Post by Old Line Jeff on Jan 25, 2021 23:43:51 GMT -5
“I said, not yet.”
Cold open. Jeffrey Daniels sitting on a bench outside medical, an icy-pak neckbrace around his neck.
“Look coach, I just don’t like the idea-”
“And I’monna stop you there because there’s lots of ideas I don’t like, but sometimes, you just have to bend over and take it because the only other option is to shoot literally fucking everyone who considers themselves part of society. And don’t think I haven’t daydreamed about doing that very thing. But I’ll never get to, and you’re gonna have to hold your horses.”
Jeffrey Daniels looks sulky. Not surly, thank God.
Jeff Andrews looks surly, but we’re used to that, right?
“Explain to me how two cruiserweight young lions, one female just-debuted, and one old piece of shit with a bad back are going to win a slugfest with The Syndicate right now. Go on.”
Jeffrey Daniels scowls, his eyes narrowing. He does his best to initiate surlitude.
“I know, but, I hate letting them get away with it.”
“They are NOT going to get away with it.” Jeff Andrews tries to dial back his own surlitude, sits down on the bench next to Jeffrey. “But if I only learned one thing from Kai Scott, and I actually learned a ton of things, it’s that there’s some value in biding your time and picking your spot. And I have a long memory. I remember Jesse Jamester from GLOBAL when he was a cowboy not a lizardman. I remember when Eric Dane was running Alabama Freakshow Wrestling.”
Jeff slaps Jeffrey on the shoulder, gently enough to not jar his neck.
“We’re gonna do it. But we’re gonna do it on our own time.”
Patience is one of Jeffrey Daniels’ weakest suits, but he’s not completely daft.
“You’re gonna recover from this son. You’ll be fine by next week. You’ll wrestle your match against Brian Chase, you’ll win, you’ll get on track and put all this behind you. But you’re not gonna forget. And when you’ve reached a point where you’re not going to just flail at a meatwall and hurt yourself, but that you can do some damage… THEN you’re gonna do it.”
And with that, the teacher leaves the student to lick his wounds and consider his choices.
Cold open. Jeffrey Daniels sitting on a bench outside medical, an icy-pak neckbrace around his neck.
“Look coach, I just don’t like the idea-”
“And I’monna stop you there because there’s lots of ideas I don’t like, but sometimes, you just have to bend over and take it because the only other option is to shoot literally fucking everyone who considers themselves part of society. And don’t think I haven’t daydreamed about doing that very thing. But I’ll never get to, and you’re gonna have to hold your horses.”
Jeffrey Daniels looks sulky. Not surly, thank God.
Jeff Andrews looks surly, but we’re used to that, right?
“Explain to me how two cruiserweight young lions, one female just-debuted, and one old piece of shit with a bad back are going to win a slugfest with The Syndicate right now. Go on.”
Jeffrey Daniels scowls, his eyes narrowing. He does his best to initiate surlitude.
“I know, but, I hate letting them get away with it.”
“They are NOT going to get away with it.” Jeff Andrews tries to dial back his own surlitude, sits down on the bench next to Jeffrey. “But if I only learned one thing from Kai Scott, and I actually learned a ton of things, it’s that there’s some value in biding your time and picking your spot. And I have a long memory. I remember Jesse Jamester from GLOBAL when he was a cowboy not a lizardman. I remember when Eric Dane was running Alabama Freakshow Wrestling.”
Jeff slaps Jeffrey on the shoulder, gently enough to not jar his neck.
“We’re gonna do it. But we’re gonna do it on our own time.”
Patience is one of Jeffrey Daniels’ weakest suits, but he’s not completely daft.
“You’re gonna recover from this son. You’ll be fine by next week. You’ll wrestle your match against Brian Chase, you’ll win, you’ll get on track and put all this behind you. But you’re not gonna forget. And when you’ve reached a point where you’re not going to just flail at a meatwall and hurt yourself, but that you can do some damage… THEN you’re gonna do it.”
And with that, the teacher leaves the student to lick his wounds and consider his choices.