Uh uh(187)

[Joe Bruiser]

Joe is seen storming through the halls, he is definitely in a hurry to be somewhere. He goes around many corners and goes down many halls, until he ends up at the locker room of the one 187. Joe knocks on the door with his fist.

[glow=blue,2,300]187 YOU SON OF A BITCH YOU OPEN RIGHT NOW. I AM NOT KIDDING AND IF I HAVE TO I WILL KICK THIS DOOR DOWN. WHATEVER THE HELL KIND OF DIRT YOU HAVE ON ME ITS FALSEEEEEEEEEE. YA HERE ME? HUH? ITS ALL A BUNCH OF FUCKING GARBAGE YOU MOTHER FUCKER. YOU THINK THIS IS WHAT IT WILL TAKE TO GET BACK AT ME? YOU THINK THIS IS WHAT IT WILL TAKE TO GET A BEAT ON ME? YOUR OUT...OF YOUR...MINDDDDDDD. I ACCEPT THAT PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A CHALLENGE, YOU WILL REGRET THIS.[/glow]

As Joe begins to storm away he hears a voice.

[m]

Raising an eyebrow, 187 stands there behind Joe. Not even in his locker room. He was just around the arena. Minding his own business. He looks over at the door of his locker room that the rat had been pounding on. Then he switched his sights over to where he was walking off. Shaking his head. He simply said...

"Oh, come on... Now look at what you did... It looks like you scratched it... Or atleast dented it... Kind of like a certain someone else... You might know of... Heh, heh..."

Referring to his door, and that certain bit of information that just happened to make the rat's blood boil. This was perfect. He had gotten under the rats skin. Time to enjoy it.

[Joe Bruiser]

[glow=blue,2,300]Ohhhhhh so theres the man of the hour.[/glow]

Joe turns and looks at the door. He smiles and give the door a big punch.

[glow=blue,2,300]There.........[/glow]

187 turns to see a REAL dent in his door.

[glow=blue,2,300]Now you have something cry about.[/glow]
Joe gets into 187's face.

[glow=blue,2,300]You listen here you son of a bitch, whatever dirt you have on me you better DROP THAT SHIT RIGHT NOW. I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD IF YOU............[/glow]

187 interrupts.

[m]

Someone's a little moody. 187 raised an eyebrow at the rat's reaction to his presence. He took a breath. Let out a sigh. And just cut him off mid sentence before he started spraying saliva and spitting all over the place.

"If I leak it... Then you'll do what? What will you do Joe? What will you do? Tell me. I'm just "dying" to know what it is you have planned. What will you do? Hmm? What Joe? You going to beat me senseless? You going to hurt me? You going to... kill me? What Joe? Seriously... You think that..."

187 points to the dent in the door, before turning his attention back to his arch rival.

"....That right there. You think you doing that puts fear into me? You think I'm scared of you cause you dented my door? Pfft. Bitch please. Just try to think about harming me. You'll find yourself in far worse condition than "you know who."

He shakes his head.

"Tsk, tsk. You should learn to control your anger Joe. Woooooosah. Say it with me now. Wooooooosah. Want to sing "I Feel Pretty?" Will that help you feel better? Do we need to have an intervention? Maybe get you some anger management classes? Seems like you need them for... You know. Hahahaha...."

[Joe Bruiser]

[glow=blue,2,300]NO god dammit NOOOOOOO, I DO NOT WANT TO SING ANY FUCKING LULLABY'S. AND YES I CAN CONTROL MY ANGER THANK YOU VERY MUCH. Don't cross the line my friend, there is a fine line between trying to kill someone for real, and doing it mentally. If you ask me YOU ARE THE ONE WHO NEEDS THE ANGER MANAGEMENT CLASSES. My god you need more help then Brittney Spears needs and not just in anger but in....well.....EEVRYTHING. YOU ARE a MENTALLY UNSTABLE individual, and one day I WILL FIGURE OUT HOW THE FUCK YOU....survived. That is NOT GOOD FOR THE GCW my friend, and NOR IS IT GOOD....for you. I am NOT IN THE MOOD FOR YOU BULLSHIT RANTS AND LINES. Tell me now ADRIAN, WHERE...IS THE CREAM FOLDER?[/glow]

Joe waits ANGRILY for a response.

[m]

187 pretended to be confused for a moment. A shake of his head. A look of uncertainty. Faking it of course. With a look on his face like you could just hear him thinking "Whatever do you mean?"

"Mentally unstable? Is that what they call people like me these days? Hmmm... I always thought I was just a little crazy. Perhaps a screw or two loose but mentally unstable? Isn't that a little much? Come on now. I'm not "get the needle and jacket!" crazy..."

Pausing for a moment. He gets that devilish look in his eye.

"Or am I? Ohohoho... There in lies my dilemma. But... Back to this folder you want..."

Laughing slightly. Time for the mind games.

"Where did I put it? Where did I put that folder? Hmm..."

Pausing again to pretend to think.

"You know what? I think I might have misplaced that thing. Or maybe it might have been left on the desk of Ms. Wallace and Ms. Angel. I could see me doing that. You know... I seem to be having a hard time with doing that recently... I've been misplacing stuff left and right... Who knows? It's probably in the hands of someone who's letting everyone know just what kind of person you are...."