place, especially nCw, and be timid an shy about things. Dirty Deal talk the talk, but they’ve yet to prove themselves here no matter what they accomplished in XHF or what ever the dump they crawled from is called. Let them try and play their little mind games and make jokes. When push comes to shove it’ll be Upper Echelon standing tall on Sunday. All I’ve heard from the teams that have showed up is what number they’ll come out at in the match. Who gives a ****? I hope we are the first team in the ring, we’ve got the stamina and the ability to outlast those idiots tenfold, and then some. It’s dirty tactics, have the other teams wear each other out and then come out last and pick up the easy win. Everyone needs to realise that when we are involved, it’s never going to be an easy match, never.[/red]
[blue]DO: The more intelligent members of nCw know this.[/blue]
[red]JM: So what took you so long to cut a promo anyways man?[/red]
[blue]DO: No reason really, I could have threw one out earlier but I wanted to see what our opponents had to say for themselves.[/blue]
[red]JM: Haha, so it wasn’t because Cletus and Jon mentioned your name then?[/red]
[blue]DO: Pfft don’t insult me, What those two say about me, or you, is of no concern. Like you said, they’re all talk anyways. We’ll shut them up in the ring on Sunday.[/blue]
[red]JM: I’ll drink to that![/red]
::They pick up another shot each and down them together, slamming the glasses back down on the table. The noise causes Preston to stir, but he settles back down::
[red]JM: Whoops, we almost woke the baby.[/red]
[blue]DO: I know, we should get him home soon, damn it’s like we’re his babysitters or something![/blue]
[red]JM: Leave him here then, he’s a big boy I’m sure he’ll get home… Eventually.[/red]
[blue]DO: Now that’s a plan.[/blue]
[red]JM: That’s something we should suggest Dirty Deal do once they’re forced to retire from the ring after we’ve ruined their careers, take up baby sitting?[/red]
[blue]DO: I wouldn’t trust those imbeciles with a child for as long as I live, and I’m sure any self respecting parent wouldn’t either.[/blue]
[red]JM: True, sorry, I’m trying to be witty and clever, like them two, but I just don’t have the talent for it.[/red]
::Both of them laugh heartily as more drinks are brought over::
[red]JM: But seriously, Curtis, Ron, it is not us making empty threats and promises we can’t keep. I’m sure you both have had a good career so far, won a few titles, kicked some ass here and there, thought about stepping it up a notch and came to nCw. Well this is our playground. Your adequate career so far stops here, on Sunday, by The Upper Echelon. And that is a fact that you can’t erase or shake off the board. I know you’ll come out and say it’s yet another empty threat yadda yadda ya, and probably make a play on our names again. Original. The only way we can convince you that we mean business is by doing what we do best, and that’s taking arrogant bitches like you two down a peg. We’ll send you packing to the lower tiers of nCw where people like Vertigo Dirtmurder and Joe Everyman wander aimlessly, remembering what it was like to be a somebody in nCw. So enjoy Sunday whilst you can, because it’s the only high profile match you’re going to be in for those tag titles whilst we are holding them.[/red]
[blue]DO: Is there even any reason addressing the other teams in this match? Seems like Dirty Deal are the only ones actually dedicated to the match. So far we’ve heard nothing from N.A.Z.I or Redneck Renegades, and all Echoes of Freedom did was make us watch them eat food.[/blue]
[red]JM: I know, I watched it, tried to find some kind of hidden message in it, and then decided I hated Joe Everyman for making me waste five minutes of my life watching that crap. Did they even mention the match at all?[/red]
[blue]DO: I can’t remember, I was too busy admiring Joe’s fork work because that was the only decent thing in the promo. Joe has good table manners.[/blue]
[red]JM: Well whatever he has, it’s not great. We may as well make a quick mention of the other teams, don’t wanna waste precious promo time do we?[/red]
[blue]DO: I guess you’re right. Echoes of Freedom if you actually show up on Sunday don’t set yourselves up for a happy ending because you’re walking away empty handed. You may as well concede defeat now and stay at home and watch some real fighters in action, you could learn a thing or two.[/blue]
[red]JM: N.A.Z.I, rewind the promo and listen to what Ortega just said about Echoes of Freedom, just replace their name with yours.
