Meeting Version 2(invite)

[Joe Bruiser]

Camera comes on and you see Joe sitting in a booth at the cafe. He has a Root Beer sitting in front of him and across from him. He appears to be awaiting for someone to arrive. Wonder who that could be? Nicole Storm? Kris Kain? Genesis? We will soon find out...................

[m]

...That certain someone happened to be Tha Infamous One himself. Recieving notice that his presence was requested by his partner for the upcoming match on LockUp! Normally, he would simply blow it off. He'd simply just say forget the rat and continue about his day. But... He figured he'd humor the rat and actually show up. Showing up to the cafe in his simple casual clothes, he spots the rat sitting at a booth in the Chi-Town cafe. Slowly approaching the table, with an eyebrow arched up. Arriving at the booth, he looked over at the rat before sitting down...

"Don't waste my waste my time. What do you want? I've got things to do. Places to be. People to meet. What is so urgent that you had to pull me away from my busy schedule to deal with your ass?"

[Joe Bruiser]

Joe speaks in such a business voice.

[glow=blue,2,300]Why 187, I am so sorry to pull you from your busy schedule. I already ordered you a Double Cheeseburger from Hardees? You must stay.[/glow]

Joe smiles as he was of course joking.

[glow=blue,2,300]Seriously now 187 you already know what this is all about. Business? you mean all that DRUG dealing.........[/glow]

Joe and 187 take a look around the room.

[glow=blue,2,300]DRUG Smuggling?[/glow]

The waitress shows up.

Drugs?

[glow=blue,2,300]Oh no my dear I was simply telling this fool about SHRUGGING and how its good for the shoulders.[/glow]

Like how?

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

OHHHHHHH so so if I did this.............

The waitress begins to shrug her shoulders like some dance routine.

I could lose some weight?

Joe and 187 look at each other, not knowing what to say.

[glow=blue,2,300]Uhmmmmm yeah I guess so...[/glow]

Joe looks down at his menu.

[glow=blue,2,300]I'll have the 5 Chicken Strip mean with French Fries.[/glow]

Joe looks up at 187 who gives him the, "I ain't staying bitch" look.

[glow=blue,2,300]This......well he is a man...I think? He wants a..........[/glow]

Joe pauses awaiting to see what 187 will say.

[m]

"Absolutely nothing at all. Thank you."

Waitress: "You sure?"

"Positive."

Waitress: "Okay...."

Shaking his head. The waitress wandered off to get the rats food. A small sigh. Obviously... Joe knows nothing about how to keep his mouth shut or to speak of such things as "drug dealing" in public. But then again... That's why he is the rat. Disappointment really. Of course, that wasn't the business that he was involved in... at the moment. No. He had more important issues than to be doing that... at the moment. Turning his view over to the rat again. Still shaking his head.

"Thanks a lot jackass. Way to make a scene."

He takes himself a seat now. Might as well get comfortable and hear what this bastard has to say.

"What is it that you want? You want to talk about our match or what? What is so important that we needed to meet?"

[Joe Bruiser]

[glow=blue,2,300]Chill dude no need to get all worked up over it. It is about our match by the way, YOU WILL give me a chance to PIN GENESIS. You hear me? Your not going to go in there and think you can just single me out and think that your going to be having a singles match at the PPV. Any thoughts of that WILL LEAVE YOUR HEAD NOW. You hear me?[/glow]

Joe takes a drink as he waits for a response.

[m]

Raising an eyebrow. Was the rat serious? Was he really serious about this? Please tell me this rat is not serious. Shaking his head. Simply taking a breath and letting a sigh escape his frame. Closing his eyes in doing so. Some people are just simply suffering by choice retardation by nature. They lack intelligence and simple common sense. Opening his eyes, he looked at the rat. Eyebrow still arched up.

"Riiiiiiight... How about we say I don't and say I did? Cause there is no way in hell that I'm just going to simply give you the upper hand or even remotely cross my mind and lower and demean myself by helping my enemy. Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying I'm going to blow this match off and let Genesis get the win in order to screw you over. Cause in this match.... A loss over you also means a loss over myself. Which I am NOT having. But if you think for one second that I'm going to just... hand you a title shot by letting you pick up the win? Well then my old friend... My buddy... My pal... My partner.... Ummm... Fuck you?"

[Joe Bruiser]

[glow=blue,2,300]Whoa whoa my old friend... My buddy... My pal... My partner... I'm afraid I have some bad news for you...champ. You will not be.......[/glow]

Waitress shows up.

