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Raise Your Drinking Glass... You've Got Hell to Pay
Posted on April 10, 2002 at 05:36:35 AM
He sat in the locker room. It was about midnight now, but there he was, still hanging out. Levi calmly smoked a cigarette, really not bothered by much, but Dawk... Dawk wasn't feeling too calm. He couldn't concentrate on anything, because on April ninth, he was robbed.
Taylor Dawkins doesn't like to be robbed
So, Tommy... tell me how you do it. How the hell do you keep so calm, after all this crap we're given?
Tommy eyed Dawk; Dawk had seen that look before, and he knew he didn't like it
What are you talking about? All the crap we were given? I was handed a World title shot in what WILL be my final match in the RWA. I have the opportunity to take Boyce's stupid little belt to Connecticut with me
Now it was Dawk who eyed Levi; and now it was Levi who knew that he didn't like that look
Wait a second. You don't... you don't really think you're going to beat me, do you?
Levi stood, as did Dawk. They both took a step closer, and another. They were about five inches apart, and when it looked like things were going to get worse...
They did
No, Taylor, of course I don't. Because as we know, NO ONE can beat you. You're the greatest wrestler of all time. You're God. If anyone had even HALF of your talent, they'd dominate the world, because after you, talent falls into an abyss of nothing
Levi's pissed off face brought an arrogant as hell smirk to Dawk's, who surprisingly...
Took a step back
Whoa there tiger... settle down. There'll DEFINITELY be a time and a place for this, but now is NOT the time for it. Next week, we got Shane Douglas and Raven. Now, I know you're leaving soon, but come on man, we can't give the tag straps to those two dickwads. It was bad enough when I was all but forced to give Tazz the Hardcore title... it can't happen again with his cronies
Levi rubbed his face with his hand, nodding slowly
You're right. Our day will come, but for now, we focus on this alleged Solution
Yeah, the Solution. The group of sluts that since the day they came here, have run their collective mouth, run their collective mouth, and run their collective mouth, without ONCE doing ANYTHING of importance. Hell, the one win that group has, Tazz owes to about four other people. Tuesday night, we get to show them why Taylor Dawkins and Tommy Levi are two people you just don't play stupid games with
Dawk grabbed his gear, and Levi followed.
They headed to the rent-a-car, put the gear in the back, and began heading to the hotel
You know, Dawk, the one thing I find so damn amazing... you'd think that after ALL the verbal diareeah Tazz has thrown towards you and I since he got here, you think HE'D be in this tag match. I guess we know what kind of sack that nutless wonder is sporting
Yep. I believe they call it the Damian Storm Model
They laughed, but it was uneasy.
The two, at one time inseparable, were now at the brink of finally being split.
And with Tommy's final match being against Dawk, well... it didn't take a genius to figure out why things seemed so strange
Well, don't worry, Dawk. Raven and Douglas aren't gonna do anything that we don't let them do. And hey, if they do pull out some win, who the hell cares? You know Tazz will stick his little fingers in the cookie jar for this, so it'll be tainted as hell anyways. And really, screw the RWA. It's a nothing place, and you know it
Dawk halfassed a grin, just to avoid anymore tension, but for a split second, he just wanted to tell Levi to shut the hell up.
Not much was said after that, and somewhere, Boyce slept easy, knowing that there was trouble in paradise...
In Memory of Kham, April 9th, 1995
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Adam, April 10th, 2001
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