The Meeting of old Friends part 2

[The scene fades in from commercial.]

Andrew:
"Yeah, just yesterday. My partner was cool and all, hell, the place wasn't all that bad actually but...who the hell was going to beat us? I figured it was best to vacate the tag titles and let the roster battle it out for them, besides, I need to be concentrating on Adams and Hart, not NEW."

Brock:
"Adams...fucking hate him."

Jessica:
"Hart's a moron too, they should just hand Andrew the contendership right now."

[Everyone laughs.]

Andrew:
"Actually, Hart is the one that worries me. He's a tough son of a bitch and has a great technical game. I mean, don't get me wrong, I still plan on stomping a mudhole and walking it bloody, but if I had to worry about anyone, it would be Hart for sure."

Jessica:
"Yeah, I agree."

[Andrew laughs.]

Andrew:
"Although, Adams did beat you didn't he Brock?"

[Brock glares over at Andrew with an icy cold glare.]

Brock:
"How about we just stop that conversation, right fuckin now or you might not make it to Genesis XX, how's that sound?"

[Andrew's eyebrows raise and he stops laughing.]

Andrew:
"Ok then, keep the gloves up, got it and someone please get Brock a drink!"

Jessica:
"Yeah, that was most definitely below the belt Brother."

[Mike passes everyone their drinks.]

Brock:
"Yeah, how would you like it if I reminded you about how you lost your match against Chris. Your only World title opportunity and you blew it, how about that?"

[Andrew gets a look of complete rage on his face and grits his teeth as he replies.]

Andrew:
"Ok...maybe you have a point and on that fuckin note, give me a damn drink and lets move on shall we!?"

Brock:
"Hey where's Tabor and what's the new guys name?"

Andrew:
"Who fuckin cares. I win tag titles with the son of a bitch and he doesn't even return my fuckin calls."

Chris:
"General Koz. They're in Tokyo doing some PR work for OSW. Management wants to take Game Over to the Tokyo Dome this year."

[Andrew walks over to one of the pool tables in the room and starts racking up the pool balls.]

Brock:
"Tokyo eh, cool! Koz is set to square off for the Extreme title isn't he? That would be cool for you guys if he wins that and then , if you can bring home the contendership to the World title, Andrew."

[Andrew grabs a pool stick off of the cue rack and laughs.]

Andrew:
"If, if, what is with this if? I'm winning that fuckin contendership at all costs!"

[Jessica and Brock laugh and Chris walks over to the bar , orders another round of drinks and watches TV while
Mike prepares his order.]

Brock:
"So what's this shit about management bringing in three guys from other fuckin feds to face Daniels?
Elias wasn't good enough to face him or what?"

Jessica:
"Yeah, I know, that's what I thought at first too but Elias is feuding with Freeman for his OSW TV Title and rather than pushing someone ahead of Elias, they push three dipshits from other feds ahead of Elias instead. Now one you have all of that information, guess what, it still makes no fuckin sense!"

[Brock laughs.]

Brock:
"That's fuckin gay."

Chris:
"It sure got peoples attention though, the entire world is buzzing about it. John has yet to make an appearance though, hasn't even sent in a promo or anything, so not really sure what's going on there."

[Andrew chalks his cue and then breaks but doesn't even sink one ball.]

Brock:
"Nice break bonehead!"

Andrew:
"Eat shit."

Brock:
"Alright, but it's gonna hurt."

[Everyone laughs except Andrew, who stands there with a look of confusion on his face as he eyes up his next shot.]

Andrew:
"That doesn't even make any freakin sense fuck face."

Jessica:
"Think about it Brother, you told him to eat shit."

Andrew:
"I know what I fuckin said fuckernuts."

[Andrew lines up the four ball in the far right corner pocket and takes his shot but he misses and sewers the cue ball in the left side pocket. Andrew curses and kicks the pool table, hurting his foot in the process.]

Brock:
"How'd that feel, moron?"

Jessica:
"No, really think about it. After that, Brock said, Ok, but it's gonna hurt."

Brock:
"That was a sexy shot by the way Andrew, perhaps we should play sometime."

[Brock laughs and Andrew mocks him with a sarcastic laugh in response.]

Andrew:
"How about I stick this pool cue up your ass."

Brock:
"Why do I get the feeling that you'd enjoy that."