Here is your chicken strips sir.

[glow=blue,2,300]Oh thank you so much babe, your the best you know that?[/glow]

Hehe thats what you say.....

She turns her attention to 187.

Are you sure you don't want something sir?

[glow=blue,2,300]He wants a BIG OL T-BONE STEAK....[/glow]

Joe looks up at the waitress.

[glow=blue,2,300]Well done.......[/glow]

Waitress is not sure what to do.

Ok...

Joe turns back to 187.

[glow=blue,2,300]How can we have a good conversation when your not going to STAY to eat? Besides, a T-Bone Steak on The FRO? Why pass up a free meal my old friend... My buddy... My pal... My partner...? Or are you just going to give me a big FUCK YOU?[/glow]

Joe begins to dig in as he waits for a response.

[m]

"Nix that order. I'm fine miss. Really. I am. If I did want something... I could get it myself... With my own money... Cause I'm no fuckin' charity case who needs someone else to feed him. Fortunately for myself... I don't need other people's money... I got my own... And honestly... I don't want your fuckin' money nor would I even want you to be me steak... Seriously... You're starting to worry me here... This ain't no fuckin' date.... Get that out of your mind.... I don't swing that that so... Why don't you get that idea out of your mind right now... Kat? Oh... Sorry miss... No steak... Please... I'm fine..."

Waitress: "Alright..."

Turning his attention over to the rat again, he waved off the waitress. She left with a frightened look on her face. He didn't want to snap like that infront of her... but this rat was rather irritating by this point. He didn't want any food. He wasn't hungry. He simply wanted to talk and get the hell out of here as soon as possible.

"Are we done here? Do you have anymore mindless drivel to spew from your lips about our match or are you finished with wasting my time? I'd like to return to more meaningful things... Instead of being bothered with irrelevant bullshit that you can't seem to get out of your head."

[Joe Bruiser]

Joe looks up at 187.

[glow=blue,2,300]What was that 7? Sorry the sound of my HOT and JUICY Chicken was too loud to hear ya.[/glow]

Joe bites off another piece.

[glow=blue,2,300]Meaningful things? Seriously my dear friend what exactly does the word MEANINGFUL mean in your dictionary? I know for a fact jack that it doesn't mean doing something that is of more importance. I think in YOUR dictionary it means trying to AVOID something more meaningful.[/glow]

Joe takes a drink and wipes his mouth off with a napkin.

[glow=blue,2,300]MAN you should really try some of this DELICIOUS CHICKEN.[/glow]

Joe pauses.

[glow=blue,2,300]Harrassing my Lady friend over here is not a good idea my friend. 911 will be after 187 if that is the case.[/glow]

Joe takes another bite out of one of his Chicken Strips.

[glow=blue,2,300]We REALLY NEED to figure out a GOOD way to destroy Genesis. There is no way one can do it without the other. In your words, "Do ya feel me dog"[/glow]

Joe takes a drink as he waits for 187 to respond.

[m]

"It's simple Joe. It's simple. I'm going into the ring. I'm going to stomp the fuck out of Genesis where he stands. I'm going to whip his ass from one ring post to the next... Then... I'm going to break his fucking neck infront of everyone. And finally... I'm going to pin Genesis. 1... 2... 3... Thus... Making myself the one and only contender for the Continental Championship. Then... History will indeed repeat itself when Danger Zone rolls around. I walk into the pay per view. I take Genesis lame, long winded, boring ass.... Kick his head in until I get rather bored with just him being in my presence like some sort of buzz kill... Then I'm going to pin him.... AGAIN. 1... 2... 3.... And your new Continental Champion stands tall like always... Tha Infamous 187... And if that fool even decides to get the idea for coming for a rematch... I will stomp him out for a third time and fucking send that imposter King of Controversy back to the damn shithole he came from. Proving once and for all... Why I am the best fuckin' thing that's hit this industry since sliced bread...."

....Angry much? Perhaps he is. With the way things have been going for him recently... He could careless. He didn't give a damn about much these days. Fuck it. Let the anger flow like a river. Shaking his head.... Taking a deep breath before letting out a sigh. Calming his nerves. He continued again...

"That is how it's going to happen too. And there won't be a damn thing that you can do about it. And if you even attempt to try to stop me at LockUp!... You will find yourself laid out in the middle of the ring right next to Genesis. Point blank... Now... Do you feel me Joe? Fuckin' jackass..."