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Post by Onslaught Six on Apr 12, 2005 15:28:49 GMT -5
Damn it.
Damn it, damn it, damn it!!
Just when he was getting used to SWF, the thing starts going down the drain. Paychecks stop coming through. Cancelled shows out the wazoo. It wasn't very fun at all.
John Curry looks up at the clock on the wall. 8:30. Time to get her up.
He leans over and shakes her slightly. "Jess...Wake up. S'time to go to work."
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Post by Juan Hefe on Apr 12, 2005 16:26:24 GMT -5
Suddenly, a series of stacato knocks on the door.
"Curry! Open up esse! I know you're in there chico! Curry!"
El Hijo Del Perra, unmasked (!), is standing outside John Curry's motel room, waiting somewhat patiently for The LIFTOR to open the door. Patience is not in his nature, but EHDP has learned a lot since his initial North American run in the SWF. Americans tend to move at their own pace. Rushing them only gets them riled up and confused.
But still, EHDP needs to talk to John Curry, and so he knocks again.
"Curry! Answer the door man!"
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Post by Onslaught Six on Apr 12, 2005 16:30:38 GMT -5
Curry shakes Jess for a moment to try and wake her up, to no avail. "Damned jetlag."
He gets up as there's a knocking on his motel door. He pulls on a pair of jeans and opens the door, looking at El Hijo Del Perra.
"Yo. What you need?"
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Post by Juan Hefe on Apr 12, 2005 16:44:58 GMT -5
EHDP glances at the still half-asleep John Curry and takes a peek inside the motel room over Curry's shoulder.
"Is the schveinhund with you? He and I have unfinished business and I intend to see it through."
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Post by Onslaught Six on Apr 12, 2005 16:51:03 GMT -5
"'Ey, now, Perra, you watch what you say 'bout Ryan. He's all pissy about you callin' him that. I wouldn't make him mad if I was you. You've seen--or at least heard about what he did to that guy in his first tournament. And I'm willing to bet he'd be ready to do that in a heartbeat sooner rather than later."
"....Oh, yeah, an' he ain't here. He dun' stay with me an' Jess. Travels on his own. He's always going off somewheres to kick somebody's ass or for some show. I swear to God, that guy is nuts. He doesn't sleep. Literally. I've known him for years and I've never, ever seen him sleep. So he's got 24 hours in a day. God knows what far-off European country he's in."
"Should be back in a few hours or so, though, I s'pose. We'll See."
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Post by Juan Hefe on Apr 12, 2005 18:27:00 GMT -5
EHDP doesn't look amused at this.
"So where is he? I can barely decipher you! Is he here or off in Europe? Regardless, tell him that if he has the cojones to show up in the MWA, I'll be waiting for him, mist at the ready."
John Curry barely has time to register what EHDP has just said as EHPD does a back roll away from him, turns and speeds away to catch a taxi.
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Post by Mistress Jessica on Apr 12, 2005 19:44:11 GMT -5
Jessica finally woke up and got out of bed, wrapping the bed sheet around her naked body.
She stretched and cracked a few of her bones as she walked over to John and stood next to him.
"Who was that at the door John?"
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Post by Onslaught Six on Apr 12, 2005 19:54:14 GMT -5
LIFTOR is caught off-guard by his girlfriend, and nervously looks into her tired eyes. He keeps his cool, however, and then comes up with something.
"Just an old friend, my Jessica. C'mon, get dressed, baby. We got a long day 'head of us. Training day."
Though he still trained with her as normal, he was still pissed. This MWA thing wouldn't work out. He 'knew' it. It'd fall in a few weeks and he'd have to go back to fricking Japan. Again. Where he'd get jobbed out to the likes of KENTA and Mutoh.
No, sir, was he going back to that. John Curry was going to do his very damned best to turn MWA into a successful promotion, because if it didn't....This would be the end.
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