Slice
11-13-2006, 05:42 PM
Are you sure this doesn’t taste like crap?
Yes! Now drink it!
James proceeds to swallow the entire red concoction in a few seconds, only to get a sick look on his face.
James: What th-
James runs to the bathroom before he gets a chance to hear the answer to his half-asked question.
Thomas: It’s tomato juice, chili, club soda and some salt.
James: You sure it’s not pure CRAP??!
Thomas: Hey! Chill out man! I’m not the one who told you to go drinking with the Bar Room Brawlers!
James: It wasn’t a night out, it was a strategy meeting!
Thomas: Most strategy meetings I go to don’t end in me drinking more than twice my weight in beer and tequila shots!
James: Shut up, please. You’re not helping my headache.
James’ phone starts ringing, and Thomas takes it and James motions with one hand out the bathroom door for Thomas to answer it.
Thomas (speaking into phone): Yes, this is James Whitman’s cell phone, Thomas speaking…
He climbs onto the bed in the hopes getting a better reception.
Thomas (still speaking into phone): Who?? Who? Speak up, please, the connection here is- ooooh… Tiffany! Yeah hey, how are ya? Didn’t I tell you to call me on my phone? What? Oh… I don’t know how that’s possible… are you sure? Yeah, this is James’ cell… Well, yeah, that’s my number but… well anyways, call me back in a bit, I still have to talk to James about it.
Thomas ends the call just as James enters the room again.
Thomas: Uh, James…
James: Yeah?
Thomas: Did you forward all my calls to your phone or something?
James: Thomas, do you remember that phone call I got from WcE headquarters about-
Thomas: THAT WAS ONE TIME!
James: Ok calm down… I know I was wrong to forward your calls but…
Thomas: It’s ok, I guess we’re even now. Meaning… you can’t get mad when I tell you this…
James, who has walked over to his suitcase and taken the Intercontinental title out and was polishing it, turned over to Thomas and looked at him with a mad stare…
Thomas: I uh, realized you haven’t uh… you know… been dating or anything lately… well… actually, for a long time now… as a matter of fact, the last time I saw you with a girl was a bit before Jacob h…
He stopped talking, and lowered his head. James did too, almost as if by reflex. They both stayed quite for a few seconds…
James: Anyways… Yeah, so I haven’t had a date in a while, so what?
Thomas: Well I just thought, you know, you must get lonely or something, so I-
James: Please tell me you didn’t-
Thomas: …called a friend of mine and-
James: I am gonna kill you…
Thomas: …set up a, uh, meeting. I mean, I really think you’ll like this girl. And if not, it’s always cool to meet new people, right?
James: You set me up for a blind date?! Look Thomas…
Thomas: Shut up and take a bath, she’ll be here in a few minutes.
James: WHAT?!
He puts down the Intercontinental title and throws the polishing cloth he was using at Thomas.
James: I have the hangover to end all hangovers, I have a few days to get ready for a match in which I’ve never worked with my partners before, PLUS we’ve got to finish working on-
Thomas: Stop it with the excuses, alright?? Look, just…calm down. I’ll go take a bath, and afterwards we’ll talk this over peacefully.
Thomas gets up and goes to the bathroom.
A few minutes later, when he gets out, there’s a note on his bed. And James is nowhere in sight.
Hey,
I’ve gone to the gym. I dunno if I can count on Jack and Jake, so I think I better train some more. I’ll catch ya later!
Trapp
Thomas: Darnit…
He crumbles up the paper and throws it in the wastebasket, then turns to his suitcase and opens it. He starts taking out a long, white piece of fabric, just as there is a knock on the door.
Come in!
The door opens, and a girl walks in. She has blonde hair (kinda ranging from light blonde to a bit darker) and green eyes. She has a brown shirt on, and gray pants. She doesn’t look to be around 35 though (James’ age).
Thomas: Hey Tiff! Yeah uh, James had to go train for his upcoming match.
Tiffany: Oh cool… Well, when will he be back?
Thomas: I dunno yet… see, he’s kinda shy.
Tiffany: Whaaat?? I can’t imagine… he’s such a talented wrestler, and having to perform in front of all those fans… I’m nervous a heck about meeting him, but I don’t see why he would be shy…
Thomas: Well, James is a complicated man. Here, take this…
Thomas hands her a ticket to the next Wildside at ALLTEL arena.
Thomas: I think I’ll be able to get you backstage before the match, so you can meet him. Strange, ever since Timmons was kidnapped I have a lot more freedom backstage…
Tiffany: How so?
Thomas: Uh... never mind. Anyways, are we going or what?
Tiffany: Sure! We can take my car.
As the 28 year old leaves to go get her car, Thomas grabs his cell phone and starts typing a message.
Thomas: Frickin’ predictive text!
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Hey J, You’re gonna meet this girl whether you want to or not… trust me, you’ll like her. Anyways, good luck at the gym, I think I’ll be out till Wednesday so I’ll meet up with you at the arena. Try not to think too much about your match; Eddie and Scott said they’ll have your back if anything goes wrong, and I’ll be there too. reVolution won’t get a chance to pull any of their dirty tricks! Anyways, catch ya in a few days!
P.S. I owe you $200!
P.P.S. You’re gonna meet Tiffany at the next Wildside… start brushing up on your socializing!
__
A few seconds later, at 1428 Merrill Dr in Powerhouse Gym…
James: That son of a b$%^&!
