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Post by Juan Hefe on May 7, 2005 21:32:57 GMT -5
In a dank bar, Ivan Krushev is slamming down vodka while listening to his iPod. Curiously, though the iPod is capable of containing 20 gigs of data, this one holds only one song, the Soviet national anthem. And it plays on repeat.
The door behind him opens, and in walks Sephiru. Krushev, possessing a sixth sense about these sorts of things, addresses Sephiru without even turning around.
"Comrad. I see you've come as I asked. Come, come, sit beside me at the bar."
Krushev pulls out a stool and motions for Sephiru to take it.
"We have much to discuss, especially this nasty business with the Currination..."
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Post by Sephiru on May 8, 2005 14:58:51 GMT -5
Sephiru sits on the stool next to him.
Sephiru starts to speak first. "Friend, I have seen you wrestle before back in Russia, and I know you could help me out, I've seen your brute style, which is exactly what I need to back me up."
"I called you here for a reason, we are both from Mother Russia, so we need to stick together comrade. I know you need help with the current situation concerning the Currination."
"What about Del Perra? He has helped me in my time here."
"He seems to me like he is a bit unstable, so be cautious around him."
"But..." Sephiru starts to say.
"Trust me comrade, you watch my back and I watch yours. We have a deal then?"
Sephiru slowly shakes his hand.
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Post by Juan Hefe on May 8, 2005 15:41:52 GMT -5
Suddenly, from the back of the bar, two dark shadows get up and walk towards Sephiru and Krushev. As they get nearer, the ominous masked faces of EHDP and Chupa Cabra can be clearly made out. EHDP speaks first.
"You should not play games with this one Krushev, he is muy violento."
Krushev turns towards the two new arrivals, stands and grasps them both on the shoulders.
"EHDP, Cabra! You two mexicans can really make an entrance worthy of your Soviet superiors!"
Sephiru is momentarily confused by this scene, but being that he is a Super Heel, he quickly grasps the situation at hand.
"What is happening here Ivan? I thought you didn't know EHDP very well?"
Ivan turns towards Sephiru and explains his game plan.
"Comrade, I know of these two very well. We fought together many times in Asia, sometimes in front of marks, sometimes not. They are the real reason I called you here tonight. You have a problem with the Currination? Here is your solution."
As he says this, he holds both EHDP's left and Chupa Cabra's right arm aloft.
"Together, we shall crush these dogs and send them scurrying for their mother's teats."
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Post by Sephiru on May 8, 2005 17:02:11 GMT -5
A smile spreads across Sephiru's face.
"Next friday, the Currination will get a taste of what we have to offer! Now come sit, we have much to discuss!"
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Post by Onslaught Six on May 8, 2005 22:00:47 GMT -5
John Curry's car pulls up to the bar. He gets out, tosses a cigarette onto the floor, steps on it, and opens the door.
He looks inside, and then sees El Hijo Del Perra in the corner--and assumes trouble.
"Shit."
He walks up to the bar, ignoring them at first, orders a drink, and has a seat...
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Post by Juan Hefe on May 9, 2005 8:05:31 GMT -5
As the four new partners discuss strategy, Krushev senses trouble from the direction of the bar. He leans towards Sephiru and points towards the bar, at the menacing figure ordering a drink.
"Comrade, is that who I think it is?"
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Post by Sephiru on May 10, 2005 16:21:51 GMT -5
"Yea... I know, lets have a little fun with him..."
Sephiru and the others walk over to LIFTOR and crowd around him. LIFTOR doesn't react at all, continuing to drink.
EHDP is first to speak. "I hear you think you're the big man round here. Well I got news for you, you ain't nothing man. I mean NOTHING. You see me and my compadres here, we gonna run the place from now on, so you better stay out of our way. You already in big trouble for the s**t you pulled last friday."
LIFTOR raises an eyebrow but continues to take no notice.
Sephiru speaks. "I am the MWA Juniorweight champion, you are nothing, you got beat by that punk Johnny something last week without putting up a fight! And as for Ryan Kilst"
SMACK!
Sephiru is hit by a hard right hand from LIFTOR. The others go to attack but Sephiru holds them back saying, "Wait until friday. He will get what's coming to him." They walk off back to their table, while LIFTOR lights up another cigarette.
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Post by Onslaught Six on May 10, 2005 17:08:19 GMT -5
LIFTOR finishes his drink, and his cigarette, continually glancing over to the group of his now enemies. He stands up, and looks straight over at them.
"Hrm. Friday, eh? Too bad. I was really hoping to kick your asses 'tonight.'"
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Post by Juan Hefe on May 11, 2005 8:15:10 GMT -5
Krushev, not one to back down from a challenge, steps right up to LIFTOR and looks him directly in the eye.
"Do you have the courage to back up your words capitalist pig? If you do, let's take our fight to Friday's show where I will show you the true meaning of power as I drop you on your neck time after time after time."
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Post by Onslaught Six on May 11, 2005 14:22:52 GMT -5
Curry looks back at Krushev with a serious look, and breathes angrily, not even blinking.
Suddenly, he relaxes and changes his look.
"Friday it is, then. I guess I'll just have to go train, and beat the hell out of some jobber."
He tosses a few dollars onto the bar and walks off.
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Post by Juan Hefe on May 12, 2005 5:47:00 GMT -5
Waiting until Curry is out of earshot, Krushev turns to Sephiru, an evil grin spreading on his face.
"Fool, he will not be facing a jobber this Friday, he will be facing me!"
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