[Andrew tosses his pool cue on the pool table and gives Brock the finger.]

Andrew:
"There ya go smart ass, have at it."

[Jessica walks over and joins Chris and Mike and they all laugh as they continue to watch Brock and Andrew and sip their drinks.]

Mike:
"Your drinks are ready any time you are guys!"

Chris:
"They likely aren't even paying attention Mikey."

Jessica:
"Nope, not likely. This should be interesting though, mix me another Mikey, I'm gonna double fist it!"

[Andrew's eyes grow wide when he hears Jessica say double fist it.]

Andrew:
"A fuckin brilliant idea, double me up too!"

[Mike laughs.]

Mike:
"Jesus, talk about selective hearing eh?"

Chris:
"Tell me about it."

Brock:
"Yeah, he's gonna need to be double fisted after I clear this table and make his head spin!"

Andrew:
"Bitch, please!"

Brock:
"You care to make a wager?"

[Jessica starts laughing.]

Jessica:
"Good luck with that one, he still owes me from many months ago!"

[Andrew glares over at Jessica.]

Andrew:
"Have you been fuckin told yet today?"

Jessica:
"Yes, but feel free to toss in your thoughts!"

Andrew:
"Sometimes you make me wanna..."

[Jessica laughs and Brock lines up his first shot, the nine ball in the left side pocket and he slams it down in the pocket and immediately starts lining up the ten ball in the far left corner. He takes his shot, rocketing the ball down the table, slamming it into the ten ball and the cue ball then spins across to the right corer and slams into the twelve ball, knocking down into the pocket. Brock chalks up his cue and Andrew's eyes grow wide as he stands in silence, watching Brock clear the table.]

Jessica:
"So did you say that you were placing bets on this game?"

Brock:
"I think he did."

Chris:
"I'll get in on that!"

Mike:
"Me too!"

[Andrew slowly turns his head around and glares at each of them, one at a time and gives them the finger.]

Andrew:
"Pure luck, he'll miss his next shot, you watch!"

[Brock looks the balls over and then laughs as he looks at a possible thirteen, fifteen split that would send the thirteen ball in the right side pocket and the fifteen in the right corner. Brock starts aiming up the shot.]

Andrew:
"Oh yeah right! You think you're gonna split those two balls and somehow sink both of them, don't ya? Give me a mother fuckin break."

Jessica:
"Well actually...ya know what, nevermind."

Chris:
"Good call."

Jessica:
"I thought so."

[Brock continues to aim his shot up but quickly pauses, only to give Andrew the finger and then quickly shoot, splitting the two balls. The fifteen ball gets fired down the table, slamming hard into the right corner pocket and the thirteen ball slowly trickles towards the right side pocket and then it too finally drops into it's pocket and
Andrew's jaw drops to the ground.]

Mike:
"Holy shit, nice shot Brock. God damn He's good eh!?"

Jessica:
"Yes, I can't even beat him."

Andrew:
"Oh, that's just fuckin bullshit. You can pull the horse shoe out of your ass anytime for fuck sakes."

[Brock looks up at Andrew and laughs.]

Brock:
"It's called skill Andrew, something you should pick up on before Genesis XX if you have any plans on going to Game Over to fight for the World title."

[Brock starts aiming up his next shot, the fourteen ball in the right side pocket.]

Andrew:
"Don't you worry your pretty little fuckin head off, I will be going to Game Over as the number one contender and walking out of Game Over with the World Championship strapped right around my waist."

[Brock looks back up at Andrew and laughs.]

Brock:
"Aww, you think I'm pretty Andrew?"

[Chris, Jessica and Mike all laugh.]

Jessica:
"Fag."

[Andrew glares over at Jessica and gives her the finger.]

Andrew:
"You see this, sit on it and rotate ya gigantic fuck you."

Jessica:
"You wish."

Mike:
"So Andrew, are you gonna write a book if you win the World title?"

Andrew:
"I hadn't planned on it, no."

Brock:
"A book, why didn't I think of that?"

Andrew:
"Because you weren't World Champion long enough."

[Andrew laughs and Brock quickly stands up and takes a swing at Andrew with his pool cue but Andrew ducks and runs over by the bar beside the guys.]

Brock:
"Fuck you Andrew!"

Andrew:
"You probably wanna don't ya?"

[Brock gives Andrew the finger and starts aiming up his shot again.]

