Post by scottjacobs on Aug 9, 2008 10:09:00 GMT -6
~::::: Feeling the need to work out before his up and coming match on Onslaught, Scott decides to head on in to the SNW training facility (tucked in the storage area of the SNW headquarters.) With a smile on his face and a whiskey bottle in hand, Scott walks threw the door that leads into the work out room, and before he can take a breath, he notices before him a problem.... standing with there arms folded in front of Scott is Mike LaFontaine, Pat Neely, Allen Trebeck, Greg Wilson,Eric Reynolds and Ryne Sunberg! Scott lays his bottle beside him in a gentle matter, just in case a fight breaks out, after all he is in the SNW and in the SNW you never know what the hell might take place. Before another thought enters his mind, one of the men in front of him start to speak:::::~
Mike LaFontaine : Wi Wi Bitches!
~::::: Scott starts to laugh to him self at the outrageous words that just came out of Mike's mouth, but before Scott could talk in return Mike interrupts him:::::~
Mike LaFontaine : Before you open your mouth new guy! There is something you must know. The men you see in front of you, are the heart and soul of the SNW! We are the wrestlers that the SNW fans come to see, we are the ones they cheer for, we are the ones that they want to be! There for being the Elite of SNW that we are, we have a image to up hold. With that said we feel it is our Duty to let you know, you are not welcome here in the SNW!
~::::: Scott forms a evil grin upon his lips, as he walks to meet face to face with the welcome committee :::::~
Scott: Not welcome huh? And why the hell is that?
~::::: Mike starts to wave his hand over his face as if the breath on Scott Jacobs reeked, in fact it most likely did since he was carrying a bottle of whiskey with him ::::::~
Mike LaFontaine: Well for one Mr. Stinky breath, you are a heavy drinker and a self proclaimed "bad ass", these are two images the SNW can not afford to showcase to there fans! There for, we say goodbye to you!
~::::: Scott can't hold is laughter in any longer, but with the looks of the mob in front of him, they are taking this showdown dead serious:::::~
Greg Wilson: Something funny there, Mr. Funny man? (Walking over to the wall to pick up a folded up steel chair that was just leaning there)
~::::: Scott looks over the situation and figures a fight is about to take place :::::~
Scott: Ok, Ok this has got to be a joke. Is this punked? Am I being punked? Because there is no way in the world of Scott Jacobs! That a group of lower class wrestlers, would ever get in my face and try to throw me out of a federation! Then again, there is always a first.
Ryne Sunberg: Shut your pie hole, Mr. Pissy and get ready for a severe ass whooping!
~::::: Scott starts to squint his eyes in anger:::::~
Scott: Ok, now your pissing me off! I can handle Mr. French's bad accent over there, and hell I can even handle a fellow Texans hate for me, but you throw in a "piss talking" man from Oklahoma in the mix, well then that means it's go time!
~::::: With out hesitation Scott goes over to Ryne Sunberg, picks him up and body slams him on the concrete. With a sick and sadistic smile Scott backs up and looks over the men in front of him :::::~
Scott: Ok, who wants some?
~::::: With no words the rest of the angry wrestlers rush Scott and start the beat down. Punch after punch and kick after kick, Scott was being worn down, something that has never happen before. And with out warning (POW!) chair shot to the head, via Greg Wilson! Scott is barley holding on, he starts to stagger and then falls. Scott is use to being passed out on the floor, but never for this reason. The now satisfied wrestlers stand over Scott's body :::::~
Greg Wilson: Laugh now Mr. Funny man!
Ryne Sunberg: (Walking over slowly) Remember the Alamo, dumb ass!
~::::: Greg and the others look over Ryne Sundberg and wonder what in the hell he is talking about. :::::~
Ryne Sunberg: What?
~::::: Greg rolls his eyes:::::~
Greg: Freaking Oklahoma people!
~::::: breaking up the Texas/Oklahoma feud Mike LaFontaine gets one last kick to the head on Scott Jacobs:::::~
Mike LaFontaine: And for the record, I'm not French, I'm from Quebec City, Quebec!
~::::: With out notice, Scott starts to come to and sees the wrestlers standing over him.:::::~
Scott: You got the count of three to go, run, hide or leave the country because we are about to play a adult version of hide and seek and when I find you, I will be ending your careers here in the SNW! So One....Two....
~::::: Before Scott can get to three the wrestlers take off in a dust storm. Scott starts to laugh as he picks his self off the ground:::::~
Scott: They kicked my ass, and there the ones running, that is funny! Cheap shot bastards!
