Post by Jason Tacker on Jul 10, 2010 22:51:54 GMT -5
After John's Match
John and Sierra are walking backstage after his "flawless" victory over Medos moments ago.
Sierra: "So, that was really the first time you had ever knocked someone out with a single punch?"
John: "Yeah, it was pretty weird."
Sierra: "Why would it be weird? I thought that it was pretty flipping sweet!"
John stops for a moment and stares at Sierra. She looks back at him as he shakes his head while she smiles at him. He catches back up to her as they continue to walk. As John opens the door to his locker room Sierra's cell phone rings. As she pulls it out of her pocket she sees that it is her bosses number, she excuses herself to answer it as John walks inside.
Sierra: "Hello?"
Stan: Yeah Sierra, I got a question for you.
Sierra: "Alright, shoot."
Stan: Listen I'm watching the live stream of Synergy and one of the announcers just mentioned something about a MMA tournament during your boyfriend's match. You know anything about this?
Sierra: "No, I don't know anything about a MMA tournament or anything like that."
Stan: Well, if you could try to dig up some answers that would be appreciated.
Sierra: I'll see what I can do.
She hangs the phone up and walks into the locker room, and spots John sitting on a chair already in his street clothes. She walks over to John and plants a small kiss on John's cheek, before taking a seat next to him.
Sierra: "You want a laugh?"
John: "Sure."
Sierra: "My boss heard on the show tonight that there is some sort of secret MMA tournament, and wants me to see if you know anything about it."
John gives a light chuckle as Sierra's gaze sharpens onto him.
Sierra: "You don't know anything about it, right?"
John: "I know no evil, hear no evil, and speakth no evil."
Her gaze narrows a little bit more as didn't find his remarks to believing.
Sierra: "You're not lying to me, right?"
John: "No, I know nothing about an sort of MMA tournament coming up. I don't follow that sort of thing anymore."
Sierra: "Alright, if you say so."
Wednesday July 7th
Kyle tacker is working one of the punching bags, he has a rather wicked smile running across his face. The reason why he is smiling is that he finally made the card, he didn't care who is opponent was or anything like that he was just glad that he made it for a change. He gave the bag another thunderous swing, before grabbing a near by towel to wipe the sweat from his face. When he is done wiping his face he ends up staring at a pair of guys coming his way, and look like they have some bad attitude. They stop in front of him and look him over before talking.
Guy 1: "What do you think you are doing here?"
Guy 2: "Yeah, what do you think you are doing here?"
Kyle just laughs at them.
Kyle: "What do you think I am doing here you fucks? I'm fucking working out."
The two guys look at each other before jarring with him again.
Guy 1: "Well, in case you didn't heard you ain't welcome here anymore."
Guy 2: "Yeah, not welcome here anymore."
Kyle points over to the one who keeps on repeating everything.
Kyle: "Do you always repeat what he says?"
Guy 2: "What, its a habit."
Kyle chuckles to himself for a moment.
Kyle: "Well; last time I checked, Rod's Gym is located in the fucking United States. The same ones that I fought to defend. So, how about you tell me now that I can't fucking work out here."
Voice: "Plus, do you really want to piss me off as well?"
The two of them look back to see John standing behind them.
Guy 1 & 2: "What the hell are you doing here? Rod kicked you out!"
John shrugs his shoulders.
John: "He always kicks me out, but I always end up coming on back now don't I. So, if I were you I'd move along before Kyle and I put you through the bags here."
The two left without another word as John and Kyle smile as they retreat their tails between their legs. After they leave the two of them sit down on a near by bench and start bullshitting with each other.
Kyle: "So, what's up with you?"
John: "Nothing much, same shit different day. Training for the cage, getting ready for my match on Synergy, hanging out with Sierra, and that sort of shit. I saw that you had a match this week."
Kyle: "Yeah, about fucking time if you ask me!"
John: "You know against who?"
Kyle: "Nope."
John: "Do you care?"
Kyle: Nope. But, I bet your going to tell me.
John smirks slightly before spilling the beans.
John: "Well, you'll be taking on Tyvola."
Kyle: "Wait, you mean the guy with the beard that puts Chuck Noris to shame?"
John looks over at Kyle like he has been smoking something he shouldn't have before nodding a simple yes.