Redneck Renegades, what happened guys? You were the team my partner here actually thought would be a threat, you let him down, and you let me down. I was hoping you would come out guns blazing, take offence to my inbred jokes and swear to the trailer park god you worship that you will take me out and win the titles. I guess I was wrong. There’s still time for you to change that though, I hope you do. You could prove to be the dark horses of the competition and actually go on to win the titles. The chance is slim, but it’s there. You don’t wanna let your extended family down do you? They’ll all be there, crammed into the sardine tin you call home, watching the portable and cheering you both on. How they have cable I don’t know, guess something’s are best left to the imagination. Don’t let little Billy Bob Joe down, for the love of god, he needs somebody to look up to, let it be you two.[/red]
[blue]DO: Don’t give little Billy Bob Joe false hope Jack, these two aren’t going to be the heroes he needs. He needs someone like The Upper Echelon to look up to, in fact, because we are nice guys, I’m gonna send little Billy some free gifts, a few shirts, stickers, maybe a drinks flask. All fully endorsed by nCw mind, it won’t be the fake stuff you find in your mum’s flea market. I’ll hand them over to you guys at the end of the match since I don’t think he has a fixed address, and the post won’t know where “The Slums” is.[/blue]
[red]JM: That’s what I like about you Davey, you’re always giving. Like a modern day Robin Hood. Come on, let’s get outta here, I need some fresh air and these ladies need a ride, literally haha.[/red]
::They down the last few shots on the table before heading off out the club, leaving Preston alone. The limo is there waiting for them outside as the driver opens the door. Everyone enters and soon they are off::
Next Day
::As promised, Jack is up bright and early, slight hang over but nothing some fresh air and exercise won’t fix. He’s already down in his private gym, doing the rounds. Tony walks in, still angry he wasn’t invited out last night::
[teal]OT: And what time did you get in last night?[/teal]
[red]JM: About three in the morning, I think?[/red]
[teal]OT: It was half four, actually.[/teal]
[red]JM: You don’t even live here, how do you know I got in that late?[/red]
[teal]OT: That isn’t important. Just less of the party nights if I’m not invited. I need you in tip top condition for Sunday.[/teal]
[red]JM: Relax I’m fine. Never felt better actually. Come on, find me a sparring partner.[/red]
Scene ends.
They scurry back as the limo pulls up to the curb and comes to a halt, right near the entrance of the club. More flashes as the driver gets out and walks the length of the car to the rear door. He opens the door and a out steps Davey Ortega, lavishly dressed in a pinstripe Armarni suit. The camera’s flash ever more as he steps onto the curb, a big grin on his face. Stepping out right behind him is his general manager James Preston, also dressed rather smartly, except he has an awkward smile on his face like his pants don’t fit him properly. He gives a wave to the crowd but nobody seems to notice him. Six gorgeous women then step out the limo one by one.
Two of them walk over to Davey and link his arms, two walk over to Preston and he holds his hands out as both women take hold as Davey looks on. The other two woman stand out on pavement, smiling and holding hands as Jack Manson finally steps out into the neon lit street. He smiles arrogantly as the driver shuts the door behind him. Manson steps onto the path and walks on, both girls now linking his arms. All nine of them walk straight past the tuxedo gorilla’s and past the queuing customers::
[green]JP: This… Is the life.[/green]
::Davey and his girls enter the club first, followed by Preston and his. Manson is about to enter when his cell phone rings, he reaches in his jacket pocket and grabs his phone::
[red]JM: Yo, Tony, what’s up?[/red]
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[red]JM: Ah come on you’ve given up the party lifestyle remember, you wouldn’t have enjoyed tonight, it’s too loud for you.[/red]
…
[red]JM: No I’m not saying you’re old, I’m just taking into consideration your high blood pressure, that’s all.[/red]
…
[red]JM: No there’s no girls with us, it’s just me, Ortega, and Preston. Few quiet drinks that’s all, don’t worry.[/red]
…
[red]JM: Yes, bright and early, first thing. Okay, see ya.[/red]
::Manson hangs up and places his cell back in his pocket, he motions for the girls to come with him::
[red]JM: Ladies, shall we?[/red]
::The three of them enter the club and immediately one of the staff members there approaches them. She informs Manson of the secluded area that’s been reserved for his party and proceeds to lead them to the others. Davey is sat between his girls, along with Preston between his. Manson sits down on the rounded leather sofa. A waitress walks over holding a platter with jug of numerous cocktails and shots on it. She smiles as she places the drinks on the table and Preston immediately jumps in and downs two shots. Ortega looks on in disgust as his general manager makes a fool of himself::
[red]JM: Take it easy Preston, the night’s still young.[/red]
[green]JP: I know, I’m just making sure I’ll enjoy the night.[/green]
