Post by donzig on Apr 17, 2008 10:04:15 GMT -5
Donzig looked down at his watch, frowning at it. Then he looked back, his dark gaze dragging across the restaurant around him. Then he took a drink of his beer, shaking his head at the glass before he looked up to see a vaguely familiar looking man before him. It sort of looked like that guy from some show, or was it Hugh Laurie, or was it Triple H?
Who knew.
"Hello, I am Jimmy Raven! How's it going?"
Donzig scowled. "Listen buddy, your message told me to be here on Monday April 17th! April 17th is a Thursday, you know that kind of shoddy messaging could cost someone their job or money!"
Raven blinked, sitting down. "Really? You should have read my message, all the information was in there."
Donzig sipped at his beer, fingers drumming against the table. "Your message said Monday, April 17th! April 17th is a Thursday, which means the information was wrong!"
Raven shrugged. "Not my fault, you must not have read my message."
Donzig took a deep breath, shaking his head as he leaned back. "Look, I am in the market for a manager and I need someone with a valid manager's license to stand at ringside. What do you have for me?"
"Well, I could definitely do it, but have things going on this weekend so I may not make it! Movies to watch, beer to drink, have the kids and all! But I could probably hook it up!" Raven smiled serenely, and Donzig lowered his beer.
"That sounds not so definite."
Raven frowned. "What? Listen, I don't need your crap, I will take my stuff and go home! You're a goddamned ingrate!"
Donzig lowered his beer, tilting his head. "You better be wearing a bluetooth, motherfucker. Because you are about to get savagely beaten."
"Calm down, calm down, this is just a game! You need to chill out, Real life comes first, even though my old friend Dustin Dross all said you can't just be expected to be handed the CWA Title you have to earn it backstage all the time." Raven said, holding up his hands.
Donzig arched a brow, finishing his beer. "Okay, listen what do you have? My time is limited."
Raven smiled, standing up. "If you hire me? You also gain the services of Raven Inc., also known as the Crock, the Player's Club, or some other name I made up that makes little sense."
Donzig nodded, smiling. "Now that sounds interesting, let's go meet them."
Who knew.
"Hello, I am Jimmy Raven! How's it going?"
Donzig scowled. "Listen buddy, your message told me to be here on Monday April 17th! April 17th is a Thursday, you know that kind of shoddy messaging could cost someone their job or money!"
Raven blinked, sitting down. "Really? You should have read my message, all the information was in there."
Donzig sipped at his beer, fingers drumming against the table. "Your message said Monday, April 17th! April 17th is a Thursday, which means the information was wrong!"
Raven shrugged. "Not my fault, you must not have read my message."
Donzig took a deep breath, shaking his head as he leaned back. "Look, I am in the market for a manager and I need someone with a valid manager's license to stand at ringside. What do you have for me?"
"Well, I could definitely do it, but have things going on this weekend so I may not make it! Movies to watch, beer to drink, have the kids and all! But I could probably hook it up!" Raven smiled serenely, and Donzig lowered his beer.
"That sounds not so definite."
Raven frowned. "What? Listen, I don't need your crap, I will take my stuff and go home! You're a goddamned ingrate!"
Donzig lowered his beer, tilting his head. "You better be wearing a bluetooth, motherfucker. Because you are about to get savagely beaten."
"Calm down, calm down, this is just a game! You need to chill out, Real life comes first, even though my old friend Dustin Dross all said you can't just be expected to be handed the CWA Title you have to earn it backstage all the time." Raven said, holding up his hands.
Donzig arched a brow, finishing his beer. "Okay, listen what do you have? My time is limited."
Raven smiled, standing up. "If you hire me? You also gain the services of Raven Inc., also known as the Crock, the Player's Club, or some other name I made up that makes little sense."
Donzig nodded, smiling. "Now that sounds interesting, let's go meet them."