Toxxic 0 Report post Posted October 23, 2004 Post-Storm, we find a dejected Spike Jenkins sitting in a chair, his Cruiserweight Championship draped over his leg. Pacing around the room is Toxxic, along with Jet leaning against a wall holding onto Toxxic's World Heavyweight Championship, and Marcus Washington sitting on a table and stroking his chin in thought. "HOW could you let this happen, Spike," says Toxxic, "you had him… and you let him win." "I didn't let him win!" shouts Spike. "You saw us out there… It's not like I laid on my back and waited for him to cover me. I just… couldn't put him down, even with that injury." "Exactly… It should have been easy enough from there," counters Toxxic. "For God's sake, you're the current Cruiserweight Champion! Two-bit wrestlers like Manson shouldn't be getting the best of you or Revolution Zero!" "I know, but…" "No buts, Spike… With Clark, Cortez, … Kibagami…, and now Annie breathing down our necks, we don't need that madman on us, too!" Toxxic snaps. "We have to put him in his place!" "Well, how are we gonna do it, Toxx?" asks Jet. "We could throw Davis at him," says Spike. "Even that nut Carnage was able to surprise Sean," says Toxxic. "He's been unfocused lately, coming down to Florida and all. I don't want to take a chance." "If I may make a suggestion…" says Washington, as he heads over toward Toxxic and whispers in his ear, then backs away smiling. "Marcus... That'll work... That'll work just fine…" Toxxic says, as he looks toward the group. "It looks like I'll be taking matters into my own hands." Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
