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Post by kade on Mar 27, 2007 19:17:29 GMT -5
After his loss to Jimmy Ames, Lucas had stormed off to the backstage area to clear his mind. Its been a few hours since that time and he's moderately level tempered now. The headlights of his black Aston Martin V12 Vanquish S..[/i]  pierce through the night. Damn thats a sweet ride. Nevertheless though Lucas zips through the nighttime, its his week off so why not just take some time to relax and figure out a "gameplan" of sorts. He drives through the streets that are surprisingly not to crowded. Sure March Madness pulled a huge crowd but people should be back into the usual swing of things shouldn't they? Of course none of this matters at the moment during Lucas' drive. He just wants time away from it all...some time to be himself, some time to be real. Alone or not he needs that time. The beach seems to be fairly empty so he parks his car and walks out onto the sandy stretch. The moon lights a single streak of white light down the water and Lucas traces the line with his eyes silently. He finds a spot on the beach and sits down, just clearing his mind and soaking in the sounds of the ocean...until that sound is interrupted by the sounds of sand crunching underneath someones feet. Who it could be...who knows? So of course Lucas turns to find out.[/i]
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Post by Keith Wyle on Mar 27, 2007 19:23:36 GMT -5
"Yo"
Keith says as he was here at the same time lementing over his loss too. Even though he left with the crowd on their feet he still didn't win
"Came to clear your head too,huh"
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Post by kade on Mar 27, 2007 19:45:59 GMT -5
Finally, someone who isn't after Lucas' damn neck. He looks up to the sky and watches as a plane flies overhead.[/i]
Yeah...ya know, that Ames guy still is all talk. The ref must be loving the grand I dropped him before the match. Lord knows that if I were to unleash some massive streak already that the ratings wouldn't peak just as high as they should. Gotta do whats best for the company I suppose.[/color]
But then again perhaps its fitting for Lucas to not have the Pure Belt, since he's not exactly a "pure" individual. Saying this is proven correct as Lucas pulls a pack of smokes out of his pocket and takes one out, lights in and proceeds to do what any other smoker in North America would do with one...he smokes it. He holds out the pack to Keith.[/i]
You want one?
Lucas doesn't even know if Keith smokes...he doesn't even know if Keith likes him at all...but he's here and the offer stands.[/i]
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Post by Keith Wyle on Mar 27, 2007 19:54:37 GMT -5
"Nah but thanks anyway"
Keith says as waves it off looking out into the ocean, hearing the waves crash against the rock always calmed him no matter what happened he always could count on the waves, his best friend.
"I wouldn't worry bout it too much duke I mean you didn't lose in your hometown by submission"
Keith couldn't let it go, he tapped like Savion Glover on a Saturday night show.
"Damn"
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Post by kade on Mar 27, 2007 19:59:08 GMT -5
Lucas shrugs and buries the pack of coffin nails (as his mother would call them) back into his pocket. He exhales a cloud of smoke and laughs a bit at Keith's dismay.[/i]
Yeah thats true...but then again you didn't lose to an inbred cowboy.
Lucas takes another drag and chuckles to himself as he blows the smoke out his nose. Bad habit but it takes the edge off of things...and it relaxes him, so its no guess why he's smoking right now is it?[/i]
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Post by Keith Wyle on Mar 27, 2007 20:05:46 GMT -5
Well when you look at it that way then we're alright then"
Keith and Lucas laugh at that one as they went back to the ocean.
"I don't know about you but I have got to find a way out of this rut"
Keith shook his head as he thought about his debut and his hometown performance both of them were terrible...
"Double damn"
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Post by kade on Mar 27, 2007 20:37:14 GMT -5
It seems as though its turning into a game of "no...I suck way more then you do".[/i]
Well I guess you suck then.
Lucas takes a drag and butts out the cigarette, grounding it into the sand. He looks over to Keith who didn't seem to take the joke lightly.[/i]
Its just sand, its not like people eat off of it.
Keith's expression doesn't change in the slightest.[/i]
Okay okay I was kidding about the whole you sucking thing. Haven't you already beat that Kayn guy once though? So what if he beat you tonight. Just cut something on him, we both know he can't work the mic at all. Once you've done that remember, when your opponent's face is in the mud...its okay to put your foot on the back of his head. Ground in the fact that he can't take you twice in a row. Personally I'd say knock his ass out but thats just me.
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Post by Keith Wyle on Mar 27, 2007 20:47:01 GMT -5
"I'm not worried bout gettin a rematch, I'm pretty sure rock -opera will come out and issue a tie-breaker challenge"
Keith says as he continues to look out into the ocean, he still didn't like that you suck crack but hey Lucas lost too so he had to take out on someone.
"I'll come out and piss the crowd off like I normally do I'm still good at that"
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Post by kade on Mar 28, 2007 11:45:57 GMT -5
Yeah...we may lose...but at least we can still piss people off.
Lucas gives a slight shrug as a car whips by the spot where both men are. Lucas figures that Keith may still be pissed off slightly by the wise crack of Lucas...so he doesn't say anything to change it or apologize as most would. A little tension is what keeps everyone in touch with reality.[/i]
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Post by Keith Wyle on Mar 28, 2007 14:08:38 GMT -5
"yeah we do"
Keith says as his phone rings
"yea, what do you want"
The voice responds as Keith turns towards Lucas and makes the blah, blah, blah motion with his hand when he turn back to the phone
"Boy what the fuck you want
Keith sees Lucas jump slightly as he curses out of the corner of his eye. The voice on the phone gets louder as Keith does
"YO IF YOU DON'T LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE"
Keith then hangs up the phone as he turns to Lucas
"Lucas man I gotta get outta here the ocean ain't doing it anymore, I'll see you around"
With that Keith and Lucas slap hands and Keith leaves...
Exit stage up...up...yea up
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Post by kade on Mar 28, 2007 14:15:16 GMT -5
As Keith walks away Lucas lies back on the sand and places his hands under his head, staring up at the night sky. Keith may have left but who knows how many other superstars come to the beach to unwind. For all Lucas knows the whole roster could end up arriving there. He turns on his iPod and puts the earphones in and lets the sounds of Bittersweet Symphony by The Verve assist in the clearing of his mind, until he can make out the familiar sound of someone walking over to him yet again.[/i]
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