Post by Onslaught Six on May 16, 2005 15:12:48 GMT -5
(Following the thread "Juan Hefe Calls in Ryan Helms...")
John Curry tosses Ryan Helms out of the way in a fit of rage as he leaves Hefe's office. He slams open the door, and then slams it shut behind him. Ted Tsavales gets up slightly, but LIFTOR grabs him around the throat and tosses him back down into his chair.
"Sit your ass down, Twinkie." He stares Tsavales right in the eyes before turning and looking at Hefe.
"Look, you. You and I both know damn well that I was the first to petiton after Knockout won the title, and you skipped out on my shot. Well, Knockout ain't got shit to do this week, and my title shot that you oh-so-freakin'-graciously gave me is *next* week. But as far as I'm concerned, there ain't no point in waiting."
He looks at Hefe right in the eyes in an unsettling rage and anger. Fearing what LIFTOR may do, Hefe nods.
"A...Alright, alright. I'll let you know in a bit if I can do that...."
LIFTOR slams his hands on Hefe's desk. "NO! Now, you freaking piece of crap! Or do you want a little taste of what happened to Sephiru and his little bunch of groupies last week?!"
Hefe stutters as he tries to find words, and Curry grabs him around the collar of his shirt and out of his chair.
It is at that exact moment that the door opens and Mistress Jessica walks in. Curry looks back at her, lowers Hefe, and walks towards her.
"Make a choice, Hefe. Make a choice."
He takes Jessica's hand and the two walk out together. Tsavales watches them as they leave, and then looks to Hefe.
"Why the hell didn't you do something back there?!"
"That guy scares me. Seriously."
John Curry tosses Ryan Helms out of the way in a fit of rage as he leaves Hefe's office. He slams open the door, and then slams it shut behind him. Ted Tsavales gets up slightly, but LIFTOR grabs him around the throat and tosses him back down into his chair.
"Sit your ass down, Twinkie." He stares Tsavales right in the eyes before turning and looking at Hefe.
"Look, you. You and I both know damn well that I was the first to petiton after Knockout won the title, and you skipped out on my shot. Well, Knockout ain't got shit to do this week, and my title shot that you oh-so-freakin'-graciously gave me is *next* week. But as far as I'm concerned, there ain't no point in waiting."
He looks at Hefe right in the eyes in an unsettling rage and anger. Fearing what LIFTOR may do, Hefe nods.
"A...Alright, alright. I'll let you know in a bit if I can do that...."
LIFTOR slams his hands on Hefe's desk. "NO! Now, you freaking piece of crap! Or do you want a little taste of what happened to Sephiru and his little bunch of groupies last week?!"
Hefe stutters as he tries to find words, and Curry grabs him around the collar of his shirt and out of his chair.
It is at that exact moment that the door opens and Mistress Jessica walks in. Curry looks back at her, lowers Hefe, and walks towards her.
"Make a choice, Hefe. Make a choice."
He takes Jessica's hand and the two walk out together. Tsavales watches them as they leave, and then looks to Hefe.
"Why the hell didn't you do something back there?!"
"That guy scares me. Seriously."
