Mr. S£im Citrus 0 Report post Posted March 7, 2005 FADE IN Date: March 6, 2005. Time: Hours before From the Fire. Place: Twin Palms Hotel, Tempe, Arizona. “… Right. I understand… Well, thanks for getting back to me.” CLICK Wildchild hangs his head in frustration. Mere hours before a major title defense, and he still had no partner. He’s tried just about everyone he could think of, but no one could make it to Tempe on such short notice, let alone be ready for a title match with no time to prepare. RING! RING! RING! Wildchild is snapped out of his reverie by the sound of his phone ringing. Flipping it open, he speaks into it. “Oui?” “Mister LeCroix,” begins a familiar voice, “you never returned my call.” Wildchild sighs as his eyes roll skyward. “I don’ really have time for dis; what do you want?” “Well, I heard about your predicament, and I may be able to help you out…” “Oh? How’s dat,” asks Wildchild. “You gon’ offer your assistance tonight?” A chuckle can be heard on the other end. “Well, obviously not myself, dear boy, but I may have someone whom you would find quite useful.” “Uh-huh,” replies Wildchild, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “And what’s in it for you?” “For me?” asks the voice mirthfully. “Why nothing, young man… at least, nothing that I don’t already have…” “What are you talking about?” “Remember, Mister LeCroix, we have an arrangement. I’ve still been living up to my end, in fact; how do you think you and Johnny got a title shot so soon after your return?” “I beg your pardon?” Wildchild asks incredulously. “You heard me,” replies the voice coolly. “You signed a deal; you still owe me.” Wildchild shakes his head. “I so do not have time for this!” CLICK! Wildchild flips his phone closed, muttering in frustration. He remembers one person whom he forgot to ask, and is about to open up his phone when it rings again: RING! RING! RING! Hoping that it would be someone who could help him out for the match, Wildchild hurriedly flips the phone back open. “Oui?” “A word to the wise, Mister LeCroix,” the voice says again, “I’m not going to go away just because you don’t feel like talking to me; you and I have unfinished business…” CLICK! An angry Wildchild snaps his phone shut once again. “Dis is de last t’ing I need right now,” he mutters to himself. “How am I going t’ be able to find a partner when I have to deal with…” RING! RING! RING! “Not again,” Wildchild groans to himself. Snapping the phone open, he roars into it. “WHAT?” “… It’s me.” “What de hell d'you want?” “I wanted to talk to you about From the Fire.” “And?” “I’ll be there.” Wildchild runs his hands through his hair. “Are you puttin’ me on? Because I totally do not have time for this…” “I’ll be there.” Wildchild sighs loudly. “If you back out on me…” “Don’t worry. I’ll be there.” “Fine,” says Wildchild. “I’ll see you in a couple of hours.” CLICK! Wildchild collapses against his bed as he flips his phone closed. “He’d just better be there; I'm out of options.” As we: FADE OUT Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Ace309 0 Report post Posted March 7, 2005 I so know where this is going. This deserves props to the nth power. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Mr. S£im Citrus 0 Report post Posted March 7, 2005 Don't get your hopes up; it's not him. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
