Post by EmbodimentOfFear on Jul 6, 2010 12:57:24 GMT -5
The victim of a heinous assault, Phrixus lies pinned underneath a chair which has been glued to the floor. He struggles to free himself, but is unable to assert the necessarily leverage. He remains the prisoner of his former pupil, until he is visited by an unlikely guest.
“Well, if it isn’t Scared.”
In the doorway stands Robert Ooley, the UGWC director of Human Resources, himself a former LWF World Champion, as well as the former LWF Commissioner. As always, he carries his trusted Louisville Slugger baseball bat, a weapon which has been introduced to victim after victim over the years.
“What do you want?
“Just came by to have a little chat.”
“I’m a little busy.”
“So I’ve noticed.”
Ooley enters the room and taps the chair with the end of his bat.
“Old Bob doesn’t just manage HR around here, I’m also a viewer. I saw what happened to you earlier tonight. You let the kid get the drop on you, let him do to you what you used to always do to everybody else.”
“I taught him everything he knows.”
“Or maybe you’re just slipping.”
Ooley takes a seat on the chair, his back to Fear’s face.
“I remember when you had the entire locker room constantly looking back over their shoulders. Of course, I also remember when you ran around smacking people with a striped bass.”
“I remember when you wore the patch on the other eye.”
“It itches if you leave it in one place too long.”
Ooley taps his bat on his palm and stares at it for a moment.
“What are you still doing here?”
“It’s glued to the floor.”
“I mean here, in UGWC. Our time passed a long time ago, you and I. Everyone from the old days has moved on. Tuscon, Iceboy, FoolJ, Arelost, Seiko, even Crock himself. They’ve all gotten out of the game. Even your old running buddy. What’s Hernandez up to these days?”
“It’s not my turn to watch him.”
“So why do you still do it?”
“You’re still here.”
“I sit behind a desk and come out when I want to hit somebody with Louis here. It’s a little different than being knocked through the Hall of Mirrors and chasing around idiots with ring bells. Look at this week. You’ve got to team with Ibuki. Don’t like the way he looks at me, that one.”
“Are you going to let me up or not?”
“Yeah, okay.”
Ooley stands and faces the chair, lightly touching the bat to it.
“Hold still.”
Ooley winds up with the bat and swings, shattering the chair. Phrixus is able to break free and slowly stands, dusting himself off.
“I have no problem teaming with Raenius, just as I have no issue with him returning and being named as another possible challenger. After all, he could provide the perfect distraction.”
Ooley, his tongue out and to the side, begins to wind up for a swing at Phrixus directly, but Phrixus turns around and Ooley smoothly drops the bat and tucks his arms behind his back.
“Hastings has my property, and I’ll have it back.”
Phrixus glances down at the dropped bat.
“I should think you’ve taken enough chances in your career, wouldn’t you agree?”
Phrixus takes a step backwards towards the door, and turns away and walks out as Ooley picks the bat back up, a smile on his face.
“Sucker.”
“Well, if it isn’t Scared.”
In the doorway stands Robert Ooley, the UGWC director of Human Resources, himself a former LWF World Champion, as well as the former LWF Commissioner. As always, he carries his trusted Louisville Slugger baseball bat, a weapon which has been introduced to victim after victim over the years.
“What do you want?
“Just came by to have a little chat.”
“I’m a little busy.”
“So I’ve noticed.”
Ooley enters the room and taps the chair with the end of his bat.
“Old Bob doesn’t just manage HR around here, I’m also a viewer. I saw what happened to you earlier tonight. You let the kid get the drop on you, let him do to you what you used to always do to everybody else.”
“I taught him everything he knows.”
“Or maybe you’re just slipping.”
Ooley takes a seat on the chair, his back to Fear’s face.
“I remember when you had the entire locker room constantly looking back over their shoulders. Of course, I also remember when you ran around smacking people with a striped bass.”
“I remember when you wore the patch on the other eye.”
“It itches if you leave it in one place too long.”
Ooley taps his bat on his palm and stares at it for a moment.
“What are you still doing here?”
“It’s glued to the floor.”
“I mean here, in UGWC. Our time passed a long time ago, you and I. Everyone from the old days has moved on. Tuscon, Iceboy, FoolJ, Arelost, Seiko, even Crock himself. They’ve all gotten out of the game. Even your old running buddy. What’s Hernandez up to these days?”
“It’s not my turn to watch him.”
“So why do you still do it?”
“You’re still here.”
“I sit behind a desk and come out when I want to hit somebody with Louis here. It’s a little different than being knocked through the Hall of Mirrors and chasing around idiots with ring bells. Look at this week. You’ve got to team with Ibuki. Don’t like the way he looks at me, that one.”
“Are you going to let me up or not?”
“Yeah, okay.”
Ooley stands and faces the chair, lightly touching the bat to it.
“Hold still.”
Ooley winds up with the bat and swings, shattering the chair. Phrixus is able to break free and slowly stands, dusting himself off.
“I have no problem teaming with Raenius, just as I have no issue with him returning and being named as another possible challenger. After all, he could provide the perfect distraction.”
Ooley, his tongue out and to the side, begins to wind up for a swing at Phrixus directly, but Phrixus turns around and Ooley smoothly drops the bat and tucks his arms behind his back.
“Hastings has my property, and I’ll have it back.”
Phrixus glances down at the dropped bat.
“I should think you’ve taken enough chances in your career, wouldn’t you agree?”
Phrixus takes a step backwards towards the door, and turns away and walks out as Ooley picks the bat back up, a smile on his face.
“Sucker.”