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Reminiscing Animosity: Chapter Three
Topic Started: Jul 4 2007, 04:24 PM (48 Views)
Sean Madrox
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Sean is looking down at his watch just as we left him before, but when he raises his head we see a dressed and impressed man. He is decked out with a black muscle tee shirt with the words “fuck your morals” on it. He has a long pair faded black torn jeans on with a white studded belt on, and to top it off he has his aviator styled glasses on, rockerish. I think so.

He reaches for his cigarettes and places them in his back pocket for a later use, can never leave dirty habits behind. He also grabs his black skullie from the locker and slams it shut and slides it on before heading out into the corridor. In the corridor he turns right and proceeds to make his way towards the cafeteria, nothing like having a bite to eat before having a façade of wrestlers in a match across from you. He walks into the back dropped eating area and tonight on the menu seems to be a rather healthy fit night with could cuts and protein.

Sean runs down the line looking at plates of vegetables and plates of meat in a great deal of variety. He ponders for a second what he should fix himself…a sandwich or maybe cut the carbohydrates out and has a salad. The options weigh on his head for a few seconds longer before coming to the conclusion that he is going to have himself a salad. He grabs a plate and fills it with baby spinach and follows with a slew grape tomatoes, green peppers, red onions, and black olives. For meat he places two scoops of tuna and he is ready to chow down. He makes his way over to the table area, but is quickly diverted by Toby Bostock who also seems to be having lunch.


Toby: “Hey Sean, didn’t think that I would bump into you here in the Cafeteria.”

Sean: “Well aren’t you fortunate.”

Sean looks down at his plate thinking whether to throw it out and get away, but his stomach thinks otherwise and he places it down on the table and takes a seat.

Toby: “Well being that we both are having a bite to eat, I can ask you a couple of questions for my column that I am writing on this weeks coverage of the battle royale.”

Sean: “Sounds peachy.”

Sean nostrils flare as he just wants to enjoy his plate of food and be on his way.

Toby: “I noticed that earlier you went through a slew of wrestlers that you will be facing this week in the battle royale, so I devised the remaining few if you don’t mind.”

Sean: “Well aren’t you just a ready bug.”

Sean begins to pick at his grape tomatoes, practically stabbing them with a fork. Something that he wouldn’t mind doing to Toby’s eye, but that’s just thoughts or is it?

Toby: “I always wanted to know what you thought of Kailey Lane? Is she going to get the same rep that Jaime Lee and La Lesbiana Fantastica is going to get? Or do you think of her differently than the rest?”

Sean grabs the ranch dressing sitting in the middle of the table and begins to pour it all over his vegetables and plumps the grape tomato into his mouth chewing as he speaks.

Sean: “The seasoned wrestler.”

Sean continues to chew before speaking again.

Sean: “She is a trooper that’s for sure, she finally realized that she was taking the wrestling approach the wrong way by bending over backwards for the fans. I congratulate her on finally thinking long and hard, but I think its a couple months too late for to try and pull that card out of her ass.”

Toby: “What do you mean?”

Sean: “She goes rambling on and on about how she had the opportunity to win so many titles, but who in the hell cares? Seriously shut your damn mouth and make a difference don’t sit in a corner twiddling your thumbs and reminisce about the past because it is never going to come back. Then she mentions that Kennedy has something to do with her, pfft, Kennedy hasn’t been around in about a year…you think people give a shit about Kennedy. For all we know she is working a pole at Porky’s.

It is her own fault that she decided to play nice from the beginning, she made people walk over her and it’s her fault for doing it nobody else. She needs to own up to all of her mistakes and change them herself because nobody is going to shed a tear for her…maybe Ragin’ but I guess we can get to him in a few minutes.

She thinks that she makes the FIW sizzle, that is some comedy there…what has she done? Has she even captured a title worthy of talking about? I think not so as far is she is concerned she is spice, she is a tub of Crisco shortening.”


Sean goes back to his food and begins to fold a bunch of baby spinach into his mouth waiting for Toby to come up with the next on his list.

Toby: “Then there is Kiyoshi Nakahata, who seems to be on the fast-track to the top if you ask me.”

Sean: “Don’t worry I don’t think anyone is asking you about him.”

Toby: “Well what are your thoughts on him?”

Sean: “The submissionist as I like to call him, I think he has a lot of potential, but there is something about him that just doesn’t do it for him. I know maybe it’s because he is Asian, yeah I think that’s what is holding him back in this business. Maybe he can see someone to get that fixed you know…yeah.

Sean rolls his eyes clearly not wanting to say anything else about Nakahata.

Toby: “Alright moving on I guess you have things to say about Prime. I mean you do go back to Slam! with this guy anything to say about him?”

Sean: “Yeah, how in the hell did this guy come back to the FIW, I thought I sent him packing many moons ago. I still rather think that he is injecting that steroid shit in his ass, but I guess since we don’t have a wellness program that cares right?! What is there really to say about him, he thinks that he is Evolution of Excellence…hoe do you evolve when you look like that.”

Toby: “Hmmm….”

Sean: “I rest my case.”

Sean finishes the rest of his salad before sliding it over to the side.

Toby: “And finally we have Ragin’ and I know that you can speak an ear off about him.”

Sean sucks his teeth of the remaining tuna and he nods his head.

Sean: “Your right I could talk an ear off about Ragin’ but should I even bother? I mean he does seem rather tamed since I returned. He isn’t the wild card anymore, I would like to think that I have taken over that role, but many with denounce that in a heartbeat.”

Toby: “You could go on about your history with him.”

Sean: “What would be the purpose of me talking about my history, I’m pretty sure that the FIW is going to be producing a DVD on our past…just another way to make money. Wait until it comes out and there you have what happened to the both of us. Its been more than year since I have stepped foot in the same ring as the guy and I’m more eagered and ready than ever because I will personally make sure that I am the one to through that piece of shit out of the ring.”

Toby: “So there is still animosity between the both of you?

Sean: “There will always be animosity between the both of us…until my both is laid to rest I will never stop my hatred towards him.”

Toby: “Strong words Sean, you sure you mean them?”

Sean chuckles a bit as his empty black eyes close.

Sean: “More than positive.”

Sean gets up from the table and he walks away running his fingers through his jet-black hair and disappearing into the corridor.
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