Post by Kolic on Dec 21, 2014 18:30:12 GMT -6
The biggest Globalstar on the GroundZero Wrestling 2K1 roster slowly strolled down the hallway of the hotel that currently housed the company while it prepared for it's Christmas Eve Crimson broadcast. Passing a few doors, the man known Globalverse wide as The Mongrel comes to a halt in front of one of the doors.
Exhaling, he raps on the door ever so gently.
A voice from inside responds with "Pizza guy already? There's no way they deliver that fast...". The door opens to show Kolic in his casual clothes looking at, then up, at one William Saint.
Kolic: Oh-OH, hey there. To what do I owe the pleasure?
Mongrel: Sorry to bother, Mister Gilespie. We've had little time to converse over the past few weeks and I wanted to inquire about your health.
Kolic: Well, the doctors say I have a concussion, but I fine feel.
He waits for a second.
Kolic: Nothing? Yeah, I thought that wouldn't land. Seriously though, I got a bump on the noggin but I'm good.
Mongrel: I was quite concerned especially after you were mysteriously attacked backstage at Storm. Is it safe to say that Clan Mayhem were the attackers?
Kolic: Well yeah, I don't think Joshua Samson suddenly found a backbone after all these years.
There is a slight smile from the giant as he shifts weight from one leg to the other.
Mongrel: Perhaps. I just find it quite odd that they would attack you and not get any camera time. Since their arrival they have gone out of their way to insure the Globalverse pays witness to their wanton violence and destruction.
Kolic: Hmm...
The newest GZW hire pauses to consider Mongrel's point.
Kolic: ...you might have a point there, but who else would it be? It's weird to say but I don't have that many enemies left who would take me down out of spite.
Mongrel: I suppose you don't. Apologies are in order for my absence from the show. I should have been there to continue the battle against them.
Kolic: It's fine, I've learned in GZW that you get things done yourself or don't at all. Timely saves are a bonus, but you'll get destroyed waiting for someone else to stop your fight. I can count on you to be in the WarGames though, right?
With a stroke of his goatee, William Saint nods in acknowledgment.
Mongrel: Without a doubt, Mister Gilespie. This is a war that I have taken to heart the moment I was the first to step forward for GZW2K1.
Kolic: The big dog in the yard can't let a pack of yippers take over his territory, am I right?
Mongrel: I wouldn't go as far as claim that. When they took it upon themselves months ago to include me within their first strike at the company I have vowed to ward off these interlopers by any means necessary.
Kolic: Well, you're a man of means in that department. I'm looking forward to showing them the door at Crimson. Maybe running them through one or two.
Mongrel: Yes indeed. I don't mean to take up anymore of your time, Mister Gilespie. And, oh yes, I never got the chance to tell you before but welcome back.
Kolic shakes the much larger man's hand.
Kolic: I appreciate it Mister Saint. It's good to be in just one fight in the ring, instead of two against management.
Mongrel: Enjoy the rest of your day.
With a nod and another slight smile, The Mongrel turns to make his way back down the hall.
The Mongrel
Exhaling, he raps on the door ever so gently.
A voice from inside responds with "Pizza guy already? There's no way they deliver that fast...". The door opens to show Kolic in his casual clothes looking at, then up, at one William Saint.
Kolic: Oh-OH, hey there. To what do I owe the pleasure?
Mongrel: Sorry to bother, Mister Gilespie. We've had little time to converse over the past few weeks and I wanted to inquire about your health.
Kolic: Well, the doctors say I have a concussion, but I fine feel.
He waits for a second.
Kolic: Nothing? Yeah, I thought that wouldn't land. Seriously though, I got a bump on the noggin but I'm good.
Mongrel: I was quite concerned especially after you were mysteriously attacked backstage at Storm. Is it safe to say that Clan Mayhem were the attackers?
Kolic: Well yeah, I don't think Joshua Samson suddenly found a backbone after all these years.
There is a slight smile from the giant as he shifts weight from one leg to the other.
Mongrel: Perhaps. I just find it quite odd that they would attack you and not get any camera time. Since their arrival they have gone out of their way to insure the Globalverse pays witness to their wanton violence and destruction.
Kolic: Hmm...
The newest GZW hire pauses to consider Mongrel's point.
Kolic: ...you might have a point there, but who else would it be? It's weird to say but I don't have that many enemies left who would take me down out of spite.
Mongrel: I suppose you don't. Apologies are in order for my absence from the show. I should have been there to continue the battle against them.
Kolic: It's fine, I've learned in GZW that you get things done yourself or don't at all. Timely saves are a bonus, but you'll get destroyed waiting for someone else to stop your fight. I can count on you to be in the WarGames though, right?
With a stroke of his goatee, William Saint nods in acknowledgment.
Mongrel: Without a doubt, Mister Gilespie. This is a war that I have taken to heart the moment I was the first to step forward for GZW2K1.
Kolic: The big dog in the yard can't let a pack of yippers take over his territory, am I right?
Mongrel: I wouldn't go as far as claim that. When they took it upon themselves months ago to include me within their first strike at the company I have vowed to ward off these interlopers by any means necessary.
Kolic: Well, you're a man of means in that department. I'm looking forward to showing them the door at Crimson. Maybe running them through one or two.
Mongrel: Yes indeed. I don't mean to take up anymore of your time, Mister Gilespie. And, oh yes, I never got the chance to tell you before but welcome back.
Kolic shakes the much larger man's hand.
Kolic: I appreciate it Mister Saint. It's good to be in just one fight in the ring, instead of two against management.
Mongrel: Enjoy the rest of your day.
With a nod and another slight smile, The Mongrel turns to make his way back down the hall.
The Mongrel
