[Long] slice of life/short promo
Oct 4, 2021 20:13:11 GMT -5
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Post by Old Line Jeff on Oct 4, 2021 20:13:11 GMT -5
“You know, your unrequited crush on your former stablemate…”
Ronnie Long had been associated with Daeriq Damien for long enough that he knew any response to the barb would be seen as a reward. He maintained his typical stony silence, shoving his hands in his pockets as he strode down the street.
“Oh, I should be more clear, y’know? Your unrequited crush on Heidi Christenson. Cos, not that I’m trying to say there’s something wrong with it, but your obvious unrequited crush on Jeff Andrews...”
Long kept walking.
“But… let’s focus on the Heidi one for now. It’s just, you know, amazing to me that Deanna and Heidi are actually friends with each other, what with this insane love double triangle.”
“It’s a square.” Ronnie deadpanned.
“Uh?”
“If there’s four people, then there’s four points, it’s a square. Or maybe a rectangle.”
“Oh, depending on how you arrange the points, you could claim it’s a three dimensional triangle seen in first person perspective and you just have to use your imagination to visualize some of the lines.”
“That’s called a pyramid. I am not in a love pyramid with anyone, let alone my former stablemates.”
Damien smirked. “I’m just saying, when you’re on the road, you can’t tell me you aren’t aware that your woman’s back in Georgia being railed by one of them with the other watching.”
“And just like that, a conversation that had potential to become something at least vaguely similar to ‘enjoyable’ was ruined.” Ronnie sped his pace up. “Why don’t you fly back to Australia and start torturing that poor McKinney girl again and leave me alone?”
“Same reason you don’t go to Australia and save her from big bad me. You’re doing everything you can to keep this run entirely separate from everything Andrews.”
Ronnie took a deep breath and stopped, hating himself for doing so. Ignoring Damien was like trying to ignore a mosquito, only back in the old days he’d been too big to swat and now, with one of his arms barely usable, Ronnie didn’t feel right about trying to get physical with him, no matter how obnoxious he made himself.
“No. Fucking. Duh. I’m pretty sure I made that clear when I was walking in the door. Do you mind? I’m just trying to walk to the store to buy some overpriced ketogenic crap in peace.”
Damien chuckled, spreading his arms wide. “Alright, alright, but if you’re not taking this seriously you’re going to get fricasseed by Xiaolong.”
Another deep breath, and then Long turned into the store, leaving Damien to avoid the security guard. He tried to distract himself with the nutritional information of coconut flour, waiting all the while for his blood to stop boiling.
None of this had anything to do with Xiaolong anyway.
“Xiaolong.”
Welcome to Promoland.
“I uh… it’s been long enough since I had a respectable opponent that it’s kind of hard to think up anything to say, you know?”
“You’re a frustrated man. I get that. Don’t blame you, don’t hold it against you. I mean, it’s bad enough when this business throws you down and kicks the hell out of you. It’s almost worse when the business kicks you down, picks you back up, spins you around, and runs off after some butterflies while you’re wondering what the hell just happened and what you’re supposed to do about it.”
“So I’m gonna give you some advice, and it’ll probably come out patronizing, for which I apologize.”
“You yourself said that this was a David versus Goliath situation. I’ve always been comfortable playing David, because my strength was that I could almost always struggle back to my feet and eventually Goliath’s nerve would break. I can do Goliath though, I suppose. Here’s the thing though. You don’t have to kill me to get a lot out of this match.”
“For starters, respectfully, you can’t kill me. I’m a stone cold fucking badass, and this match WILL end with probably a lariat or maybe a powerbomb.”
“But this is where you show people that all you need to not be that guy who gets spun around by the business.”
“Light me up, Xiaolong. You got kicks. You got hands. You can cut down the giant, and you can make yourself look awesome doing it. Now, most other giants won’t get back up and I will, so it’s not going to go all your way. But that’s okay. You take your chunk of flesh from me, and when all’s said and done and we’re moving on to our next matches, you hold that up and tell your opponent, “This is what I did to Ronnie Long. Now what do you think’s gonna happen to you?”
