Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2006 17:20:05 GMT -5
It feels odd being in the WFWF arena knowing that Drakz runs this place now. Not that it looks any different, not that anything in the setting up of the WFWF arenas is any different but there is a feeling that wasn't here before. Everyone I walk past knows I'm here to see Drakz and most of the people here don't hold him or Kyzer in the highest regard. Everyone I walk past tries not to make it obvious but I can hear them muttering under their breath. I'm seen as a common enemy just because I associate myself with the owners. Luckily I don't often come to the arena to meet Drakz. I think this is the door. I glance at the name plate and it reads “W.C” OK wrong door. Now that has thrown me off, I've lost my bearings a little now. Hang on. Why would a toilet door have a spy hole in it? I push down on the door's handle and feel the door get pulled away from me and opened. Standing there is Drakz with the same stupid grin as normal. His pupils are far from normal sized, which seems to be becoming a regularity with him, and his nose still has a rolled up note hanging from it. I think to question why his office has the toilet sign on it but then consider the fact that he probably doesn't know either. He doesn't welcome me with any kind of verbal greeting in fact he barely acknowledges me before taking himself back over to the sofa. I close the door behind me and take a deep breath before heading over to join Drakz on the sofas. I sit opposite him and can do nothing but sit and watch as he pulls the note from his nostril and tries to gather his mind.
Drakz - “Jeee whiz that's nice.”
I have no idea what he's talking about and I know too well to try asking. I take a look around the room as Drakz coughs and wheezes. The room itself is large but this may be accentuated by the minimalistic style of furniture. There are the two leather sofas that myself and Drakz are sat on, the glass coffee table, although I am sure it has never been used to hold coffee mugs, a projector and a number of other electronical devices. Drakz sees me looking at the projector and feels he should explain himself.
Drakz - “Why have a huge, expensive TV when you can have a bigger projection?”
I look back at him and he seems to think he is in a fit state to discuss his next match with me. I say discuss, I'm just going to get told a load of drugged up nonsense that might touch on his match but then again it might not. Ah well.
Drakz - “I don't care to much for all that.....Hang on. What was I on about? Damn I hate it when that happens.”
By the sounds of things Drakz is far from ready to be doing this but no doubt he's going to anyway.
Drakz - “Yeah so how about the main events at Superbr....”
On that note Kyzer enters the room with a mad look in his red eyes. He looks to be as out of it as Drakz is as he jumps over the back of the sofa and right onto Drakz, neither of them expecting to collide with the other. They laugh it off and Drakz sits up to make room for him. Kyzer looks up and sees me.
Kyzer - “I'd apologize for interrupting but by the looks of things there was nothing to interrupt.”
Drakz - “I forgot was I was saying anyway”
Kyzer - “Yeah that's why I came back.”
Drakz - “From where?”
Kyzer - “I forget”
Drakz reaches under the sofa and pulls out a wooden box that looks similar to a back gammon set in size. It has a number of carvings on its faces but I don't have enough time to see detail as Drakz flips the lid open revealing its contents. A number of clear bags lie inside, each filled with white powder. To the side of the bags sits a large bud of marijuana from which Drakz breaks a pinch off and puts down next to the box. He then sits right back and lets out a gust of breath and his eyes close. Kyzer laughs and grabs a bag from the box to begin making up 4 more lines. Drakz runs his hands down his face and opens his eyes again before staring right at me.
Drakz - “Did we finish?”
Kyzer then speaks without drawing his attention from cutting up the powder.
Kyzer - “You didn't start”
Drakz - “Didn't start what?”
Kyzer than looks up at Drakz and smiles. Drakz bursts out laughing and Kyzer does the same. Through his childish giggles he manages to talk.
Kyzer - “I don't know”
Drakz and Kyzer manage to stop laughing and Drakz looks back at me.
Drakz - “Right. Christ this is so hard. If I forget while I'm talking please bare with me.”
Kyzer then elbows Drakz and hands him a note. Kyzer is sniffing and 2 of the lines have gone, I'm assuming up his nose. Drakz takes the note and uses it to inhale one of the lines he then drops the note on the table.
Drakz - “Let me try and say this before I have that one.”