Yes! Now drink it!
James proceeds to swallow the entire red concoction in a few seconds, only to get a sick look on his face.
James: What th-
James runs to the bathroom before he gets a chance to hear the answer to his half-asked question.
Thomas: It’s tomato juice, chili, club soda and some salt.
James: You sure it’s not pure CRAP??!
Thomas: Hey! Chill out man! I’m not the one who told you to go drinking with the Bar Room Brawlers!
James: It wasn’t a night out, it was a strategy meeting!
Thomas: Most strategy meetings I go to don’t end in me drinking more than twice my weight in beer and tequila shots!
James: Shut up, please. You’re not helping my headache.
James’ phone starts ringing, and Thomas takes it and James motions with one hand out the bathroom door for Thomas to answer it.
Thomas (speaking into phone): Yes, this is James Whitman’s cell phone, Thomas speaking…
He climbs onto the bed in the hopes getting a better reception.
Thomas (still speaking into phone): Who?? Who? Speak up, please, the connection here is- ooooh… Tiffany! Yeah hey, how are ya? Didn’t I tell you to call me on my phone? What? Oh… I don’t know how that’s possible… are you sure? Yeah, this is James’ cell… Well, yeah, that’s my number but… well anyways, call me back in a bit, I still have to talk to James about it.
Thomas ends the call just as James enters the room again.
Thomas: Uh, James…
James: Yeah?
Thomas: Did you forward all my calls to your phone or something?
James: Thomas, do you remember that phone call I got from WcE headquarters about-
Thomas: THAT WAS ONE TIME!
James: Ok calm down… I know I was wrong to forward your calls but…
Thomas: It’s ok, I guess we’re even now. Meaning… you can’t get mad when I tell you this…
James, who has walked over to his suitcase and taken the Intercontinental title out and was polishing it, turned over to Thomas and looked at him with a mad stare…
Thomas: I uh, realized you haven’t uh… you know… been dating or anything lately… well… actually, for a long time now… as a matter of fact, the last time I saw you with a girl was a bit before Jacob h…
He stopped talking, and lowered his head. James did too, almost as if by reflex. They both stayed quite for a few seconds…
James: Anyways… Yeah, so I haven’t had a date in a while, so what?
Thomas: Well I just thought, you know, you must get lonely or something, so I-
James: Please tell me you didn’t-
Thomas: …called a friend of mine and-
James: I am gonna kill you…
Thomas: …set up a, uh, meeting. I mean, I really think you’ll like this girl. And if not, it’s always cool to meet new people, right?
James: You set me up for a blind date?! Look Thomas…
Thomas: Shut up and take a bath, she’ll be here in a few minutes.
James: WHAT?!
He puts down the Intercontinental title and throws the polishing cloth he was using at Thomas.
James: I have the hangover to end all hangovers, I have a few days to get ready for a match in which I’ve never worked with my partners before, PLUS we’ve got to finish working on-
Thomas: Stop it with the excuses, alright?? Look, just…calm down. I’ll go take a bath, and afterwards we’ll talk this over peacefully.
Thomas gets up and goes to the bathroom.
A few minutes later, when he gets out, there’s a note on his bed. And James is nowhere in sight.
Hey,
I’ve gone to the gym. I dunno if I can count on Jack and Jake, so I think I better train some more. I’ll catch ya later!
Trapp
Thomas: Darnit…
He crumbles up the paper and throws it in the wastebasket, then turns to his suitcase and opens it. He starts taking out a long, white piece of fabric, just as there is a knock on the door.
Come in!
The door opens, and a girl walks in. She has blonde hair (kinda ranging from light blonde to a bit darker) and green eyes. She has a brown shirt on, and gray pants. She doesn’t look to be around 35 though (James’ age).
Thomas: Hey Tiff! Yeah uh, James had to go train for his upcoming match.
Tiffany: Oh cool… Well, when will he be back?
Thomas: I dunno yet… see, he’s kinda shy.
Tiffany: Whaaat?? I can’t imagine… he’s such a talented wrestler, and having to perform in front of all those fans… I’m nervous a heck about meeting him, but I don’t see why he would be shy…
Thomas: Well, James is a complicated man. Here, take this…
Thomas hands her a ticket to the next Wildside at ALLTEL arena.
Thomas: I think I’ll be able to get you backstage before the match, so you can meet him. Strange, ever since Timmons was kidnapped I have a lot more freedom backstage…
Tiffany: How so?
Thomas: Uh... never mind. Anyways, are we going or what?
Tiffany: Sure! We can take my car.
As the 28 year old leaves to go get her car, Thomas grabs his cell phone and starts typing a message.
Thomas: Frickin’ predictive text!
__
Hey J, You’re gonna meet this girl whether you want to or not… trust me, you’ll like her. Anyways, good luck at the gym, I think I’ll be out till Wednesday so I’ll meet up with you at the arena. Try not to think too much about your match; Eddie and Scott said they’ll have your back if anything goes wrong, and I’ll be there too. reVolution won’t get a chance to pull any of their dirty tricks! Anyways, catch ya in a few days!
P.S. I owe you $200!
P.P.S. You’re gonna meet Tiffany at the next Wildside… start brushing up on your socializing!
__
A few seconds later, at 1428 Merrill Dr in Powerhouse Gym…
James: That son of a b$%^&!