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| Emergency in Gloucestershire; [Liam mortell] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 27 2007, 09:16 PM (54 Views) | |
| Liam | Jul 27 2007, 09:16 PM Post #1 |
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A coach rolls into the area, close to the luxury FIW coaches provided as temporary locker rooms. This coach is, however, the opposite of luxury. Whilst it is not particularly old, it seems that the people have been crammed into to as many seats as the coach company could fit without braking applicable laws. It stops after driving a short while, and the door swings open, a voice yells out from inside, obviously trying to speak over the dull roar of the voices of everyone onboard. “JUST SIT DOWN! NO, NO ONE GETS OFF THE COACH UNTIL I SAY SO. JUST STAY HERE UNTIL I GET BACK.” Out of the door steps a man, dressed in a yellow polo shirt, white linen three-quarter lengths, and some sandals. Clasped in his right hand is the Fighting Spirit Championship, dangling loosely and flapping about as he walks away from the coach. In his left hand, and pressed against his head is a mobile phone. Liam is talking animatedly, and looks flustered and annoyed. We move in closer as Liam is approached by Jeff Noon. Liam is still talking on the phone and, although he is speaking too quietly for us to hear it all, we pick out the odd few words. Liam: “…only enough for twelve?” Some more inaudible talking, before we can hear another snippet. Liam: “…so there’s no way that… OK. I understand. Thanks for your help.” Liam takes the phone from his ear, snaps it shut to disconnect the call then opens it again, pulling a sheet of paper and pen out of his pocket with a spare couple of fingers he ignores Noon. He scribbles out something off the paper, and begins to starting dialling another number that must be written on the sheet. Jeff attempts to speak, but Liam continues to begin the call, holding the phone once more to his ear. Jeff: “Liam, I was wondering where you’ve been for the past few days. Your match for your title it coming up very shortly and…” Jeff trails off as he realises Liam is giving him one of the most evil glances that we have seen from the usually quite pleasant Cheltonian. Liam snaps his phone shut again, but does not take his eyes of Noon. Liam: “You’ve been wondering where I’ve been, have you, Jeff? No listened to any news from England, then, I take it?” Noon shakes his head, a little taken aback with the acidic sharpness of Liam’s speech. Liam: “My home county of Gloucestershire got rained on, heavily, flash floods everywhere. Of course the bloody water substation lies on a flood plain. All of the water for us in Cheltenham, Gloucester and Tewkesbury is out. So I did what I thought was the most sensible thing.” Jeff gives a look, as if to ask ‘which was?’ but seems afraid to ask it. Liam, as if sensing this continues on with his explanation of his apparent disappearance. Liam: “I couldn’t let all my friends and family stay in the area when there wasn’t going to be any water until what it looking to be the Sunday after this. So I thought it would a great idea to bring everyone with me.” Liam gestures to the jam-packed coach. There is a loud noise from within, as the people onboard are getting restless. Liam: “My parents, aunties, uncles, nieces, nephews, great nieces, great nephews, my wife, kids, and my entire group of friends and their immediate families. Everyone.” Jeff: “And your brother?” Jeff suggests, in a joking manner, chuckling a little. Liam: “No.” Liam’s harshness really exudes in the word. He doesn’t want to ‘play along’ with Jeff’s joke. It tells of the rift between him and his brother that we have not heard of before. Or have we? Liam: “Little did I know how difficult it would be to get everyone together on a plane and over hear. It was a logistical nightmare. You can see why, I am a little stressed. A coach containing fifty of my nearest and dearest and at the moment there is nowhere for them to stay.” Jeff: “Can’t they just sort it out themselves?” Jeff asked, but knew soon after that it was a stupid question to ask Liam, and regretted it. Liam: “What kind of person do you think I am, Noon? Bring everyone over to America. To a country where half of them have never been and just tell them all to sort out their own hotel? Maybe that’s something you’d do, but not me.” Jeff: “But what about your match?” Liam: “I’ll be there, I’ll wrestle, and I’ll do my best to keep this title in my hands but that’s all I can do. There is no point talking about my opponents because I have no idea what any of them have been saying about me. Until I get my family sorted, and have seen what they’ve said about me I’m not going to say anything.” Liam looks back at the coach now, a little worried about what might be going on inside, and what costs may be incurred if anything is damaged. Jeff: “But you know that Elrick has been replaced?” Liam: “Oh?” Liam replies, not entirely with it nor caring. Liam: “Look Jeff, I’ve got to go. The sooner I can get this sorted, the quicker I can get on to doing a little bit of preparing for my match. If you’ll excuse me.” He turns around and begins to walk towards the coach again. Jeff: “Don’t you want to hear who he’s been replaced by?” On this final word Jeff reaches out to grab the right shoulder, which turns out to be the worst mistake of the entire confrontation as Liam flinches as an automatic reaction, causing the FSC to fly up and the edge of the leather belt to inadvertently hit Jeff in the face. Noon drops the microphone as he falls down, clutching his face. Liam walks on towards the coach, his mind on more pressing matters than a pathetic interviewer. |
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