Post by donzig on Apr 17, 2008 11:18:02 GMT -5
Jimmy Raven nudged the door open, and spread his arms wide. "Welcome to the Raven's Roost!"
Donzig stepped in behind him, frowning as he looked around. He shrugged, the door closed. Raven motioned him onward, and inside the room were scattered a number of plush couches. The kind that reminded one of a strip club. Raven rubbed his hands together, then gestured grandly.
"That is a legend of wrestling, Lazy Bill!" Bill who looked oddly like Gene Snitsky looked up, shrugging before he returned to browsing ebay on his laptop. Raven shrugged as Donzig grunted, and then Raven motioned to another man.
"This is the one and only Mac Hassle!" Mac Hassle who was wearing what looked like eyeliner, an Obama shirt, and was reading Communist Manifesto drew an immediate scowl from Donzig.
Hassle leapt to his feet. "Donzig, I may not agree with all of you have done! But I defend to the death your right to do it! You should be able to say anything you want!"
Donzig snapped his fingers, then pointed at Hassle. "I'm glad you feel that way, because I think you hate democracy! In fact, I think you are a communist!"
Hassle gaped, then sniffled. "He attacked me! He attacked me!"
Raven patted Hassle on the shoulder, shrugging to Donzig. The American Destroyer shrugged back. "Evidentially, the man dying for my freedom of speech has incredibly thin skin."
"He's attacking me again! I just try to see all sides of the issue, and I will not defend that! I will not defend my position, that I claim to support!" Hassle yelled, and Raven nodded.
"Motherfuckers! I was outbid!" yelled Lazy Bill, snapping at his computer. "I blame Croc! Is it time for Maury?"
Donzig shook his head, and Hassle yelled again. "See! See! He just attacked me!"
Donzig blinked, frowning. "I didn't say anything!"
"It was still an attack!"
Donzig drew aside Raven, jerking a thumb at Hassle. "Let's be honest, what does this guy do?"
Raven thought for a moment, then shrugged. "Accuse people of being hypocrites when they can't hear, and try to defend his indefensible positions. Oh, and he's a great yes man!"
Donzig nodded, then looked towards Lazy Bill. "And him?"
"Bitch, bitch, and play elaborate pranks, and bitch?" Raven answered.
Donzig scowled. "I hate pranks, but I hear he does good work. And I always enjoy some bitching!"
Lazy Bill threw a thumbs up, then screamed at the TV. "It's not your fucking baby, man! It's just not! Ah! Some fucker from Australia just outbid me, damn you, Croc!"
Donzig stared, shaking his head to turn around and find himself face to face with a well cut athletic man wearing shades and a furcoat surrounded by a small knot of people. "What the fuck?"
"I'm Chris Eveningstar, the greatest wrestler in the world!"
"Because you never stick around long enough to wrestle a match." quipped Lazy Bill, before he screamed again. "Motherfuckers!"
Eveningstar shrugged, weaving from side to side as he stroked his coat. "I can not be in a company where an idiot plays mind games with me!"
Donzig arched a brow. "If he is an idiot, how is he playing mind games with you?"
Hassle jumped in. "He doesn't need to defend his position! Quit attacking him."
Donzig shook his head, fingers rubbing at the bridge of his nose. A sure sign that he was getting a headache, then he shrugged. "Yeah, okay, so what is your plan, Raven."
"Okay, so on Thursday, April 20th at the Pay Per View!"
Donzig held up a hand, frowning. "The pay per view is on a Sunday."
"God! Quit questioning me! I know what I am doing, I swear I will take this whole thing down and just go home, and you will learn about real life, man!" Raven yelled.
Donzig sighed.
"Anyhow, I will have Eveningstar run into the match, right? And he will pull down the belt from the top of the ladder!"
Donzig sighed again, then looked around before he turned to Raven confused. "Where did he go?"
"Who?"
"Eveningstar?" Roared Donzig.
"He does that shit all the time, he'll be back next week demanding something." said Bill, still typing away. "Hey, you need a plasma screen?"
Donzig shook his head, looking back to Raven. Raven continued, nodding to himself. "So then? The title will be vacant, and we can put it on get this? Lolin Jarrell."
"Who?" asked Donzig, quite baffled. Raven meanwhile had pulled out what looked like a Jonas Lee afro wig and put it on his head. he thumbs upped himself, and looked quite happy. Donzig grunted, then started for the door. "Wow. Yeah. I might be in touch, I have a meeting with a group called the Experience."
