Post by Raging Frank Lowe on Mar 7, 2021 22:10:27 GMT -5
“This is starting to get irritatingly easy.”
Corey Bull stands next to Loa in a locker room. Loa turns to him.
“Are you telling me you are enjoying yourself?”
Bull looks at her with a sort of look on his face.
“I’m not enjoying who it is. But the idea is solid. If only it wasn’t a fucking moron leading those two imbeciles around.”
Just at that time, as if summoned, Frank walks into the locker room with Shooter and Noose.
“Still can’t believe you got fucked out of that spot by that little bitch Adams.”
Loa slowly grins at Frank.
“To get to the point Frank, he made it to the end.”
Frank stops the sarcasm and eyes up Bull. He then turns to Loa.
“I didn’t come here to argue with either of you. It’s time you but in the work Bull. Time you did something for this group other than just standing there and looking menacing.”
Bulls face starts to get a look, the kind you are supposed to avoid. Loa is quick to intercept.
“And what do you mean by this?”
“Well I whispered in a few ears ya know. Didn’t want Bull getting into the elimination chamber, so a few words and fifty bucks got me what I wanted. Time to make a real tag team on this group.”
Bull looks like he is angry enough to kill Frank, but Loa is smiling like a well fed cat next to an empty canary cage.
“Are you saying that Shooter and Noose aren’t a real tag team? Then what are they Frank. Because that is the impression I get. Those two, well I struggle to call them men, but these two are supposed to be a tag team. My Hatebringer doesn’t need to interact with you any more than he does now.”
“Your cute Loa, but I own your asses. So it’s time that purchase started to pay for itself. So me and you Bull, we are going to be a tag team and you’re gonna hafta start listening to my input because it’s obvious you need the help.”
You can hear Bulls shirt strain to hold him in it as he flexes his body. Loa walks closer to Frank.
“Look Frank it's like this.”
A large hand moves Loa back and now Frank has to look up. There is an obvious strain and some of the cockiness leaves Franks face.
“You want to have a conversation Frank...you can speak to me. I won’t have you talking to her like that. And if you think for a second that I am here to make you look better…”
Bull leans down.
“...you are dead wrong. So its time we readjusted this little deal you think you have with me and Loa. Because I am to the point where I am going to say fuck my contract and rip off your limbs and beat you with them.”
Frank clears his throat, some of the cockiness back.
“Fine big guy, what do you have in mind?”
Bull turns his attention to Shooter and Noose.
“If these two idiots are not going to be wrestling...then they are going to be Loa’s watch dogs. And if a single finger is laid on her by anyone...I will break both of them.”
Frank smiles.
“Deal. But in return I get something. You gotta stop using that stupid Hatebringer name. If you're in the Hangmen, then you are gonna get named like a Hangman. Like \Garroter or Gallowwalker. Executioner maybe. Whatever it is, you need to pick it.”
Bulls face looks like it is going to explode and take them all out. He finally speaks through gritted teeth.
“Fine. Then it's a deal.”
Frank gets close to Bulls face, the cockiness back in his face. His voice is low and cool, but filled with arrogance.
“You see Bull, we can work together. This is going to be a great team.”
Frank walks a few steps back, leaving Loa and Bull to recover from what just happened.
Corey Bull stands next to Loa in a locker room. Loa turns to him.
“Are you telling me you are enjoying yourself?”
Bull looks at her with a sort of look on his face.
“I’m not enjoying who it is. But the idea is solid. If only it wasn’t a fucking moron leading those two imbeciles around.”
Just at that time, as if summoned, Frank walks into the locker room with Shooter and Noose.
“Still can’t believe you got fucked out of that spot by that little bitch Adams.”
Loa slowly grins at Frank.
“To get to the point Frank, he made it to the end.”
Frank stops the sarcasm and eyes up Bull. He then turns to Loa.
“I didn’t come here to argue with either of you. It’s time you but in the work Bull. Time you did something for this group other than just standing there and looking menacing.”
Bulls face starts to get a look, the kind you are supposed to avoid. Loa is quick to intercept.
“And what do you mean by this?”
“Well I whispered in a few ears ya know. Didn’t want Bull getting into the elimination chamber, so a few words and fifty bucks got me what I wanted. Time to make a real tag team on this group.”
Bull looks like he is angry enough to kill Frank, but Loa is smiling like a well fed cat next to an empty canary cage.
“Are you saying that Shooter and Noose aren’t a real tag team? Then what are they Frank. Because that is the impression I get. Those two, well I struggle to call them men, but these two are supposed to be a tag team. My Hatebringer doesn’t need to interact with you any more than he does now.”
“Your cute Loa, but I own your asses. So it’s time that purchase started to pay for itself. So me and you Bull, we are going to be a tag team and you’re gonna hafta start listening to my input because it’s obvious you need the help.”
You can hear Bulls shirt strain to hold him in it as he flexes his body. Loa walks closer to Frank.
“Look Frank it's like this.”
A large hand moves Loa back and now Frank has to look up. There is an obvious strain and some of the cockiness leaves Franks face.
“You want to have a conversation Frank...you can speak to me. I won’t have you talking to her like that. And if you think for a second that I am here to make you look better…”
Bull leans down.
“...you are dead wrong. So its time we readjusted this little deal you think you have with me and Loa. Because I am to the point where I am going to say fuck my contract and rip off your limbs and beat you with them.”
Frank clears his throat, some of the cockiness back.
“Fine big guy, what do you have in mind?”
Bull turns his attention to Shooter and Noose.
“If these two idiots are not going to be wrestling...then they are going to be Loa’s watch dogs. And if a single finger is laid on her by anyone...I will break both of them.”
Frank smiles.
“Deal. But in return I get something. You gotta stop using that stupid Hatebringer name. If you're in the Hangmen, then you are gonna get named like a Hangman. Like \Garroter or Gallowwalker. Executioner maybe. Whatever it is, you need to pick it.”
Bulls face looks like it is going to explode and take them all out. He finally speaks through gritted teeth.
“Fine. Then it's a deal.”
Frank gets close to Bulls face, the cockiness back in his face. His voice is low and cool, but filled with arrogance.
“You see Bull, we can work together. This is going to be a great team.”
Frank walks a few steps back, leaving Loa and Bull to recover from what just happened.