Old Friend

by **Mr. Dashing** Sat Dec 29, 2018 3:35 pm

Bob Luger walks into his personal dressing room with an ice pack on the back of his neck, a face of pure agony as he's just been on the receiving end of a Tops Newsome beating, combined with his loss to Reece Ortiz at the top of the show, he's in a foul mood. As he closes the door, it's stopped abruptly by a firm hand on the oak wood, it's Xander Slate! The Show smiles brightly, seeming to enjoy his old friend's suffering, but The Work Ethic Titan has no time for it, signaling for The OG Dirty Heel to beat it with a roll of his eyes and swift hand motion. Slate isn't having it though, instead entering the room and crossing his arms, perhaps the most satisfied look a person has ever had before in the history of the world.

Slate
Rough night, huh? I told you, Bobby, you're time on Genesis has passed, you got used to the easy opponents on UnMatched, over in the little baby league, now you come back all high and mighty and, well, I mean look at you!

Luger snarls, biting at his former brother in arms with a stare that shoots daggers.

Luger
Have at it, Xander, go on and enjoy this brief moment because soon you're ass will be on the streets begging me for spare change!

Both men get real intense, in the other's face about to explode at any second. Forehead to forehead, Xander, smirks, to which Bob responds in kind.

Slate
I don't know what your game here is, Luger, but I know you, and I know that you're only using The Regime, just like you used Borton and I. But I won't let it happen this time, you've got everyone else fooled but not me, I see right through you, and Pat, will come to see it too soon enough. Watch your back, "brother" .... Rest that neck, looks like it really hurts ...

The Show then takes his leave with a toned down laugh, trailing off screen and into the hall, while Luger, rubs his shoulder and sighs, then shaking his head as the scene fades to the next match ...