Kyzer nods and picks up the marijuana from the table and goes about making a joint.
Drakz - “I don't really know what you want me to say. Erm. Trent's a c*nt. Josh's a c*nt. The Anointed are a bunch of c*nts. Obo's a c*nt.”
The whole time he speaks this obscenities he counts each person on his fingers.
Drakz - “Meg and Morgan make incest porn. Some other people are c*nts but I don't remember them. Oh yeah Yukio, he's a c*nt. An annoying little c*nt at that. He just wont take a hint that he is a crappy wrestler and can't step up to me, ever.”
Kyzer - “Aren't you facing him on Odium?”
Drakz - “Who?”
Kyzer - “Yukio. HAHA I'm so glad my brain doesn't get as fried as yours on this crap.”
Drakz - “Yeah but what you gonna do? What was I on about then?”
Kyzer - “HAHAHAHA! Your match with Yukio”
Drakz - “Oh right yeah. I really don't see why there is any talk about this match being a real clash or anything. I don't give a toss if some jobber has a problem with how me and Michael run this place. He wants to step on my toes and talk to my dick I have no problem at all with that. He makes my job that little more fun by storming into my office and crying in my face, and being dumb enough to fall for my little pranks. I wonder how his stings are feeling?”
Kyzer laughs as he tries to light the joint, blowing the lighter's flame out.
Drakz - “I've got to say though I haven't had a match in a long long time that is gonna be this much fun. It's gonna be like having a kick about at school all over again. In fact...........f*ck......my memory is so bad.”
Kyzer blows smoke out of his nose and passes the spliff to Drakz.
Kyzer - “Here have some of that it might clear your head a bit.”
Drakz takes it from Kyzer's hand and begins to puff away before handing it back to Kyzer
Drakz - “Cheers man. What was I on about though?”
Kyzer gets up and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a receipt and picks up a pen from the table. He then jots something down and hands it to Drakz.
Drakz - “HAHA again, cheers mate. Right as I was saying......I think. Yukio is a c*nt. End of. He is fun to play with, he is fun to listen to but like most things they start to lose their touch after a while. Things get a little repetitive. A little boring........”
Drakz looks at me blankly before glancing at the receipt and remembering what he was talking about.
Drakz - “All this revolution balls is......oh f*ck it I can't be arsed with this.”
I look around feeling a little awkward not knowing what to do but then Kyzer motions toward the door with his head so I get up and begin to walk toward it. On my way Kyzer taps me on my back. I turn around and he is offering me the joint. I smile and shake my head and he shrugs before taking another toke. Christ Drakz is a wreck head. How did some one like that get into a position of any power?
OOC - I quite enjoyed doing this as I had myself laughing throughout writing it. Read and reply folks.
Drakz - “Jeee whiz that's nice.”
I have no idea what he's talking about and I know too well to try asking. I take a look around the room as Drakz coughs and wheezes. The room itself is large but this may be accentuated by the minimalistic style of furniture. There are the two leather sofas that myself and Drakz are sat on, the glass coffee table, although I am sure it has never been used to hold coffee mugs, a projector and a number of other electronical devices. Drakz sees me looking at the projector and feels he should explain himself.
Drakz - “Why have a huge, expensive TV when you can have a bigger projection?”
I look back at him and he seems to think he is in a fit state to discuss his next match with me. I say discuss, I'm just going to get told a load of drugged up nonsense that might touch on his match but then again it might not. Ah well.
Drakz - “I don't care to much for all that.....Hang on. What was I on about? Damn I hate it when that happens.”
By the sounds of things Drakz is far from ready to be doing this but no doubt he's going to anyway.
Drakz - “Yeah so how about the main events at Superbr....”
On that note Kyzer enters the room with a mad look in his red eyes. He looks to be as out of it as Drakz is as he jumps over the back of the sofa and right onto Drakz, neither of them expecting to collide with the other. They laugh it off and Drakz sits up to make room for him. Kyzer looks up and sees me.
Kyzer - “I'd apologize for interrupting but by the looks of things there was nothing to interrupt.”
Drakz - “I forgot was I was saying anyway”
Kyzer - “Yeah that's why I came back.”