Donzig stepped into the hall, slamming the door shut behind him. And the voice of Hassle rang out behind him. "What a hypocrite, did you see that guy attack me?"
Donzig stepped in behind him, frowning as he looked around. He shrugged, the door closed. Raven motioned him onward, and inside the room were scattered a number of plush couches. The kind that reminded one of a strip club. Raven rubbed his hands together, then gestured grandly.
"That is a legend of wrestling, Lazy Bill!" Bill who looked oddly like Gene Snitsky looked up, shrugging before he returned to browsing ebay on his laptop. Raven shrugged as Donzig grunted, and then Raven motioned to another man.
"This is the one and only Mac Hassle!" Mac Hassle who was wearing what looked like eyeliner, an Obama shirt, and was reading Communist Manifesto drew an immediate scowl from Donzig.
Hassle leapt to his feet. "Donzig, I may not agree with all of you have done! But I defend to the death your right to do it! You should be able to say anything you want!"
Donzig snapped his fingers, then pointed at Hassle. "I'm glad you feel that way, because I think you hate democracy! In fact, I think you are a communist!"
Hassle gaped, then sniffled. "He attacked me! He attacked me!"
Raven patted Hassle on the shoulder, shrugging to Donzig. The American Destroyer shrugged back. "Evidentially, the man dying for my freedom of speech has incredibly thin skin."
"He's attacking me again! I just try to see all sides of the issue, and I will not defend that! I will not defend my position, that I claim to support!" Hassle yelled, and Raven nodded.
"Motherfuckers! I was outbid!" yelled Lazy Bill, snapping at his computer. "I blame Croc! Is it time for Maury?"
Donzig shook his head, and Hassle yelled again. "See! See! He just attacked me!"
Donzig blinked, frowning. "I didn't say anything!"
"It was still an attack!"
Donzig drew aside Raven, jerking a thumb at Hassle. "Let's be honest, what does this guy do?"
Raven thought for a moment, then shrugged. "Accuse people of being hypocrites when they can't hear, and try to defend his indefensible positions. Oh, and he's a great yes man!"
Donzig nodded, then looked towards Lazy Bill. "And him?"
"Bitch, bitch, and play elaborate pranks, and bitch?" Raven answered.
Donzig scowled. "I hate pranks, but I hear he does good work. And I always enjoy some bitching!"
Lazy Bill threw a thumbs up, then screamed at the TV. "It's not your fucking baby, man! It's just not! Ah! Some fucker from Australia just outbid me, damn you, Croc!"
Donzig stared, shaking his head to turn around and find himself face to face with a well cut athletic man wearing shades and a furcoat surrounded by a small knot of people. "What the fuck?"
"I'm Chris Eveningstar, the greatest wrestler in the world!"
"Because you never stick around long enough to wrestle a match." quipped Lazy Bill, before he screamed again. "Motherfuckers!"
Eveningstar shrugged, weaving from side to side as he stroked his coat. "I can not be in a company where an idiot plays mind games with me!"
Donzig arched a brow. "If he is an idiot, how is he playing mind games with you?"
Hassle jumped in. "He doesn't need to defend his position! Quit attacking him."
Donzig shook his head, fingers rubbing at the bridge of his nose. A sure sign that he was getting a headache, then he shrugged. "Yeah, okay, so what is your plan, Raven."
"Okay, so on Thursday, April 20th at the Pay Per View!"
Donzig held up a hand, frowning. "The pay per view is on a Sunday."
"God! Quit questioning me! I know what I am doing, I swear I will take this whole thing down and just go home, and you will learn about real life, man!" Raven yelled.
Donzig sighed.
"Anyhow, I will have Eveningstar run into the match, right? And he will pull down the belt from the top of the ladder!"
Donzig sighed again, then looked around before he turned to Raven confused. "Where did he go?"
"Who?"
"Eveningstar?" Roared Donzig.
"He does that shit all the time, he'll be back next week demanding something." said Bill, still typing away. "Hey, you need a plasma screen?"
Donzig shook his head, looking back to Raven. Raven continued, nodding to himself. "So then? The title will be vacant, and we can put it on get this? Lolin Jarrell."
"Who?" asked Donzig, quite baffled. Raven meanwhile had pulled out what looked like a Jonas Lee afro wig and put it on his head. he thumbs upped himself, and looked quite happy. Donzig grunted, then started for the door. "Wow. Yeah. I might be in touch, I have a meeting with a group called the Experience."
Donzig stepped into the hall, slamming the door shut behind him. And the voice of Hassle rang out behind him. "What a hypocrite, did you see that guy attack me?"