Post by Yeh Ren on Jul 26, 2008 2:28:15 GMT -5
☼Yeh Ren limps down the corridors of the IWF locker room. People eye him with suspicion and caution, as he is covered in blood. He crosses paths with Chris Sonnier☼
Sonnier: Yeh Ren!
Yeh Ren: Hey, Sonnier.
Sonnier: You…
Yeh Ren: Me? Oh. An interview. Yeah, I haven’t been interviewed in IWF yet, have I? Ok, fair enough. Shoot.
Sonnier: I…
☼Sonnier looks Yeh Ren up and down, not knowing what to say☼
Yeh Ren: I mean, I assume you’ve got questions about me being the referee in the TV title match coming up. If I can call it fair or not.
Sonnier: Uh…sure?
Yeh Ren: Glad you asked. I’ve been mulling it over in my head. How can I call this match down the middle? I mean, John Gone is…well, you know what he is. I don’t care about Johnny London one way or the other. But I’d pick him over John Gone any day of the week. So what’s a man to do? And then I came to a decision.
Sonnier: Did-did you?
Yeh Ren: I’m not going to call it down the middle. I’ll do one better. I’ll treat everybody in the match the way they deserve. Johnny London, reigning champion. John Gone, violent sociopath. Both guys I’ll treat the way they deserve to be treated. Now tell me, Chris, what could be more fair than that?
Sonnier: I…guess?
Yeh Ren: And while we’re on the subject of John Gone, I have an announcement to make regarding the Battle of Britain match. See, Gone has been adamant in not telling me…
☼He lowers his head, his entire body tensing up. After a few seconds he regains his composure☼
Yeh Ren: He hasn’t been telling me where Kagrra is. So I’m proposing a stipulation. If I beat him, he tells me where she is. He can add whatever stipulation he wants to the match for if he wins, whatever it takes. But that’s what I want. Now, if you’ll excuse me, unless there’s anything else?
Sonnier: Actually…
Yeh Ren: Hm?
☼Sonnier looks Yeh Ren up and down again☼
Sonnier: Yeh Ren, you’re covered in blood.
Yeh Ren: Oh.
☼He pats Sonnier on the shoulder☼
Yeh Ren: Don’t worry. It’s not mine.
☼Yeh Ren limps off screen. Almost in a daze, Sonnier stares wide eyed in the direction Yeh Ren went☼
Sonnier: Yeh Ren!
Yeh Ren: Hey, Sonnier.
Sonnier: You…
Yeh Ren: Me? Oh. An interview. Yeah, I haven’t been interviewed in IWF yet, have I? Ok, fair enough. Shoot.
Sonnier: I…
☼Sonnier looks Yeh Ren up and down, not knowing what to say☼
Yeh Ren: I mean, I assume you’ve got questions about me being the referee in the TV title match coming up. If I can call it fair or not.
Sonnier: Uh…sure?
Yeh Ren: Glad you asked. I’ve been mulling it over in my head. How can I call this match down the middle? I mean, John Gone is…well, you know what he is. I don’t care about Johnny London one way or the other. But I’d pick him over John Gone any day of the week. So what’s a man to do? And then I came to a decision.
Sonnier: Did-did you?
Yeh Ren: I’m not going to call it down the middle. I’ll do one better. I’ll treat everybody in the match the way they deserve. Johnny London, reigning champion. John Gone, violent sociopath. Both guys I’ll treat the way they deserve to be treated. Now tell me, Chris, what could be more fair than that?
Sonnier: I…guess?
Yeh Ren: And while we’re on the subject of John Gone, I have an announcement to make regarding the Battle of Britain match. See, Gone has been adamant in not telling me…
☼He lowers his head, his entire body tensing up. After a few seconds he regains his composure☼
Yeh Ren: He hasn’t been telling me where Kagrra is. So I’m proposing a stipulation. If I beat him, he tells me where she is. He can add whatever stipulation he wants to the match for if he wins, whatever it takes. But that’s what I want. Now, if you’ll excuse me, unless there’s anything else?
Sonnier: Actually…
Yeh Ren: Hm?
☼Sonnier looks Yeh Ren up and down again☼
Sonnier: Yeh Ren, you’re covered in blood.
Yeh Ren: Oh.
☼He pats Sonnier on the shoulder☼
Yeh Ren: Don’t worry. It’s not mine.
☼Yeh Ren limps off screen. Almost in a daze, Sonnier stares wide eyed in the direction Yeh Ren went☼