Ronnie Long had been associated with Daeriq Damien for long enough that he knew any response to the barb would be seen as a reward. He maintained his typical stony silence, shoving his hands in his pockets as he strode down the street.
“Oh, I should be more clear, y’know? Your unrequited crush on Heidi Christenson. Cos, not that I’m trying to say there’s something wrong with it, but your obvious unrequited crush on Jeff Andrews...”
Long kept walking.
“But… let’s focus on the Heidi one for now. It’s just, you know, amazing to me that Deanna and Heidi are actually friends with each other, what with this insane love double triangle.”
“It’s a square.” Ronnie deadpanned.
“Uh?”
“If there’s four people, then there’s four points, it’s a square. Or maybe a rectangle.”
“Oh, depending on how you arrange the points, you could claim it’s a three dimensional triangle seen in first person perspective and you just have to use your imagination to visualize some of the lines.”
“That’s called a pyramid. I am not in a love pyramid with anyone, let alone my former stablemates.”
Damien smirked. “I’m just saying, when you’re on the road, you can’t tell me you aren’t aware that your woman’s back in Georgia being railed by one of them with the other watching.”
“And just like that, a conversation that had potential to become something at least vaguely similar to ‘enjoyable’ was ruined.” Ronnie sped his pace up. “Why don’t you fly back to Australia and start torturing that poor McKinney girl again and leave me alone?”
“Same reason you don’t go to Australia and save her from big bad me. You’re doing everything you can to keep this run entirely separate from everything Andrews.”
Ronnie took a deep breath and stopped, hating himself for doing so. Ignoring Damien was like trying to ignore a mosquito, only back in the old days he’d been too big to swat and now, with one of his arms barely usable, Ronnie didn’t feel right about trying to get physical with him, no matter how obnoxious he made himself.
“No. Fucking. Duh. I’m pretty sure I made that clear when I was walking in the door. Do you mind? I’m just trying to walk to the store to buy some overpriced ketogenic crap in peace.”
Damien chuckled, spreading his arms wide. “Alright, alright, but if you’re not taking this seriously you’re going to get fricasseed by Xiaolong.”
Another deep breath, and then Long turned into the store, leaving Damien to avoid the security guard. He tried to distract himself with the nutritional information of coconut flour, waiting all the while for his blood to stop boiling.
None of this had anything to do with Xiaolong anyway.
“Xiaolong.”
Welcome to Promoland.
“I uh… it’s been long enough since I had a respectable opponent that it’s kind of hard to think up anything to say, you know?”
“You’re a frustrated man. I get that. Don’t blame you, don’t hold it against you. I mean, it’s bad enough when this business throws you down and kicks the hell out of you. It’s almost worse when the business kicks you down, picks you back up, spins you around, and runs off after some butterflies while you’re wondering what the hell just happened and what you’re supposed to do about it.”
“So I’m gonna give you some advice, and it’ll probably come out patronizing, for which I apologize.”
“You yourself said that this was a David versus Goliath situation. I’ve always been comfortable playing David, because my strength was that I could almost always struggle back to my feet and eventually Goliath’s nerve would break. I can do Goliath though, I suppose. Here’s the thing though. You don’t have to kill me to get a lot out of this match.”
“For starters, respectfully, you can’t kill me. I’m a stone cold fucking badass, and this match WILL end with probably a lariat or maybe a powerbomb.”
“But this is where you show people that all you need to not be that guy who gets spun around by the business.”
“Light me up, Xiaolong. You got kicks. You got hands. You can cut down the giant, and you can make yourself look awesome doing it. Now, most other giants won’t get back up and I will, so it’s not going to go all your way. But that’s okay. You take your chunk of flesh from me, and when all’s said and done and we’re moving on to our next matches, you hold that up and tell your opponent, “This is what I did to Ronnie Long. Now what do you think’s gonna happen to you?”
