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| Tweet Topic Started: May 16 2007, 02:29 PM (133 Views) | |
| Mr. Vain | May 16 2007, 02:29 PM Post #1 |
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Mr. Vain strides through the doors into the locker room area and he doesn’t look happy, in fact he has the same resigned look of a man on the way to his execution. Erica, who appears to be waiting for him, hurries to catch up. Erica – Mr. Vain, why have you returned to P.O.W.? Mr. Vain – Mr. Vain has returned to these Halls of Mediocrity to ask the King of Mediocrity a question. Off in the cafeteria Hawaiian Bryan lifts his head in the air, “Someone mention my name?” he mumbles around the half chicken stuck in his mouth. Erica – What are you going to ask? Mr. Vain – No comment. Erica – Who are you going to ask? Mr. Vain – No comment. Erica – Does it have anything to do with where you were yesterday? Mr. Vain stops and stares at over the top of his sunglasses at Erica for a moment. Mr. Vain – Definitely no comment. Erica follows Vain peppering him with questions, while Vain ignores her. Vain marches straight to the cafeteria and catches Hawaiian Bryan marching back up to the buffet for his umpteenth helping while the manager stares on miserably. Mr. Vain – Fly Guy! H.B. looks up in shock as Mr. Vain changes his fast pace to a more leisurely, seemingly unconcerned pace and walks over to him. Mr. Vain – Alright tons o’ fun, Mr. Vain has a question for you and He doesn’t want any nonsense, just a straight yes or no, got that? H.B. – Is that your question? Because that seems like an awful lot of build up for such a dinky little question. Mr. Vain – What? No, that’s not the question. H.B. – Oh, too bad, I knew the answer to that one. Mr. Vain – Anyway, Mr. Vain tracked you down to … H.B. – Yes. Mr. Vain – Yes? H.B. – Yes. I got it. The answer to the first question you asked. I hope your next question is that easy because you didn’t give a guy any time to study. Mr. Vain – Look, shut up and let Mr. Vain ask his question. H.B. – For a guy looking to give me a test you’re not acting very nice, maybe I should just go back to what I was doing. With that Bryan begins loading some sausage and sauerkraut onto his plate, Vain violently slaps the plate away send food and plate shards all over the floor, strangely enough the restaurant manager looks like he won the lottery. H.B. looks down at his empty hand and then steps up into Vain’s face, looking pissed. H.B. – I could each as much as I wanted as long as I used the same plate. You, sunshine, have officially gone too far! Mr. Vain – Will you be Mr. Vain’s tag team partner, with the specific goal of capturing the P.O.W. tag titles? H.B. – Say what you want, but I’m about to kick your… huh? Mr. Vain – Will you tag with Mr. Vain? It’s okay, you can say no if you want. Bryan steps back, a little caught off guard. Before he can answer Erica and a production guy wheel a monitor over. Erica – Bryan, before you answer that look at this. Erica presses play and the monitor shows Mr. Vain sitting at a table in what appears to be a lawyer’s office. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Lawyer – And to my nephew, I leave my stock in Playboy magazine, my summer home in the south of France, my winter home in Switzerland, and 47.5 million dollars… Mr. Vain has a cocky smile on his face, as if he deserves all this and more. Lawyer – … on one condition. Mr. Vain’s face changes from smug to suspicious so fast it almost leaves skids marks. Mr. Vain – Condition, what condition? Lawyer – You have to form a tag team with his favorite wrestler (at that Vain puts his hand on his chest in shock and mouths ‘I’m not his favorite wrestler?’), for the sole purpose of winning that federations tag team championship. Mr. Vain – Who’s his favorite wrestler? Lawyer – Umm… it says here… Hawaiian Bryan. Vain’s jaw drops and he looks torn between killing someone and killing himself, he quickly pulls himself together. Mr. Vain – Screw this, I don’t need the money that badly. Lawyer – You uncle goes on to write that if you say ‘screw this, I don’t need the money that badly’ then all of it goes to Hawaiian Bryan. However, if Hawaiian Bryan says no when you ask him then it alls goes to you. Otherwise you receive your inheritance when the two of you win the tag team titles. It was you uncles hope that by tagging together the two of you, his favorite nephew and his favorite wrestler would put your pasts behind you and finally become friends. The image fades to black. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Vain looks from the monitor, to the sweetly smiling Erica to the widely smirking Hawaiian Bryan. Mr. Vain – Ah crap. |
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| Hawaiian Bryan | May 17 2007, 04:19 PM Post #2 |
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| Mr. Vain | May 18 2007, 08:41 AM Post #3 |
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Mr. Vain stands seething, his knuckles popping as he squeezes his hands into fists. He begins muttering almost incomprehensibly. Mr. Vain – Must kill…can’t kill… goddamn extended version of the song… hurt… someone, anyone… ah, good friend chair. Mr. Vain storms over to a chair but finds it to be made entirely of plastic and throws it aside. He moves to another one, made with more steel but evidently not enough and he drops. Finally, Vain picks up a chair that is completely steel. He bangs it against the ground and likes the satisfying clang, Vain then glares over at Bryan who almost looks nervous. Before Vain decides whether a chair shot is worth giving Bryan all that money he notices, on the monitor (that Erica brought in), that the Wolves of Oblivion are pestering the Rookie. Mr. Vain – Them. Those. The Islanders. Right? Yours. Flunkies. (Vain is evidently too furious to form complete sentences. H.B. – Um… the prefer to be called the Wolves of Oblivion now, but yes, they… follow me around. Mr. Vain smiles a chilling smile. Mr. Vain – Good. And Vain walks out of the cafeteria. Bryan begins snacking on some of the food left by those who ran away. To be continued in Aftermath of Chronicles 92. |
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