The Legend Of Tommy Levi
"Hell No, No Premonition Could Have Saved Me"- Dawkins
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"Hell No, No Premonition Could Have Saved Me"- Dawkins
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Hell No, No Premonition Could've Saved Me Dawkins It had been eight days since he'd seen Donaldsby's fat face, with his fat cheeks swaying to and fro as he lay down the law... You're suspended, Dawk, until Friday, July the sixth... He had been barred from the Independence event, kept away from tearing apart the man that deserved to be crushed. Standing outside Donaldsby's office, Dawk knew he'd have to kiss some ass, so that he could inevitably kick some Mr. Donaldsby is ready to see you, Taylor Jessica was looking very nice today, but not as nice as she did during Dawk's suspension, where she spent most of the time bouncing up and down on his Dick Donaldsby looked up, smirking arrogantly Well, we're certainly off to a good start today, aren't we sir? He was growing to hate this guy more and more every time he saw him. Still, he knew that giving a little here would mean getting a LOT more down the road Look, Jim, I only came here because Boyce told me that I'd have to talk to you before I was reinstated. However, I know that you didn't suspend me indefinitely. In fact, as far as I know, I've been off suspension since yesterday. So really, I'm here to tell you that... it's really gonna be a pleasure working with you again... Donaldsby looked uneasily at Dawk, who stood there smiling. And then, just cause he'd always wanted to, he reached out, and pinched Donaldby's cheek, watching his face scrunch in. Two baby slaps to the face later, and Dawk was leaving, walking right by Jessica again, exchanging We're totally gonna screw tonight looks to each other, and like that, he was out the door... Time Lapse: 3 Hours Chicago wasn't too cold today, but it was still a far cry from the weather in San Francisco. He walked up a flight of stairs, nodding his head in acknowledgement to a couple passerby, before happening upon the door to the apartment This should only take a minute... He reached into his pocket, pulling out a key, which fit right into the keyhole. A twist of the knob later, and he was inside. Photos and wrestling memorabilia scattered the walls and shelves and anything else that tacks would stick through. But they weren't of Dawk; they were of Tommy Levi I knew keeping this key would come in handy eventually... He looked to the camera, motioning for him to follow, his eyes dancing hideously with delight. He traced his hand across a replica of the RWF World title Levi once held proudly, but shook his head No, this simply will not do. What the hell would Levi just die over? What would lead him to realize that I'm not just playing games, that this is a far cry from over, in fact, it hasn't even truly begun. I need something that will stop him in his tracks, and something that-- The voice trailed off, and the eyes widened. He took a few steps, covering the camera with his hand Oh yeah, this will do. This will do just fine... Some shuffling was heard, what sounded like a plastic bag shaking was audible, and then Dawk commanding that the camera be shut off for good was the last thing heard. | | |
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