~::::: Scott starts to think that he will just let his attackers go and deal with it at a latter date, until he glanced over the ground and saw that during the stampeded, one of the wrestlers broke his bottle of whiskey, a rage started to over come Scott's body and with a powerful shout:::::~
Scott: This means WAR!!!!!!!!!
~::::: Scott begins his hunt for revenge:::::~
To be continued!
Mike LaFontaine : Wi Wi Bitches!
~::::: Scott starts to laugh to him self at the outrageous words that just came out of Mike's mouth, but before Scott could talk in return Mike interrupts him:::::~
Mike LaFontaine : Before you open your mouth new guy! There is something you must know. The men you see in front of you, are the heart and soul of the SNW! We are the wrestlers that the SNW fans come to see, we are the ones they cheer for, we are the ones that they want to be! There for being the Elite of SNW that we are, we have a image to up hold. With that said we feel it is our Duty to let you know, you are not welcome here in the SNW!
~::::: Scott forms a evil grin upon his lips, as he walks to meet face to face with the welcome committee :::::~
Scott: Not welcome huh? And why the hell is that?
~::::: Mike starts to wave his hand over his face as if the breath on Scott Jacobs reeked, in fact it most likely did since he was carrying a bottle of whiskey with him ::::::~
Mike LaFontaine: Well for one Mr. Stinky breath, you are a heavy drinker and a self proclaimed "bad ass", these are two images the SNW can not afford to showcase to there fans! There for, we say goodbye to you!
~::::: Scott can't hold is laughter in any longer, but with the looks of the mob in front of him, they are taking this showdown dead serious:::::~
Greg Wilson: Something funny there, Mr. Funny man? (Walking over to the wall to pick up a folded up steel chair that was just leaning there)
~::::: Scott looks over the situation and figures a fight is about to take place :::::~
Scott: Ok, Ok this has got to be a joke. Is this punked? Am I being punked? Because there is no way in the world of Scott Jacobs! That a group of lower class wrestlers, would ever get in my face and try to throw me out of a federation! Then again, there is always a first.
Ryne Sunberg: Shut your pie hole, Mr. Pissy and get ready for a severe ass whooping!
~::::: Scott starts to squint his eyes in anger:::::~
Scott: Ok, now your pissing me off! I can handle Mr. French's bad accent over there, and hell I can even handle a fellow Texans hate for me, but you throw in a "piss talking" man from Oklahoma in the mix, well then that means it's go time!
~::::: With out hesitation Scott goes over to Ryne Sunberg, picks him up and body slams him on the concrete. With a sick and sadistic smile Scott backs up and looks over the men in front of him :::::~
Scott: Ok, who wants some?
~::::: With no words the rest of the angry wrestlers rush Scott and start the beat down. Punch after punch and kick after kick, Scott was being worn down, something that has never happen before. And with out warning (POW!) chair shot to the head, via Greg Wilson! Scott is barley holding on, he starts to stagger and then falls. Scott is use to being passed out on the floor, but never for this reason. The now satisfied wrestlers stand over Scott's body :::::~
Greg Wilson: Laugh now Mr. Funny man!
Ryne Sunberg: (Walking over slowly) Remember the Alamo, dumb ass!
~::::: Greg and the others look over Ryne Sundberg and wonder what in the hell he is talking about. :::::~
Ryne Sunberg: What?
~::::: Greg rolls his eyes:::::~
Greg: Freaking Oklahoma people!
~::::: breaking up the Texas/Oklahoma feud Mike LaFontaine gets one last kick to the head on Scott Jacobs:::::~
Mike LaFontaine: And for the record, I'm not French, I'm from Quebec City, Quebec!
~::::: With out notice, Scott starts to come to and sees the wrestlers standing over him.:::::~
Scott: You got the count of three to go, run, hide or leave the country because we are about to play a adult version of hide and seek and when I find you, I will be ending your careers here in the SNW! So One....Two....
~::::: Before Scott can get to three the wrestlers take off in a dust storm. Scott starts to laugh as he picks his self off the ground:::::~
Scott: They kicked my ass, and there the ones running, that is funny! Cheap shot bastards!
~::::: Scott starts to think that he will just let his attackers go and deal with it at a latter date, until he glanced over the ground and saw that during the stampeded, one of the wrestlers broke his bottle of whiskey, a rage started to over come Scott's body and with a powerful shout:::::~
Scott: This means WAR!!!!!!!!!
~::::: Scott begins his hunt for revenge:::::~
To be continued!