Drakz - “From where?”
Kyzer - “I forget”
Drakz reaches under the sofa and pulls out a wooden box that looks similar to a back gammon set in size. It has a number of carvings on its faces but I don't have enough time to see detail as Drakz flips the lid open revealing its contents. A number of clear bags lie inside, each filled with white powder. To the side of the bags sits a large bud of marijuana from which Drakz breaks a pinch off and puts down next to the box. He then sits right back and lets out a gust of breath and his eyes close. Kyzer laughs and grabs a bag from the box to begin making up 4 more lines. Drakz runs his hands down his face and opens his eyes again before staring right at me.
Drakz - “Did we finish?”
Kyzer then speaks without drawing his attention from cutting up the powder.
Kyzer - “You didn't start”
Drakz - “Didn't start what?”
Kyzer than looks up at Drakz and smiles. Drakz bursts out laughing and Kyzer does the same. Through his childish giggles he manages to talk.
Kyzer - “I don't know”
Drakz and Kyzer manage to stop laughing and Drakz looks back at me.
Drakz - “Right. Christ this is so hard. If I forget while I'm talking please bare with me.”
Kyzer then elbows Drakz and hands him a note. Kyzer is sniffing and 2 of the lines have gone, I'm assuming up his nose. Drakz takes the note and uses it to inhale one of the lines he then drops the note on the table.
Drakz - “Let me try and say this before I have that one.”
Kyzer nods and picks up the marijuana from the table and goes about making a joint.
Drakz - “I don't really know what you want me to say. Erm. Trent's a c*nt. Josh's a c*nt. The Anointed are a bunch of c*nts. Obo's a c*nt.”
The whole time he speaks this obscenities he counts each person on his fingers.
Drakz - “Meg and Morgan make incest porn. Some other people are c*nts but I don't remember them. Oh yeah Yukio, he's a c*nt. An annoying little c*nt at that. He just wont take a hint that he is a crappy wrestler and can't step up to me, ever.”
Kyzer - “Aren't you facing him on Odium?”
Drakz - “Who?”
Kyzer - “Yukio. HAHA I'm so glad my brain doesn't get as fried as yours on this crap.”
Drakz - “Yeah but what you gonna do? What was I on about then?”
Kyzer - “HAHAHAHA! Your match with Yukio”
Drakz - “Oh right yeah. I really don't see why there is any talk about this match being a real clash or anything. I don't give a toss if some jobber has a problem with how me and Michael run this place. He wants to step on my toes and talk to my dick I have no problem at all with that. He makes my job that little more fun by storming into my office and crying in my face, and being dumb enough to fall for my little pranks. I wonder how his stings are feeling?”
Kyzer laughs as he tries to light the joint, blowing the lighter's flame out.
Drakz - “I've got to say though I haven't had a match in a long long time that is gonna be this much fun. It's gonna be like having a kick about at school all over again. In fact...........f*ck......my memory is so bad.”
Kyzer blows smoke out of his nose and passes the spliff to Drakz.
Kyzer - “Here have some of that it might clear your head a bit.”
Drakz takes it from Kyzer's hand and begins to puff away before handing it back to Kyzer
Drakz - “Cheers man. What was I on about though?”
Kyzer gets up and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a receipt and picks up a pen from the table. He then jots something down and hands it to Drakz.
Drakz - “HAHA again, cheers mate. Right as I was saying......I think. Yukio is a c*nt. End of. He is fun to play with, he is fun to listen to but like most things they start to lose their touch after a while. Things get a little repetitive. A little boring........”
Drakz looks at me blankly before glancing at the receipt and remembering what he was talking about.
Drakz - “All this revolution balls is......oh f*ck it I can't be arsed with this.”
I look around feeling a little awkward not knowing what to do but then Kyzer motions toward the door with his head so I get up and begin to walk toward it. On my way Kyzer taps me on my back. I turn around and he is offering me the joint. I smile and shake my head and he shrugs before taking another toke. Christ Drakz is a wreck head. How did some one like that get into a position of any power?
OOC - I quite enjoyed doing this as I had myself laughing throughout writing it. Read and reply folks.