Andrew:
"Maybe we could call it, Chronicles Of A Legend."

[Jessica and Brock both laugh.]

Jessica:
"Kind of getting ahead of yourself aren't ya Brother?"

Andrew:
"Oh, so it's ok for Mike to suggest it but not ok for me to think about it?"

[Brock pauses for a moment and laughs before going back to aiming his shot up.]

Brock:
"Who the fuck wants to read a book about a groundhog chasing lush anyways?"

[Andrew's eyes grow wide and he gets a look of pure rage on his face and then walks over and grabs a pool cue off of the cue rack. Brock sees Andrew grab the pool cue and stands up, ready to protect himself. Mike sees a disaster about to happen and speaks up before Andrew and Brock start duelling.]

Mike:
"Now, common guys, we don't need any damage in here, we just renovated."

Jessica:
"Brother, relax would ya."

Brock:
"Yeah, before you get hurt."

Andrew:
"The only one that would be getting hurt, would be you. You keep running your mouth, but yet it's me about to have a World Championship contendership match, and what are you doing...oh that's right, NOTHING?!"

Mike:
"Why don't we all go get some fresh air!"

Chris:
"Hey, that's a great idea. Common Brock, I'm sure you didn't come back just to fight with Andrew, common guys."

Jessica:
"I'm down with that, I wouldn't mind a good stogie, lets go, common Brother!"

[Andrew walks over and puts his pool cue back on the cue rack and Brock begins aiming up his shot again. Andrew comes running over and starts dancing around, flailing his arms and legs around like an idiot, trying to disrupt Brock concentration but it's not working.

Brock lets the shot go and the cue ball smashes the fourteen ball in the side pocket and very quickly spins off to the far right corner where it nudges the eight ball and sinks it. Brock managed to clear all of his balls off of the table without missing a single shot and Andrew just stands there with a look of shock and awe on his face, jaw on the ground and staring at the cue ball in silence.]

Jessica:
"Holy shit!"

Mike:
"Yeah!"

Chris:
"You didn't even miss a shot!"

Brock:
"Ok, I'm ready for a stogie now!"

[Brock laughs and starts heading towards the exit and Chris, Mike and Jessica follow closely behind. Andrew just continues to stare at the cue ball with a look of shock and awe on his face still.]

Mike:
"Hey Andrew, if you're not coming out, feel free to grab a beer out of the fridge if you want one. If Joanne sees you, just tell her I said it was alright...Andrew...hey Andrew!"

Jessica:
"Just leave him, he'll be alright in a minute or ten."

[Everyone laughs and walks out the door to the parking lot, while Andrew remains inside, still staring at the cue ball on the pool table with a look of shock and awe on his face. Just then, there's a blinding white light and the cue ball, turns into a groundhog right before Andrew's eyes, gives Andrew the finger and then turns back into a cue ball and very quickly rolls into the left side pocket.

Andrew's eyes grow wide and he runs across the room, screaming that ground Charlie is after him and that he is inside the pool table. Andrew then grabs two pool cues off of the rack and then runs back to the pool table, top speed and starts kicking the holy hell out of the pool table. Andrew then jumps up on top and starts jumping on the table and attacking it with the pool cues, which eventually break and he begins landing a series of elbow drops to the top of the pool table, screaming at ground Charlie that he was going to get him if it was the last thing he did.]

Andrew:
"WOOOOOHHOOOOOO!! NOT THIS TIME, YA BUCK TOOTH FUCKIN FURBALL, YOUR ASS IS MINE, WOOOOOHHOOOOO!!"

[The scene fades to black.]

------------------the match--------------------

So Corey Casey your bitching that I'm talking to you in OOC are you a bitch or what your a fucking DUMB ASS, I'm glad you made it to Legends of the fall but your not going to be leaving Legends of the fall the same, Why well because like they say payback is a bitch and I'm going to make you the bitch you are.

Corey go ahead say some thing nothing you say will hurt me Why because I know it and you know it I'm better then you I'm more of a legend then you can even think, Oh don't get me wrong Corey I'm not blowing smoke out of my own ass I know I am more of a legend then you are why because when ever I disappear the world stops and when you disappear the world keeps going because no one misses you not even Jessica Matthews She jumps for joy when your not around.

Corey Casey you are going to get Right out of NLWF/FTW for good.