[red]JM: Well don’t get so drunk that you do something stupid.[/red]
[green]JP: Like what?[/green]
::Preston downs another shot and immediately takes a swig of a purple concoction in one of the jugs::
[blue]DO: Like being so “drunk” you suffer a defeat to Joe Everyman and Scotty Callaway, just like those peons Dirty Deal did.[/blue]
[green]JP: Noted, but I plan on actually being drunk, and not pretending.[/green]
::Manson chuckles, mainly at the thought of Dirty Deal’s pathetic excuse. Manson reaches over and picks up two shot glasses, he hands one to Davey, Preston grabs another and so do all the women with them. Manson raises his shot::
[red]JM: To the return of Jack Monsoon and Davey Oregano.[/red]
::The all cheer and down their shots::
[red]JM: I think we may have some new nicknames Davey.[/red]
[blue]DO: It’s a possibility. Seems Dirty Deal can do nothing but make a play on our names in their promo’s. Little things occupy little minds I suppose.[/blue]
[red]JM: It’s a talent, not an important one, but a talent none the less. Something’s gotta make up for their lack of wrestling talent, and I suppose name-calling is it.[/red]
[blue]DO: Sounds plausible. I still see no evidence of a brain cell between them. They just flap their gums and hope what comes out makes them sound funny.[/blue]
[green]JP: I know, what the hell is up with those jack asses anyways? I mean… I dunno what I mean, but I know they’re jack asses! All three of them![/green]
::Manson and Davey both look at each other and sigh::
[red]JM: Taxi for Preston haha.[/red]
[blue]DO: Idiot… [/blue]
::The merriment continues as the party drink into the night. Preston is asleep, his head resting on one his ladies lap, whilst his feet are up on the other::
[blue]DO: Jessica, Veronica, I am sorry. Preston has never been able to handle his drink, I think he was just nervous about having two beautiful women like you accompany him out in public.[/blue]
::The girls smile as they ease themselves up from the sofa, trying not to disturb a sleeping Preston. They say their goodbye’s and head off::
[red]JM: I can’t believe he fell asleep. How long have we been here now?[/red]
[blue]DO: Four hours. I knew it was a bad idea letting him come out with us tonight.[/blue]
[red]JM: Hah forget about it, it’s all just a bit of fun really.[/red]
[blue]DO: Yeah I guess you’re right.[/blue]
[red]JM: Of course I am. Just like I’m right about the outcome of the match on Sunday.[/red]
[blue]DO: Now that I’m certain about. The Upper Echelon, top of the tag division, holding the tag title belts. We’ll join the ranks of nCw’s most successful tag teams like The Brothers Holland, and Smokin’ Aces.[/blue]
[red]JM: Couldn’t agree more. Our time to shine is now, and nobody, especially Dirty Deal, Echoes of Freedom, N.A.Z.I, and Redneck Renegades are going to stop us.[/red]
[blue]DO: I just can’t get over how arrogant and cocky some of these idiots really are, take Dirty Deal for instance, they’ve been here a few weeks now, accomplished nothing and already they think they’re top dogs of the tag division. Within three to four weeks of arriving here you were nCw’s first ever National champion and I was in the final of the Road to the Gold tournament fighting Lance Ryan for the World title. We aren‘t some fly-by-night bull ****ters. I honestly think they have no idea what or who they‘re going up against this Sunday. They claim they‘ve already shaken the board, and erased any existence of us… Erm what? What exactly have they done to erase any existence of us?[/blue]
[red]JM: Typical thing to do though isn’t it. You don’t wanna come to a new place, especially nCw, and be timid an shy about things. Dirty Deal talk the talk, but they’ve yet to prove themselves here no matter what they accomplished in XHF or what ever the dump they crawled from is called. Let them try and play their little mind games and make jokes. When push comes to shove it’ll be Upper Echelon standing tall on Sunday. All I’ve heard from the teams that have showed up is what number they’ll come out at in the match. Who gives a ****? I hope we are the first team in the ring, we’ve got the stamina and the ability to outlast those idiots tenfold, and then some. It’s dirty tactics, have the other teams wear each other out and then come out last and pick up the easy win. Everyone needs to realise that when we are involved, it’s never going to be an easy match, never.[/red]
[blue]DO: The more intelligent members of nCw know this.[/blue]
[red]JM: So what took you so long to cut a promo anyways man?[/red]
[blue]DO: No reason really, I could have threw one out earlier but I wanted to see what our opponents had to say for themselves.[/blue]
[red]JM: Haha, so it wasn’t because Cletus and Jon mentioned your name then?[/red]
[blue]DO: Pfft don’t insult me, What those two say about me, or you, is of no concern. Like you said, they’re all talk anyways. We’ll shut them up in the ring on Sunday.[/blue]
[red]JM: I’ll drink to that![/red]
::They pick up another shot each and down them together, slamming the glasses back down on the table. The noise causes Preston to stir, but he settles back down::
[red]JM: Whoops, we almost woke the baby.[/red]
[blue]DO: I know, we should get him home soon, damn it’s like we’re his babysitters or something![/blue]
[red]JM: Leave him here then, he’s a big boy I’m sure he’ll get home… Eventually.[/red]
