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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 31 2010, 10:46 PM (87 Views) | |
| StreetShark | Jan 31 2010, 10:46 PM Post #1 |
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OOC: Lots of working this weekend, so it's not my best work! Thursday, January 28th 2010. 1:13am – Shark’s Hotel Room The scene opens up to a bombsite of a hotel room. Empty bottles of beer and champagne litter the floor. Loud music can be heard as several people dance to the tune. Amongst the people are Mike Rolash, Jim Gunt, Chester Taylor, Paul Sharkey and the centre of attention, the newly crowned CWF Paramount Champion, Street Shark. He is drinking sambuca with Rolash and Gunt. Shark: Thanks for coming along guys! Nice to have some support from the commentators! Rolash: Free booze. I wasn’t going to pass up this opportunity! Gunt: (slightly slurred) Unlike him, I am very happy for you! It’s been a long time coming, sir! Shark: Thank you, James! And as far as you’re concerned, Michael, you’re just lucky I like you! Rolash: Oh really? And why might that be? Shark: Because I might have kicked your arse by now, you bastard! Rolash: Fair point. I’ll be over here drinking some more beer. Rolash disappears to the other side of the room and he is replaced by Paul. Paul: You know, I could just kick him up and down the corridor just now if you like! Shark: As tempting as that sounds, we’ll leave him alone for now. Just wait til he’s passed out and we’ll let Gunt draw on his face. What say you, Jimbob? There is no reply. Shark glances to the spot where Jim Gunt’s head once was, to find it is no longer there. Seconds later, he is spotted. He is sprawled on the sofa out for the count, sambuca glass on the floor. Shark and Paul laugh and turn their attention back to each other. Paul: I’m so happy for you man! You did absolutely brilliant in that match! How do you feel? Shark: It hasn’t sunk in yet! I’m sure when it does, I’ll be over the moon! Time to see if I can keep the form up now! Next week will be a big test! Paul: Who you got next week? Shark: Anubis and King Nothing. A little triple threat match for the big man! Paul: Child’s play! You saw off 5 others at Genesis so what’s to stop you from taking out two? Shark: Good point! I should be able to do some damage. I’m feeling as confident as I’ve ever felt now, and all I can do is keep up the good work! King Nothing and Anubis better be ready, because I am! Paul: You’ll kick their arses. It’s a certainty! You’re the best champion out of the three! Shark: Hell yes! I’m the veteran! I’m the guy that’s been there and done that more than the other two put together! Bring on Massacre, because I’m ready to go! It’s the first big night for me as Paramount Champion, and I’m determined to make an impact! I’m going to prove that I am the best Paramount Champ in the history of this company! God help anyone who tries to prove me wrong! Paul: I believe you, dude! I’ve been through it all with you! I know what damage you can do! Shark: Damage will be done, make no mistake! They are all going to see that the Street Shark is the biggest, baddest bastard in the CWF! Anyway, that’s next week, let’s get to drinking some more! The brothers return to the sambuca as the scene fades. |
![]() Street Shark: One third of the famous Scottish Bastard Trio. Former CWF Paramount Champion The Gargantuan Glaswegian | |
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