Post by Roderick Cage on Jan 6, 2019 6:53:51 GMT -5
The scene opens up with Roderick standing behind several people as he waits in line to purchase his ticket at the McCarren Airport in Las Vegas. Needless to say there are all sorts of people in this line. Some disheveled rom a wild time while others are clean cut and dressed to impress for whatever ventures await them. However, he didn't fit in either catagory. Instead he sat some where in the middle with his faded blue jeans and newish Avengers T-shirt.
"I knew it was going to be busy, but Jesus."
No sooner than those words left his mouth did the the line move forward....a whole step.
One.
Whole.
Step.
With a heavy sigh Roddy looked upwards at the ceiling of the building. Clearly his impatience was....well....clear.
One.
Whole.
Step.
With a heavy sigh Roddy looked upwards at the ceiling of the building. Clearly his impatience was....well....clear.
"If I wanted to be bored out of my mind then I would be watching a Qua....Que....whateverhisname's match. I mean can you you be any more generic? Barely a viable moveset, managed by his overbearing father, and....and......That's about it now that I think about it. guy's in rougher shape than I thought."
With a slight shrug of his shoulders as he spoke, Roddy looked back down at the people in front of him and shook his head. Not at the people, but because just thinking about the guy made him feel....sad? Thankfully for him, and everybody else in the line, the line moved forward another step. WOO!
"Speaking of Quirky Quill, he's one of my two opponents this week aint he? Must have been a slow day in the booking depeartment huh. Why else would they book me? It's not like I haven't been apart of the roster since Evolution or anything. Well, I can't be too hard on them. I mean booking all those talentless hackjobs in the same matches with other hacks has to be exhausting. Since that's the case then I guess it isn't too surprising that this match is happening. QVC can't carry his part in a match that much is clear, if he could then he wouldn't have lost the strap during his first defence. Maybe if he spent less time being the puppet that his father vicariously lives through than maybe he could've been the legit champ this division needs. Cause as it stands now the boy ain't got a chance of getting his hands back on that belt. Not now and not Monday Niht on CLASH after I trounce both him and that dumbnuts Jaice Wilds"
Seemingly talking to himself as he stood in line, several fellow waiters cast curious and questionible looks in his direction. Unfazed by the multiple looks of concern for him mental health, Roddy just continued about his business. When the line moved forward, he moved forward. Needless to say the line had moved several steps while he had been busy rambling to himself.
"That's another guy that's a reeeeeal peice of work. Guy is running around freaking out about whoever keeps attacking him and wondering why it's going on. Like bruh, you're face is pretty freakin' punchable. It ain't that hard to think that somebody just wants to beat ya up. If that isn't ood enough then maybe it has something to do with that new bitch he's boning. Ain't she british as well? Whatever. I just hope he is focused on Monday. If that run down, brain dead nimrod isn't then I'm just going to hand him his ass just like Quantium Quail. Man, I don't even understand what I'm saying anymore. Fuck."
After moving forward a couple more steps Roderick finally came to his destination. The counter where he could purchase his plane ticket. Sadly for him the long wait didn't end with him coming face to face with a lovely young woman. Instead it was a grumpy older woman that met his impatence with an uncaring attitude. However, Roderick redirected his attention and looked directly into the camera for the first time. Ignoring the woman in the process.
"Good luck boys cause come Monday Night you're BOTH fucked."
"Excuse me?"
Caught redhanded talking to something that apparently nobody else could see, Roddy awkwardly turned his attention to the woman behind the counter.
"I....um....one for Tampa Bay please....."