Kyle: "Well, looks like my knucks are gonna have some fun. Eh?"
John and Sierra are walking backstage after his "flawless" victory over Medos moments ago.
Sierra: "So, that was really the first time you had ever knocked someone out with a single punch?"
John: "Yeah, it was pretty weird."
Sierra: "Why would it be weird? I thought that it was pretty flipping sweet!"
John stops for a moment and stares at Sierra. She looks back at him as he shakes his head while she smiles at him. He catches back up to her as they continue to walk. As John opens the door to his locker room Sierra's cell phone rings. As she pulls it out of her pocket she sees that it is her bosses number, she excuses herself to answer it as John walks inside.
Sierra: "Hello?"
Stan: Yeah Sierra, I got a question for you.
Sierra: "Alright, shoot."
Stan: Listen I'm watching the live stream of Synergy and one of the announcers just mentioned something about a MMA tournament during your boyfriend's match. You know anything about this?
Sierra: "No, I don't know anything about a MMA tournament or anything like that."
Stan: Well, if you could try to dig up some answers that would be appreciated.
Sierra: I'll see what I can do.
She hangs the phone up and walks into the locker room, and spots John sitting on a chair already in his street clothes. She walks over to John and plants a small kiss on John's cheek, before taking a seat next to him.
Sierra: "You want a laugh?"
John: "Sure."
Sierra: "My boss heard on the show tonight that there is some sort of secret MMA tournament, and wants me to see if you know anything about it."
John gives a light chuckle as Sierra's gaze sharpens onto him.
Sierra: "You don't know anything about it, right?"
John: "I know no evil, hear no evil, and speakth no evil."
Her gaze narrows a little bit more as didn't find his remarks to believing.
Sierra: "You're not lying to me, right?"
John: "No, I know nothing about an sort of MMA tournament coming up. I don't follow that sort of thing anymore."
Sierra: "Alright, if you say so."
Wednesday July 7th
Kyle tacker is working one of the punching bags, he has a rather wicked smile running across his face. The reason why he is smiling is that he finally made the card, he didn't care who is opponent was or anything like that he was just glad that he made it for a change. He gave the bag another thunderous swing, before grabbing a near by towel to wipe the sweat from his face. When he is done wiping his face he ends up staring at a pair of guys coming his way, and look like they have some bad attitude. They stop in front of him and look him over before talking.
Guy 1: "What do you think you are doing here?"
Guy 2: "Yeah, what do you think you are doing here?"
Kyle just laughs at them.
Kyle: "What do you think I am doing here you fucks? I'm fucking working out."
The two guys look at each other before jarring with him again.
Guy 1: "Well, in case you didn't heard you ain't welcome here anymore."
Guy 2: "Yeah, not welcome here anymore."
Kyle points over to the one who keeps on repeating everything.
Kyle: "Do you always repeat what he says?"
Guy 2: "What, its a habit."
Kyle chuckles to himself for a moment.
Kyle: "Well; last time I checked, Rod's Gym is located in the fucking United States. The same ones that I fought to defend. So, how about you tell me now that I can't fucking work out here."
Voice: "Plus, do you really want to piss me off as well?"
The two of them look back to see John standing behind them.
Guy 1 & 2: "What the hell are you doing here? Rod kicked you out!"
John shrugs his shoulders.
John: "He always kicks me out, but I always end up coming on back now don't I. So, if I were you I'd move along before Kyle and I put you through the bags here."
The two left without another word as John and Kyle smile as they retreat their tails between their legs. After they leave the two of them sit down on a near by bench and start bullshitting with each other.
Kyle: "So, what's up with you?"
John: "Nothing much, same shit different day. Training for the cage, getting ready for my match on Synergy, hanging out with Sierra, and that sort of shit. I saw that you had a match this week."
Kyle: "Yeah, about fucking time if you ask me!"
John: "You know against who?"
Kyle: "Nope."
John: "Do you care?"
Kyle: Nope. But, I bet your going to tell me.
John smirks slightly before spilling the beans.
John: "Well, you'll be taking on Tyvola."
Kyle: "Wait, you mean the guy with the beard that puts Chuck Noris to shame?"
John looks over at Kyle like he has been smoking something he shouldn't have before nodding a simple yes.
Kyle: "Well, looks like my knucks are gonna have some fun. Eh?"