Post by Chris Gibson on Jul 18, 2022 17:44:50 GMT -5
“Wow, the opening match.”
“Were you expecting anything else?”
Chris Gibson shrugs. “You know how many championships I’ve won in my career?”
“Yeah you talk about them pretty much everyday, that was the past, what kind of image did you create for yourself?”
“I don’t give a damn what anyone thinks about, never have never will…it will always be me against the world, there’s no bunkbed in my casket.”
Gibson slams the poster for the upcoming event onto the table and plops down into the chair.
“If that’s the case why do you give a damn about being in the opening match.”
“It’s just disrespectful, I’m definitely going into the hall of fame when it’s all said and done.”
“Yeah I guess…”
Gibson shoots up and glares at Kayla. “You disagree?”
“Listen you’re the only person I could trust to come with me here, I don’t know shit about this place and you’re over here already joining their side.”
“I’m not saying that, you’re here for all the wrong reasons and I just don’t have a good feeling about this, you don’t have to do this.”
“I need the money Kayla and you know that.”
“But why this way?”
“Listen stop interrogating me okay, we’re here now so there’s no going back. I just have to disperse or the lower talent completely.”
“You don’t know anything about how things operate here, the police the government none of that…let alone your opponents.”
“I’m facing a whore and a dimwit who the hell cares, I’m going to handle business just as I always do, I have bigger fish to fry…the quicker they take off my training wheels the better.”
Kayla’s phone begins to ring, she looks at the called I.D
“It’s him.”
“Tell him you’re busy.”
“I can’t do that I have to answer this.”
Kayla proceeds to answer the phone and after 30 seconds of just listening the phone conversation was over.
“They added another head.”
“Who?”
“Havok.”