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Post by Ryan Cooke on May 11, 2009 23:18:47 GMT -6
Good luck to both!
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Post by teamelite on May 18, 2009 16:47:11 GMT -6
May 15, 2009
Quincy, Massachusetts
"Chris, Carlos... let's go it going."
[Daniel Corey shouted down the hallway of the apartment he shared with his partner, Chris Butler. Dressed in a black polo, blue jeans and a white pair of Adidas sandals, he looked very comfortable. He shook his head as Chris Butler emerged from his bedroom door frame, in a pair of black jean shorts, a wifebeater and a a backwards red and white Red Sox fitted cap. The beater was several sizes too small for the muscular frame of the Team ELITE member, but he did not mind.]
"What the hell is C-Rod doing?"
[Butler pointed down the hallway to the closed bathroom door at the end of the walkway. A loud flush was overheard, then the flow of water from the sick before the door opened. Rodriguez stepped out of the bathroom in a pair of khaki slacks, a wifebeater and an unbuttoned navy blue dress shirt with matching Nike sneakers.]
"Are you shitting me, Carlos. You come to my crib and shit in my pot? Are you for serious?"
[Corey fanned in front of his face as Rodriguez swaggered past him. He gagged a little as the smell got to him. C-Rod stood beside Butler as they looked on at their comrade.]
"Alright, enough of this... this shit. We got to get to the club."
[Corey shook his head as he went to leave the apartment with the other two in tow.]
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Club ULTRA
Providence, Rhode Island
"What the hell is up, bitches!"
[Daniel Corey slid behind two young women, barely even eighteen, one was latina the other a blonde white girl. His style, while cocky, was just lame as the girls just giggled to themselves as Corey tried to offer them a sip of his Sam Adams, which both declined.]
"What it is, look what I spy aqui. I got me a quesadilla and some white bread waiting for me to butter the biscuit."
[Simultaneously, both women slap him across the face, sandwiching his cheeks nearly together. He shook it off as they walked away. Corey strutted onward back to the booth on the side, where under the red and blue lights sat his friends.]
"Don't sweat it, honky."
[Carlos laughed it up while he was relaxing with a supermodel looking brunette under each arm and a bottle of Patron silver in his hand. Butler, across the table, had a pair of redhead twins kissing on his cheeks and neck, with a few empty beer bottles scattered before them.]
"Man, fuck them hoes. Don't they know who the fuck I am? I'm Daniel mother fucking Corey, bitch. These hoes better recognize, man."
[Corey slammed him beer down on the table, with a quick splash exiting the neck of the brown glass bottle. He looked dejected as he eyed his partner cuddling up with the pick of the litter.]
"Look, Dee, chill out. You're over reacting man, this ain't no big deal."
[Corey looked to the right, directly into the eyes of the Puerto Rican.]
"This type of shit happens all the time, dude. What is wrong with me?"
[Butler just shook his head as the twins started rubbing their hands up and down his chest and arms. Corey pushed himself up, no longer leaning on the table.]
"You know what, I'm going to do whatever it takes to get in the pants of each and every slut in this joint. I'm going to stack up all the belts I can, be the biggest star this place has ever seen, and I'm going to do it now."
[Corey took a step back, nearly knocking over some skinny white dude in a Patriots jersey and blue jeans.]
"These people will beg me to step foot in this place."
[Corey turned around and walked towards the exit, to figure it all out.]
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Post by demetrius on May 22, 2009 10:08:03 GMT -6
In all fighting, the direct method may be used for joining battle, but indirect methods will be needed in order to secure victory. In battle, there are not more than two methods of attack.. the direct and the indirect; yet these two in combination give rise to an endless series of maneuvers.
-Sun Tzu
“With the trios tournament over and done with I now know the challenge that I face ahead of me. A man by the name of Daniel Corey. Once a former lackey of C.J. Rowell now turned “leader” of the pack, when he decided to beat up Rowell and sign his contract to face me instead of Rowell the former champion. I have beat Daniel Corey before, and that was when I was prepared for Rowell, but this time Daniel I am fully prepared for you and I am going to make shorter work of you then I did the first time around. I can promise you that.”
(We open with Demetrius Burrell sitting with his wife Tasha, he smiles in her direction as she is holding their baby daughter Ciana.)
“Babe, you really think you should be feeding her this late at night?”
(Tasha looks over at Demetrius and just nods.)
“Alright, well mommie always gets the last call anyway.”
(Tasha looks at Demetrius once again as she cracks a smile.)
“You damn right I do, so are you all ready for your title defense against Daniel Corey this week”
(Demetrius nods as a frown goes over his face.)
“What's wrong honey?”
“I really was hoping that, that little turd stain Daniel Corey wouldn't have one the match.”
(Tasha looks at Demetrius confused.)
“Why is that baby?”
(Demetrius looks at Tasha with a very stern look on his face, he takes a deep breath.)
“Cause babe, a man that would turn on one of his own doesn't deserve a shot at the main prize in PPW.”
(Demetrius sighs.)
“Sad thing is there is really nothing I can do about it. He got the pin in the trios finale, so I have to give him a shot, I was just really hoping I could face someone with a little honor and respect instead of some little arrogant punk.”
(Tasha just simply nods.)
“I can understand what your saying babe, but he won like you said, so he actually earned the shot this time. You just gotta make sure you shut him down just like you did before.”
(Demetrius nods.)
“True, but who knows what he is going to try this time, he got beat once and I know damn well that he isn't going to go down without a fight.”
“Your probably right, you just have to be ready for anything and everything, and at all cost you can't think about Rockwell for one second. Your focus has to be on nothing but Daniel Corey.”
(Demetrius looks at Tasha with a fire in his eyes.)
“I'm not thinking about that old man at the moment.”
“Right, Dee I know how you are. I know your going to go out there at Showdown and try to make short work of Daniel Corey just to prove something to Rockwell.”
(Demetrius shakes his head no, but he knows his wife is right, when someone calls him out he has to do everything in his power to prove them wrong. It's just the way he is.)
“ I hate to say this but your wrong babe.”
(Tasha rolls her eyes.)
“I'm not stupid Dee, Rockwell has gotten to you. He is in your head and that is going to throw you off your game if you can't focus on the task ahead of you.”
(Demetrius sighs.)
“I have everything under control, Rockwell hasn't gotten to me. At least not yet, the only thing I am focused on is beating Daniel Corey and retaining the PPW title. That is the only thing that matters to me right now, I can deal with Rockwell and his big mouth later.”
(Tasha nods.)
“I hope your serious about that, cause if I remember right if you do stay focused and beat Corey like I know you can. You will get your chance to shut Rockwell up, cause he gets the winner of your match.”
(Demetrius smirks now.)
“I can't wait until I can get my hands on Rockwell and shut him up for good. That is more reason for me to run through Daniel Corey like a freight train. Nothing is going to stop me from kicking a little ass and earning some respect.”
(Tasha nods once again.)
“Just make sure you keep your focus, and then when you finally meet Rockwell you can let all hell break loose and show no mercy.”
(Demetrius's smirk now turns into a full blown smile.)
“After I beat Corey, and I meet Rockwell it's on babe, I am going to shut the critics up for good.”
(Demetrius continues to flap his gums and the scene.)
FADES TO BLACK
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