Post by Hunter Storms on Mar 2, 2017 23:31:30 GMT -5
The match had just finished and Storms was already well on his way to the locker room after he stranded Hanzo. His mind itched on what to do next in his plan as he tired of having to carry near dead weight these days in the form of a masked man. Sasha from earlier in the night came running to try and get answers, but he simply brushed her aside and kept walking towards the locker room. Reaching the door, he pushed the handle down, opening the door and walked right in where it was pretty empty but rather cluttered with gear bags laying strewn across the floor. Kicking some of them aside, he sat himself in one of the open chairs and just his head as he processed everything through his mind. While in mid thought, the locker room door wildly swung open as Hanzo came marching in with a mix of anger and concern on his face.
"The fuck was that out there man? You completely disregarded the match!"
Storms simply waved him off as he started to look around for his bags.
"No response? C'mon man, I'm not here to play these games again."
Tossing some of the bags aside, Storms keeps scanning the room for his all the while ignorning Hanzo's words. Not wanting to waste more time, Hanzo swiftly stood in front of Storms, arms crossed his chest as he looked up at the slightly taller man.
"Are you even hearing me?"
"Trying to find my bags, so move."
Storms almost forcefully shoved the rookie out of his way as he continued to pace around the room looking for his belongings as Hanzo visibly grew more frustrated with each passing second.
"Do you have any idea what you costed us out there? Had we won that match, we probably could've been given another match against KZ for the belts! Instead you just deserted the place and that rag tag team of Roberts and Smalls won the damn thing."
"So? I don't see a problem with it."
The response stunned Hanzo as Storms calmly kept walking around the room.
"I really don't see why it's such a big deal at this rate Hanzo. We're going nowhere down this road currently and it doesn't look like we'll go any further at this rate."
"Oh now you're just being all negative and what not. This isn't the real bloodthirsty Storms that I know of. He'd be raging like a mad bull if it was the real Storms."
"Don't flatter me."
Storms stopped in front of a rather battered bag which he easily recognized as his. Picking it up, he tossed it off in Hanzo's direction who fumbled with the catch before getting a tight hold on the bag as he still looked on confused at Storms.
"Just bring our shit out to the car so we can hurry up and leave. I'm not bound to stay here any longer tonight..."
He pushes by Hanzo as he exits the locker room, leaving Hanzo confused with the bag in hand.
"The fuck was that out there man? You completely disregarded the match!"
Storms simply waved him off as he started to look around for his bags.
"No response? C'mon man, I'm not here to play these games again."
Tossing some of the bags aside, Storms keeps scanning the room for his all the while ignorning Hanzo's words. Not wanting to waste more time, Hanzo swiftly stood in front of Storms, arms crossed his chest as he looked up at the slightly taller man.
"Are you even hearing me?"
"Trying to find my bags, so move."
Storms almost forcefully shoved the rookie out of his way as he continued to pace around the room looking for his belongings as Hanzo visibly grew more frustrated with each passing second.
"Do you have any idea what you costed us out there? Had we won that match, we probably could've been given another match against KZ for the belts! Instead you just deserted the place and that rag tag team of Roberts and Smalls won the damn thing."
"So? I don't see a problem with it."
The response stunned Hanzo as Storms calmly kept walking around the room.
"I really don't see why it's such a big deal at this rate Hanzo. We're going nowhere down this road currently and it doesn't look like we'll go any further at this rate."
"Oh now you're just being all negative and what not. This isn't the real bloodthirsty Storms that I know of. He'd be raging like a mad bull if it was the real Storms."
"Don't flatter me."
Storms stopped in front of a rather battered bag which he easily recognized as his. Picking it up, he tossed it off in Hanzo's direction who fumbled with the catch before getting a tight hold on the bag as he still looked on confused at Storms.
"Just bring our shit out to the car so we can hurry up and leave. I'm not bound to stay here any longer tonight..."
He pushes by Hanzo as he exits the locker room, leaving Hanzo confused with the bag in hand.
"People are really questioning my actions about what I did last time out. Why do you care about my business? What I do, is what I do and I see no reason to share with you people."
A dim light hangs over where Storms is leaned up against some sort of, but from the the side, it looks like some sort of divider.
"Abandoning the match, and your partner, cause clearly that was a good decision."
Another light switches on, revealing Hanzo on the other side with his arms
"Stop bitching already. We already got booked for the next show, and now here we are to trash their asses. These two, I don't know what the hell to call them, but bozos? I'm probably think of something more insulting down the line but I don't know who persuaded Kassandrah into these two. For God's sake they call themselves S.U.C.K which is probably what they do on street corners during weekends. It's just another pair who somehow got lucky enough into getting a contract."
"Wouldn't that apply for us as well?"
"We have our reasons Hanzo. You're an experienced brawler and me being a a now six plus year veteran in this business. Our signings were no accidents, but clearly these two were, just like their births. We're gonna make them wish they were never born to begin with. I'm tired of being put up against wrestlers like this and it's about time we show up scrubs who have no place here in the company, and they shall pay in bloodshed."
"Or by pinfall or submission...."
"Ah, shut up."
Fade to black.
A dim light hangs over where Storms is leaned up against some sort of, but from the the side, it looks like some sort of divider.
"Abandoning the match, and your partner, cause clearly that was a good decision."
Another light switches on, revealing Hanzo on the other side with his arms
"Stop bitching already. We already got booked for the next show, and now here we are to trash their asses. These two, I don't know what the hell to call them, but bozos? I'm probably think of something more insulting down the line but I don't know who persuaded Kassandrah into these two. For God's sake they call themselves S.U.C.K which is probably what they do on street corners during weekends. It's just another pair who somehow got lucky enough into getting a contract."
"Wouldn't that apply for us as well?"
"We have our reasons Hanzo. You're an experienced brawler and me being a a now six plus year veteran in this business. Our signings were no accidents, but clearly these two were, just like their births. We're gonna make them wish they were never born to begin with. I'm tired of being put up against wrestlers like this and it's about time we show up scrubs who have no place here in the company, and they shall pay in bloodshed."
"Or by pinfall or submission...."
"Ah, shut up."
Fade to black.