Toxxic 0 Report post Posted December 9, 2004 “No way.” Toxxic is lying back on his hotel bed, hands behind his head and looking at the ceiling. Jet looks around from the TV in mild surprise at the non sequitur. “Say what?” “He’s not Van Siclen,” the straight-edger says, still staring up at the ceiling. “Ghost, I mean. I know Spike and Sean had already said that, but now I’ve wrestled him I can see what they mean. No way is that Van Siclen. He’s not big enough. Some cruiserweight in a mask...” “I thought you’d worked out it was Ryan Dustin,” Jet says, turning her attention back to the TV where some Japanese men are against all logic trying to eat noodles doused in a mixture of vinegar and treacle. A crumpled piece of newspaper flies over her head and lands neatly in her lap; the dreadlocked beauty unfolds it and scans down until she finds the circled article. “Riiiiight...” she says after a minute. “So this newspaper from Texas says that ‘SWF Superstar’ Ryan Dustin’s been in alcohol rehab for the past two months?” “Yup,” Toxxic acknowledges from the bed. “It’s not him. Good idea of Sacred’s, but it just doesn’t pan out. Someone Spike knows sent him that article, and the paper’s apparently reliable.” “Oh well,” Jet sighs, not particularly interested in the identity of the mysterious masked man, “I suppose we’ll find out sooner or later. In the meantime, you’ve already beaten him in tag matches twice, haven’t you? Oh, and how do you suppose Sacred will do two-out-of-three against Landon?” After a couple of seconds Jet realises that her question isn’t being answered, and she twists around in her seat to see her boyfriend’s face contorted in thought. “I don’t know,” he answers eventually. “They’re both good, no doubt about it, but...” Abruptly the Straight-Edge Sensation sits up and reaches over the edge of the bed; Jet recognises that her boyfriend is going for his video and DVD collection, but is somewhat surprised when she sees the title that is thrown over his shoulder onto the covers.. “Clusterfuck 2004?” she asks. “What happened then?” “Sacred vs Maddix, Version 1,” Toxxic answers, hauling himself back onto the bed and picking the DVD up. “Sacred won that one. I need to be prepared for either of them.” Something seems to occur to the World Champion, and he pauses in slotting the DVD into the player. “I need to speak to Sacred, too...” Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Angel_Grace_Blue 0 Report post Posted December 10, 2004 ... ... BUTT SEKZ!! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
