JST 0 Report post Posted November 7, 2008 Sunday, November 2nd. 2008. The United Center, in Chicago, IL. To Daniel Smith's great annoyance, we are inside what Tod James Stuart likes to call with a smirk the "GTA Command Center". This is basically a U.C. featureless dressing room that was assigned to the Canadians for the duration of the SWF crew's stay in the Windy City. 11:27PM. A rolling suitcase comes into view, being pushed by a foot belonging to the aforementionned Tod Stuart. Thanks to the steadily dropping fall temperature, Stuart is throwing on his snazzy Wilke-Rodriguez windbreaker and twirling his freshly showered long hair into a ponytail. "Move it, numb nuts. Our plane leaves in an hour. I know how pissy you get when you miss the Dr. House reruns. That, and the girl's just texted me about five or six things that she'll do to me once I get home. So, ... yeah." says Tod in his most pressing but gentle manner. Following suit into view is Daniel Smith, clad in a classy leather duster. Not only does the man kick ass in the ring, but he knows how to dress in style. "Your kid spilled juice on my Tivo. You're buyin' me the box sets." decrees the larger Canadian. "Yeah, whatever. Less talk, more get your ass in the car and onto O'Hare... Oh, wait...Gettin' another text. Heh, probably the girl again." says Tod, while suddenly probing his pockets and expecting more of what awaits him at home. "Yyyyyyyyeaaaaaaaahhhhh!!! I walk alooooooooooooone...!!" Hooah!! Stuart fishes out his Virgin Mobile, giving us a perfect earful of his texting ringtone. Daniel Smith's look is the perfect combination of not amused yet puzzled. "What. I like the song." says Tod, flipping his phone open. Thirty seconds pass before Stuart utters anything else, as he's concentrated in his reading. "...Now what?" asks Daniel. "Dig this." says Tod, handing the phone over. ... Good job with TKO tonight, guys. This ain't a tag title shot like you wanted, but it'll hold you over for now. We're doing a tournament to crown a #1 contender for the World belt. We got 15 guys in and we're one short. Last spot goes to one of you guys. You got X-Punk in the first round. Fight amongst yourselves. Cheers. -LM & T ... "That's unexpected." says Dan, man of few words. "Shyeah. So whaddya say, big guy? Wanna show 'em what Dan The Man's made of?" asks Tod. "World Champ Daniel Smith's got a hell of a ring to it." "What? Dude, no. No. If anything, that spot's yours... I'm not there, yet." replies Dan, muttering those last few words. "Take it." "Hey, I thought I made it clear. Starting tonight, we're looking at Luke & Leo and those belts. We're in this together, you hear? We'll just tell Landon and Toxx to get someone el--" "I can wait." replies a confident Dan. "You, you're there already! It's your time, bro. Remember Andrew? Nearly unbeatable World Champ. You came by a hair of beating him. A fuckin' hair. You're telling me you don't want that shot once more? What, you're scared of Va'aiga?! If anyone can find a way to beat him, it's you! Isn't that what we do? Don't answer that. You bet your fuckin' ass that's what we do. We beat people. You start by goin' through X-Punk. He's good. But he's not good enough. Just don't worry about us, Tod. The belts'll still be there. I can wait. The team can wait." "When you put it like that..." Dan Smith is a man of few words, but he likes to think that when he has something to say, it tends to stay in the back of one's mind. "Thanks, man." says Tod. "You know I love when you get these little epiphanies. Let's do this one for the Clinic, then!" "Great! Now get your ass movin'. If I don't get to sleep in my window seat, you don't get to sleep either." "Fine, fine..." utters Tod, with a closing sigh. With a decided step, the two partners finally gather their suitcases and bags, and finally file out of their dressing room. "If I become World champion, your ass stays in coach..." ... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
