CuseTroy
League Member
July 16, 2002...
10 minutes after Global Warfare...
Pepsi Center: Denver, Colorado...
As a GXW cameraman walks through the Pepsi Center doors into the parking lot, he sees an angry Troy Douglas chewing out a parking lot attendant. Anxious, the camerman flips his camera back on to record the conversation.
TD: ...Dammit, which of these cars belongs to Cole Steele?
PLA: I--I don't know sir!
TD: Kid, do you know what I do to people when I'm angry. You see, I have a little move called the Vision Clear, and if you don't tell me which car is Steele's, you'll be seeing stars for miles and miles, punk.
PLA: Alright, alright, I'll tell you. It's the silver Mercedes, the one with the "PplsChoice" lisence plate! Just don't hurt me!
TD: Okay kid, you're free to go.
Troy pops the trunk on his VW Jetta and pulls out a can of spray paint and a sledgehammer. The cameraman approaches Troy, anticipating the next move.
TD: You taping this? Good. I want you to sit and watch. Cole Steele, you want to give me a lesson? You want to teach me something? Well, After what you did tonight, it might be time for a lesson of your own. Now, I won't be at GXW HQ for a couple days, but you want an answer from The Throwback, you've got one. I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget, namely, Don't F*** with Personal Quest Inc.! Now, it's a pity Gemini couldn't be here, but, as they say, to each his own. But, if you want me, you've got me. And, how 'bout we spice this up a bit. Why have a standard match, when you can have a Texas Death Match. How about it Cole, you and me,. Texas Death Match. You've got my answer verbally, and here it is in writing.
Troy takes the sledgehammer and wrecks Steele's car, bashing in the windows, knocking out the tires, and generally leaving the vehicle useless. On the roof of the car, Troy leaves a cryptic message in black paint. SEE YA SOON-TD{/i]
FADE OUT
10 minutes after Global Warfare...
Pepsi Center: Denver, Colorado...
As a GXW cameraman walks through the Pepsi Center doors into the parking lot, he sees an angry Troy Douglas chewing out a parking lot attendant. Anxious, the camerman flips his camera back on to record the conversation.
TD: ...Dammit, which of these cars belongs to Cole Steele?
PLA: I--I don't know sir!
TD: Kid, do you know what I do to people when I'm angry. You see, I have a little move called the Vision Clear, and if you don't tell me which car is Steele's, you'll be seeing stars for miles and miles, punk.
PLA: Alright, alright, I'll tell you. It's the silver Mercedes, the one with the "PplsChoice" lisence plate! Just don't hurt me!
TD: Okay kid, you're free to go.
Troy pops the trunk on his VW Jetta and pulls out a can of spray paint and a sledgehammer. The cameraman approaches Troy, anticipating the next move.
TD: You taping this? Good. I want you to sit and watch. Cole Steele, you want to give me a lesson? You want to teach me something? Well, After what you did tonight, it might be time for a lesson of your own. Now, I won't be at GXW HQ for a couple days, but you want an answer from The Throwback, you've got one. I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget, namely, Don't F*** with Personal Quest Inc.! Now, it's a pity Gemini couldn't be here, but, as they say, to each his own. But, if you want me, you've got me. And, how 'bout we spice this up a bit. Why have a standard match, when you can have a Texas Death Match. How about it Cole, you and me,. Texas Death Match. You've got my answer verbally, and here it is in writing.
Troy takes the sledgehammer and wrecks Steele's car, bashing in the windows, knocking out the tires, and generally leaving the vehicle useless. On the roof of the car, Troy leaves a cryptic message in black paint. SEE YA SOON-TD{/i]
FADE OUT