[blue]DO: Now that’s a plan.[/blue]
[red]JM: That’s something we should suggest Dirty Deal do once they’re forced to retire from the ring after we’ve ruined their careers, take up baby sitting?[/red]
[blue]DO: I wouldn’t trust those imbeciles with a child for as long as I live, and I’m sure any self respecting parent wouldn’t either.[/blue]
[red]JM: True, sorry, I’m trying to be witty and clever, like them two, but I just don’t have the talent for it.[/red]
::Both of them laugh heartily as more drinks are brought over::
[red]JM: But seriously, Curtis, Ron, it is not us making empty threats and promises we can’t keep. I’m sure you both have had a good career so far, won a few titles, kicked some ass here and there, thought about stepping it up a notch and came to nCw. Well this is our playground. Your adequate career so far stops here, on Sunday, by The Upper Echelon. And that is a fact that you can’t erase or shake off the board. I know you’ll come out and say it’s yet another empty threat yadda yadda ya, and probably make a play on our names again. Original. The only way we can convince you that we mean business is by doing what we do best, and that’s taking arrogant bitches like you two down a peg. We’ll send you packing to the lower tiers of nCw where people like Vertigo Dirtmurder and Joe Everyman wander aimlessly, remembering what it was like to be a somebody in nCw. So enjoy Sunday whilst you can, because it’s the only high profile match you’re going to be in for those tag titles whilst we are holding them.[/red]
[blue]DO: Is there even any reason addressing the other teams in this match? Seems like Dirty Deal are the only ones actually dedicated to the match. So far we’ve heard nothing from N.A.Z.I or Redneck Renegades, and all Echoes of Freedom did was make us watch them eat food.[/blue]
[red]JM: I know, I watched it, tried to find some kind of hidden message in it, and then decided I hated Joe Everyman for making me waste five minutes of my life watching that crap. Did they even mention the match at all?[/red]
[blue]DO: I can’t remember, I was too busy admiring Joe’s fork work because that was the only decent thing in the promo. Joe has good table manners.[/blue]
[red]JM: Well whatever he has, it’s not great. We may as well make a quick mention of the other teams, don’t wanna waste precious promo time do we?[/red]
[blue]DO: I guess you’re right. Echoes of Freedom if you actually show up on Sunday don’t set yourselves up for a happy ending because you’re walking away empty handed. You may as well concede defeat now and stay at home and watch some real fighters in action, you could learn a thing or two.[/blue]
[red]JM: N.A.Z.I, rewind the promo and listen to what Ortega just said about Echoes of Freedom, just replace their name with yours.
Redneck Renegades, what happened guys? You were the team my partner here actually thought would be a threat, you let him down, and you let me down. I was hoping you would come out guns blazing, take offence to my inbred jokes and swear to the trailer park god you worship that you will take me out and win the titles. I guess I was wrong. There’s still time for you to change that though, I hope you do. You could prove to be the dark horses of the competition and actually go on to win the titles. The chance is slim, but it’s there. You don’t wanna let your extended family down do you? They’ll all be there, crammed into the sardine tin you call home, watching the portable and cheering you both on. How they have cable I don’t know, guess something’s are best left to the imagination. Don’t let little Billy Bob Joe down, for the love of god, he needs somebody to look up to, let it be you two.[/red]
[blue]DO: Don’t give little Billy Bob Joe false hope Jack, these two aren’t going to be the heroes he needs. He needs someone like The Upper Echelon to look up to, in fact, because we are nice guys, I’m gonna send little Billy some free gifts, a few shirts, stickers, maybe a drinks flask. All fully endorsed by nCw mind, it won’t be the fake stuff you find in your mum’s flea market. I’ll hand them over to you guys at the end of the match since I don’t think he has a fixed address, and the post won’t know where “The Slums” is.[/blue]
[red]JM: That’s what I like about you Davey, you’re always giving. Like a modern day Robin Hood. Come on, let’s get outta here, I need some fresh air and these ladies need a ride, literally haha.[/red]
::They down the last few shots on the table before heading off out the club, leaving Preston alone. The limo is there waiting for them outside as the driver opens the door. Everyone enters and soon they are off::
Next Day
::As promised, Jack is up bright and early, slight hang over but nothing some fresh air and exercise won’t fix. He’s already down in his private gym, doing the rounds. Tony walks in, still angry he wasn’t invited out last night::
[teal]OT: And what time did you get in last night?[/teal]
[red]JM: About three in the morning, I think?[/red]
[teal]OT: It was half four, actually.[/teal]
[red]JM: You don’t even live here, how do you know I got in that late?[/red]
[teal]OT: That isn’t important. Just less of the party nights if I’m not invited. I need you in tip top condition for Sunday.[/teal]
[red]JM: Relax I’m fine. Never felt better actually. Come on, find me a sparring partner.[/red]
Scene ends.