King Cucaracha 0 Report post Posted April 6, 2006 Into the realms of the backstage area we go, where a suited and styled Bohemoth is sat in a locker room, bored with proceedings (and lets face it, there's probably only one match tonight at most) tonight and passing time by playing Luminees on his brand new PSP. Good shit. Bohemoth smirks to himself at a triumphant 11 square clearing but at that moment, the door to the locker room opens and Christian Wright pokes his head through the door. Seeing Bohemoth, Wright seems to breath a brief sigh of relief before storming in. WRIGHT Ah, at last! Bohemoth my monstrous friend, do you not appreciate how much money yours truly invested in our grandious entrance this past Sunday night? And all for nought! Nought I say, nought! Your recent performances have heaped shame upon our collective shoulders, Bohemoth. Our AngleMania debutant exhibition and consequental defeat to those foul vixens of questionable valour, Chicks Over Dicks, shall exist long in the least treasured memories of my inner sanctum. What possible excuse could you possess, my long standing compatriate, not only for uncompromising failure versus Krista Isadora Duncan, but in addition your subsequent disappearance and refusal to create communications with your mentor, moi? BOHEMOTH Look, Chris', cut the smart talk would ya? WRIGHT Oh, would your preference be for unintelligable rambling, incoherent confrontational arguementation and/or crude insults distributed from within my inner rage filled soul? Sighing, Bohemoth stands up with hands on hips. BOHEMOTH You don't have to be the MENSA guy around me, you know that. I get you've got the persona going and that's great but you never used to talk like this back here. And you don't need to. You want an apology...then, I'm sorry, okay. I'm sorry. The fruity guy threw some crap in my eyes and I dunno what happened next. WRIGHT You anticipate for me to feel placated by this sub-standard apology? BOHEMOTH For crying out loud... The scowling Moral Highground begins to pace around the room as Bohemoth sits back down and folds his arms, clearly tiring of this lecture. WRIGHT Bohemoth, it was upon the understanding of complete loyalty and competence whence I stumbled upon you that I took you under my substancial wing. Your recent conduct displeases me greatly. Henceforth, I shall require improved effort from yourself. For to erase the chilling memory of the events passed of AngleMania V, you must re-prove your worth to the greater cause! I am willing to attribute these past months as a mere daliance in your performance, pending a noticeable improvement in productivity. On next week's HeldDOWN~!, I shall provide you with an acceptable challenge which I expect you to vanquish. And be forewarned, nothing short of victory will be deemed acceptable! BOHEMOTH Right. Beat challenger. Gotcha. Christian is ANGERED~ by Bohemoth's flippant reply and his head snaps around to face his bodyguard turned tag team partner. WRIGHT I am deadly serious. Improved performance...or, I may just have to contemplate seeking out an improved bodyguard! Storming off, Christian leaves the room with a slam of the door and his angered footsteps sound off into the distance. Snarling, Bohemoth continues to fold his arms for a moment, before picking his PSP back up. BOHEMOTH ...ah, fuck, I forgot to pause it! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
