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Post by Fernando Castro on Jan 4, 2008 23:51:34 GMT -5
Well, Fernando got him a little phone call... and hell, he was needed. So it was Super-Latino to the rescue, as he called up Jacob Cruise, ending up getting his voicemail.
"Yo, yo, yo, it's yer favorite Mexican, bitch! Yeah, that's right... been dealin' with me some crap and stuff, so I kinda ended up getting outta my contract, but there's a li'l problem. Cam called my ass up... he's got him a family emergency... real serious. So, here's the deal... I'mma be taggin' with ya at Exodus, mang. For real... Them Jenkin's ain't gonna know what hit 'em in the ass when I come flyin' into the ring, I'll tell ya that. Get at me, bro, and I'll fuggin' see ya Sunday. Later." |
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Post by Jacob Cruise on Jan 5, 2008 1:24:24 GMT -5
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Cruise reaches over and slams his fist down on the top of his alarm clock. Why the hell it was even set he had no clue. He had no reasoning for waking up. So, he rolls back over....gets comfortable...and just as he falls back asleep....
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Damn those nine minute rest buttons or whatever the hell you call them. Thinking he had shut the alarm off before, Cruise was extremely pissed now. Oh, how he wanted to doze back off. But, he was awake. Wide awake...
"If they ever make a time machine....I will use it to murder the bastard who invented the alarm clock.....and probably go back and bang the hot chicks of history.....but thats a different story...."
What a thought to start the morning out with....Rolling out of bed, Cruise stumbles his way into the kitchen. Downing a quick glass of orange juice, he hobbles over to his cell phone which is resting on the counter-top.
"Wonder where the hell Cam's been. Ain't heard from dude in a few days..."
Text messages, missed calls, and new voice mails. Yay. Just what he needed. Probably all crap too. Going through the text messages first, it seemed that way. Just the same ole same ole. "When can I see you again baby"...."Had fun last night"....I think you got me pregnant."....blah...blah...blah...So, on to voicemail...
"Hmmm...Sounds like Nando...."
Listening intently to Nando's words, Cruise can't help but release a sigh. He had no problems tagging with Nando, actually he kind of looked forward to it. Something different. Just, he wasn't prepared for it. And really was looking forward to re-debuting with his tag team partner Kincaid....Oh well. Thats life...
"Well, damn....Hope Cammy boys doing ok....."
Looking up at the clock which now read eight-thirty in the morning....
"I need to get drunk....." |
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