Post by unknown on Aug 1, 2007 11:23:34 GMT -5
(Done with permission of the handler)
What the hell Zoli. What's going on?
Just shut up and get into the room. Your phones been ringing off the hook since you made your entrance out there. I finally got sick of listening to that lousy ringtone and answered it. The guy would not shut up, he kept demanding I go give you the phone, even if I had to interupt your match.
What the fuck? Ain't nobody in this world worth costing me a match just to answer a phone call. So this better be fucking good.
Listen, whoever the hell this is, this better be fucking good. I was just about to do an interview with ESPN about steroids and health issues in our sport.
Is that whats good on your end Sy? Doin up the interviews and shit, gettin your glam on, shinin up that 15 mins of fame again. Shit Sy. When you gonna learn that what your doin aint dat super no more. Sure you on a roll and all, but you ain't what you used to be.
Oh and you are? When was the last time you even wrestled a damn match? A year ago? Year and a half ago? What'd you do with your time, sit around in the "hood" and work out?
Nah man, you know me, shorties and forties. That's how I roll in da hood. Fuck that shit Sylas. You know damn well I've been runnin the gym like you asked me. Putting the recruits through hell, trying to break them down. Make them crack. Give in and give up. It's money in the bank up here.
Alright, so what do you got for me? Who do you got? A big man? Highflyer? A dominant women? A submissions master? A new tag team that could tear it up?
Nah nah nah, what I got for you is good. I got you a guy thats gonna slam people on their heads.
Ya, thats good.
He's not afraid to put his body on the line, night in and night out.
Ya, that works
He's got quite the temper when he's pissed.
How often does he get pissed? Is he gonna turn on me the minute I tell him he's no good?
Nah nah homie, this guys good, this guys HOOD!
Hood? Your sending me a fucking gangster? I don't need a fucking gangster. The last thing I need is my bottles of Alize & Crystal being stolen so "Homie" can make some thug passion cause he loves Tupac.
Hey now, don't you go disrespecting Tupac aiight. Pac was a fucking saint and aint no prodigy ass talking joke of a man is gonna outshine him.
Sorry man...fuck. What else is good?
He'll be the man with the chair, not the man hit by the chair.
So a hardcore gangster is gonna swing a chair for me all the time?
No no, you got it all wrong. Boys gonna wreck the competition for you, all you gotta do is pin the bodies afterwards.
Yo, I don't need a bodyguard
He aint protectin you.
Then what the fuck. Why would I ask you to send me someone if he isn't even gonna do the job.
Boy don't job Sylas. He don't care about wins, or losses. He wants to send a message.
Uh huh, and whats the message?
The all the pain and all the blood in the end don't add up to nothing for you, but the world for him.
See, now we're talking. THATS what I wanted to hear
Ya know I wasn't gonna leave you high and dry. I got you man. I'm holdin it down for the crew.
This means.. damn man. The three of us.. we're gonna be a virtual Triple Threat.
Run it!
Ya think so?
Shit's good. Marketable and can easily be redone.
Yeah man.. XWA, Say Hello To The TRIPLE THREAT!!!
Ya.. umm.. Tony Montana says it better. Anyway Sy, keep it hood. I'll catch ya later with the flight schedule and everything.
We got him Zoli. We got him.
Got who Sylas?
Oh you'll see, and you won't be dissapointed.
mere moments after Sylas had disposed of "The Big Man" Ethan Bain, he comes through the curtain where Zoli was waiting for him with his cell phone. She grabs his arm and starts pulling him away from the reporters and media in the back in a hurry
What the hell Zoli. What's going on?
Just shut up and get into the room. Your phones been ringing off the hook since you made your entrance out there. I finally got sick of listening to that lousy ringtone and answered it. The guy would not shut up, he kept demanding I go give you the phone, even if I had to interupt your match.
What the fuck? Ain't nobody in this world worth costing me a match just to answer a phone call. So this better be fucking good.
They slide into their locker room and Sylas puts the phone to his ear
Listen, whoever the hell this is, this better be fucking good. I was just about to do an interview with ESPN about steroids and health issues in our sport.
Is that whats good on your end Sy? Doin up the interviews and shit, gettin your glam on, shinin up that 15 mins of fame again. Shit Sy. When you gonna learn that what your doin aint dat super no more. Sure you on a roll and all, but you ain't what you used to be.
Oh and you are? When was the last time you even wrestled a damn match? A year ago? Year and a half ago? What'd you do with your time, sit around in the "hood" and work out?
Nah man, you know me, shorties and forties. That's how I roll in da hood. Fuck that shit Sylas. You know damn well I've been runnin the gym like you asked me. Putting the recruits through hell, trying to break them down. Make them crack. Give in and give up. It's money in the bank up here.
Alright, so what do you got for me? Who do you got? A big man? Highflyer? A dominant women? A submissions master? A new tag team that could tear it up?
Nah nah nah, what I got for you is good. I got you a guy thats gonna slam people on their heads.
Ya, thats good.
He's not afraid to put his body on the line, night in and night out.
Ya, that works
He's got quite the temper when he's pissed.
How often does he get pissed? Is he gonna turn on me the minute I tell him he's no good?
Nah nah homie, this guys good, this guys HOOD!
Hood? Your sending me a fucking gangster? I don't need a fucking gangster. The last thing I need is my bottles of Alize & Crystal being stolen so "Homie" can make some thug passion cause he loves Tupac.
Hey now, don't you go disrespecting Tupac aiight. Pac was a fucking saint and aint no prodigy ass talking joke of a man is gonna outshine him.
Sorry man...fuck. What else is good?
He'll be the man with the chair, not the man hit by the chair.
So a hardcore gangster is gonna swing a chair for me all the time?
No no, you got it all wrong. Boys gonna wreck the competition for you, all you gotta do is pin the bodies afterwards.
Yo, I don't need a bodyguard
He aint protectin you.
Then what the fuck. Why would I ask you to send me someone if he isn't even gonna do the job.
Boy don't job Sylas. He don't care about wins, or losses. He wants to send a message.
Uh huh, and whats the message?
The all the pain and all the blood in the end don't add up to nothing for you, but the world for him.
See, now we're talking. THATS what I wanted to hear
Ya know I wasn't gonna leave you high and dry. I got you man. I'm holdin it down for the crew.
This means.. damn man. The three of us.. we're gonna be a virtual Triple Threat.
Run it!
Ya think so?
Shit's good. Marketable and can easily be redone.
Yeah man.. XWA, Say Hello To The TRIPLE THREAT!!!
Ya.. umm.. Tony Montana says it better. Anyway Sy, keep it hood. I'll catch ya later with the flight schedule and everything.
They hang up the phone and Sylas turns to Zoli with the biggest smile ever.
We got him Zoli. We got him.
Got who Sylas?
Oh you'll see, and you won't be dissapointed.
The scene fades to black as Sylas begins jotting down ideas for "III Threat" shirts and promotional ideas