Two Cousins, Two Fates(ICW)

[-Jack Noble-]

A decently sized crowd fills a bar room where you can see people playing pool, as well as some random drunks hitting on huge, obese, woman, obviously not knowing what they are doing... yet. A voice is then heard over all the ruckus in the bar, "White Russian please?" the voice struggles to get out over all the noise. The scene then pans in, closer and closer to the man that had order a specialty drink. The camera then regains focus and draws closer to the man once again. It is none other then Evan The Fallen Angel, however, the voice didn't sound like his own. The camera man backs up and shows the real man who was behind that drink order. Tripp is now seen as he is leaning forward sitting on a bar stool. It now seems as if the camera had noticed them while they were in the middle of a discussion, so the two go on.

~.:;The Rated HXC Superstar~Tripp;:.~

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And then the guy actually believe that i was a trained psychiatrist! [/color]

As Tripp completes his sentence the pair begins to laugh out loud before the bartender comes back with Tripp's White Russian.

~.:;The Rated HXC Superstar~Tripp;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
Thanks man, keep the change. And I mean I love the guy and all, but he needs some real help. [/color]

Tripp throws down a ten dollar bill as the bartender happily takes it all and doesn't give him back any change like he asked him to do. The Rated HXC Superstar then takes a sip of the glass before resting it back on the top of the bar.

~.:;The Rated HXC Superstar~Tripp;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
So I hear NVX has a rematch against you later tonight huh? Thats gonna be a hard one, don't expect to get off so easily this time. [/color]

~.:;The Fallen Angel~Evan;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
Yeah, I know. I'm expecting a hard fought match tonight, unlike the one at the pay per view. [/color]

~.:;The Rated HXC Superstar~Tripp;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
Yeah.. and I ordered that one too! What a rip off, I wanted to see you get your ass handed to you! [/color]

Both of the men begin to laugh as Tripp stares down into his drink, uneasily.

~.:;The Fallen Angel~Evan;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
Okay, well... I guess down to business here hmm? [/color]

~.:;The Rated HXC Superstar~Tripp;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
Yeah, I guess we might as well get everything over with... cause I don't know how much time I have left on this earth. [/color]

~.:;The Fallen Angel~Evan;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
Way to be so optimistic about it. [/color]

~.:;The Rated HXC Superstar~Tripp;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
Well I mean, its Vladimir Strife! How many people have beaten him again?? [/color]

~.:;The Fallen Angel~Evan;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
Well your different from everyone else. Your The Rated HXC Superstar, The unbeaten, The former unchallenged TV Champion, Tripp! [/color]

~.:;The Rated HXC Superstar~Tripp;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
Thats my point, Ive done all of this on ICW. Ive been beaten before elsewhere, hell, Ive only had one title elsewhere too. [/color]

~.:;The Fallen Angel~Evan;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
Still! Have some faith in your accomplishments. [/color]

~.:;The Rated HXC Superstar~Tripp;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
It just bother me on how after this week I wont be able to attend ICW's biggest PPV of the year, Face Off. I had big plans for that... [/color]

~.:;The Fallen Angel~Evan;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
Don't be so hard on yourself, you'll get out of it, and bury that evil bastard alive! And prove, once and for all, that "The Great" Vladimir Strife CAN be beaten! [/color]

Tripp stares down into his drink once again before wrapping his hand around it, and bringing it up to his lips. He then proceeds to pound the rest of the drink down before quirking up his head once again and looking at Evan.

~.:;The Rated HXC Superstar~Tripp;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
Anyway, new subject... [/color]

As soon as this is said, a random drunk drunk walks up to the pair of Evan and Tripp.

~.:;Random Drunk Dude;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
Hey.. hey you! Your that Tripp feller ain't ya? The one who's so good at "wrestling"? [/color]

Tripp nods his head uncomfortably, not know what to make of this recent acquaintance.

~.:;Random Drunk Dude;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
That stuff is sooo fake! [/color]

The Rated HXC Superstar shoots off of his bar stool as it flies back, the whole room seems to die as all the noise and such that was going on before this has became silent.

~.:;The Rated HXC Superstar~Tripp;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
Fake? FAKE?! You wanna see fake you motherfucker? [/color]

Tripp grabs the neck of his t shirt and rips it off him, revealing his upper body. He then throws the rest of the remaining shirt to the ground. The Rated HXC Superstar then lifts up his arm and holds it in the air showing off his zig zag of scars right below his arm pit.

~.:;The Rated HXC Superstar~Tripp;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
Then what the fuck is this? I'll tell you what this is, this is what barbed wire can do to your body you son of a bitch. Now I suggest you get out of here before I take your out, personally. [/color]

The drunk mans cocky look has turned into a terrified gaze as he drops his beer and runs straight for the door or the bar.

~.:;The Fallen Angel~Evan;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
Wow, where the fuck did that come from? [/color]

Tripp reaches behind him and picks up his fallen bar stool before setting it back up and sitting down on it. He then picks up his trench coat that was laying on the stool next to him, reaches in the pocket of it, and pulls out a pack of cigarettes with a lighter. The Rated HXC Superstar places his trench coat back on the stool, and opens the pack of cigarettes. He reaches in the pack and pull one out, place it in between his lips, and light it with his lighter.

~.:;The Rated HXC Superstar~Tripp;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
Can I have an ashtray over here please? Oh, and thats what happens when you rattle the dogs cage, which I can't seem to NOT do. [/color]

Evan looks on in shock at his now, shirtless, cousin.

~.:;The Rated HXC Superstar~Tripp;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
Sorry, I guess this whole buried alive match is getting me a bit worked up these days. [/color]

~.:;The Fallen Angel~Evan;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
I'm sure you'll get out of it fine.. well anyway, come on champ, we need to get going to catch that movie, and you need to get a shirt on! [/color]

Tripp takes a big hit of his cigarette before taking it out of his mouth with two fingers. The two men then stroll out of the bar. The camera then flashes back to the bar as the bartender comes back holding an ashtray saying, "Well I got your ashtray..." He then looks up and sees the two men are not there anymore, he scans through the bar with his eyes before turning slowly and walking away, obviously feeling like an ass for talking to himself.
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EOT

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