Post by TMNT Security on Jan 4, 2016 16:48:52 GMT -5
Slam was over, their match with The Godfadduh complete. Though they weren't victorious in capturing the Hardcore Championship, there were other victories to be had from this moment - and limitless spoils to reap. TSec - Diablo, Zangles, and Marshall in their combat gear, turtle shells, and headbands - approach a man in a chair. The chair's a pretty nondescript chair, your average run of the mill beach chair.
The man sitting in it however?
Not so average. His thick straw hat creeps up a little as he tips his shades down, exposing a pair of pearly black eyes.
"Good job. I like how you BOIS handled business this week", he spoke in a drawl, "Maybe we can work something out in the future?"
"Hey pal", Colin interjected with unbridled fyuh, "We didn't do this for a 'good job'!"
"Of course you didn't", he replied while pulling a briefcase out from behind the chair, "It's all in there, I assure you."
He hands the briefcase to Marshall who hands it over to Zangles.
"May this firsts of many goods job", Zangles speaks in his heavy Danish accent, "For makings of plenty moneys."
D-LO steps forward, a look in his eyes of absolute fury.
"We didn't win!" Calzone yells furiously, "How are you gonna pay us if we didn't win?! And we barely did any damage to his home!"
The man in the straw hat throws his head back and laughs from his throat.
"This week wasn't about winning or losing", the man replied, his voice crawling like tree sap, "It was about sending a message..."
Another laugh as that scene starts fading to black.
"Everything burns Bobby."
The man sitting in it however?
Not so average. His thick straw hat creeps up a little as he tips his shades down, exposing a pair of pearly black eyes.
"Good job. I like how you BOIS handled business this week", he spoke in a drawl, "Maybe we can work something out in the future?"
"Hey pal", Colin interjected with unbridled fyuh, "We didn't do this for a 'good job'!"
"Of course you didn't", he replied while pulling a briefcase out from behind the chair, "It's all in there, I assure you."
He hands the briefcase to Marshall who hands it over to Zangles.
"May this firsts of many goods job", Zangles speaks in his heavy Danish accent, "For makings of plenty moneys."
D-LO steps forward, a look in his eyes of absolute fury.
"We didn't win!" Calzone yells furiously, "How are you gonna pay us if we didn't win?! And we barely did any damage to his home!"
The man in the straw hat throws his head back and laughs from his throat.
"This week wasn't about winning or losing", the man replied, his voice crawling like tree sap, "It was about sending a message..."
Another laugh as that scene starts fading to black.
"Everything burns Bobby."
