Post by davidcross on Nov 19, 2008 1:57:44 GMT -5
the blue Avalanche is seen pulling into the driveway at the Fox residence. Loud bass pounds out of the speakers before David Cross cuts the ignition. He hops out of the truck, and walks around to the passenger side. Before he opens the door he digs in the pocket of his black Dickie pants and pulls out his cell phone. He keys in a number and listens as the phone ends on the opposite end.
Darrin: Yo.
David: Hey what up bro?
Darrin: Not much, what you getting into today?
David: I actually just pulled up to the Arena. I had to stop and pick up something for Blaze. Figured he deserves something nice after beating me.
Darrin: Oh God. We wont ever hear the end of that!
David: You ain't lying.
Darrin: So after you're doing makin nice with Blaze, you wanna go out and get into something?
David: Definitely. Can't let baby Bro have all the fun! You driving?
Darrin: Yeah I will swoop you up in a bit.
David: Alright, see ya then.
Cross flips the phone shut and opens the passenger door of the truck, withdrawing a large white box. He pushes the door closed with his elbow and turns up the sidewalk. He gets to the front door and balances the box on one palm while he opens the front door. He walks into the Arena, down the hall, setting the box down on a table set up just outside of Blaze’s Locker room.
David: Blaze!!! Where you hiding at?
Blaze: What you need?
David: Get out here! I got something for you!
Blaze's voice can be heard coming closer to the door, and we see him emerge through the door leading out into the hall, dressed in black A black top and cut off jean shorts.
Blaze: Cross, I swear, if its your dirty laundry or something equally disgusting I am going to kill you...
Blaze Steps into the hall, and sees Cross standing there, looking pleased with himself, then notices the white box sitting on the table. he cocks an eyebrow at him suspiciously.
Blaze: Well Cross, is something going to jump out at me?
David: Just open the box...
Blaze reaches out and flips the lid on the box open, and jumps back a few feet, peering cautiously inside. he then walks forward and stares into the box before looking at David Cross.
Blaze: Are you serious? You bought this for me?
David: Yup. Cost me $25 too. But I figured after this weeks match, you were worth it. You did good kiddo. You held your own out there. And well you earned it.
Blaze reaches into the box and pulls out the chocolate cream pie. Mounds of whipped cream and chocolate chips ooze over the top of it, cascading down the sides in a calorie ridden heap. Blaze pokes a finger into the pie and scoops up some of the whipped cream and pops it into his mouth, his eyes slowly closing in delight.
David: Want me to just drop it in a trough and let you have at it? Damn, get a fork or something...
Blaze(laughing): You're right. You want some?
David: No way, thats chick food. I'm a man. I eat meat, potatoes, and the occasional vegetable when necessary. And beer of course.
Blaze looks at Cross with a hint of irritation.
David: Johnny you wont be a problem. I still got that box of Lucky Charms in the cupboard, so that has you covered. You isnt going to do anything that would risk yourself going into this match. As far as You goes, thats beef, and I have no intention of stepping in the middle of that unless I absolutely have to. In which case I have no issue with handling Devastator too.
Blaze: Yeah well, I think your not taking This serious enough.
David: Whats to take serious Johnny? dude you have some type of serous malfunction. Your probably gonna come into this match and mistake me for Austin and Goldberg or some weird shit like that.
Blaze tilts his head to the side, examining David Cross critically for a second, a forkful of pie paused half way to his mouth.
Blaze: You know, you DO kinda look...
David: Don't even say it! There is no way in hell I look like a redneck. And can you picture me running around going "You're Next!'
Blaze smirks behind his chocolate cream pie, and quickly stuffs the forkful into his mouth to stifle his pleasure. David looks at him irritated.
David: Oh yeah you think thats funny do you?Blaze: Yeah actually I do.
David: Johnny you got a smear of chocolate right on your nose. I knew you were a brown noser, but who you been sucking up to that closely with lately?
Blaze grabs his nose and turns around, ripping a Kleenex out off the Box and frantically wiping his nose.
Blaze: Shut up smart ass. Is it gone?
he begins to turn around, not having seen David lift the pie from the table, and as he turns towards him, he smashes the pie right into Blaze’s face, chocolate, whipped cream, and chocolate chips dripping down his face, splattering down onto his chest and smearing stickily into his hair. he screams.
Blaze: You asshole!
David Charges off down the hall listening to Blaze screaming at him in the back ground With that parting shot he turns on his heel and stomps back inside, turning on the fauscet in the rest room. Blaze tries to wipe the cream off of himself with a paper towel, and succeeds in just smearing it even worse
David: Hmm I wonder if my victory at Turbo is going to be as sweet as this pie... Oh Jesus I'm starting to think in food analogies, Darrin better hurry up and get here, I need some testosterone and a beer A.S.A.P.
David barely finishes muttering this sentence when his cell phone starts blaring. He digs in his pocket and pulls out the cell, and lifts it to his ear, mindful of the cream.
David: Yo. Man Darrin, you gotta come get me outta here!
Darrin: Yo.
David: Hey what up bro?
Darrin: Not much, what you getting into today?
David: I actually just pulled up to the Arena. I had to stop and pick up something for Blaze. Figured he deserves something nice after beating me.
Darrin: Oh God. We wont ever hear the end of that!
David: You ain't lying.
Darrin: So after you're doing makin nice with Blaze, you wanna go out and get into something?
David: Definitely. Can't let baby Bro have all the fun! You driving?
Darrin: Yeah I will swoop you up in a bit.
David: Alright, see ya then.
Cross flips the phone shut and opens the passenger door of the truck, withdrawing a large white box. He pushes the door closed with his elbow and turns up the sidewalk. He gets to the front door and balances the box on one palm while he opens the front door. He walks into the Arena, down the hall, setting the box down on a table set up just outside of Blaze’s Locker room.
David: Blaze!!! Where you hiding at?
Blaze: What you need?
David: Get out here! I got something for you!
Blaze's voice can be heard coming closer to the door, and we see him emerge through the door leading out into the hall, dressed in black A black top and cut off jean shorts.
Blaze: Cross, I swear, if its your dirty laundry or something equally disgusting I am going to kill you...
Blaze Steps into the hall, and sees Cross standing there, looking pleased with himself, then notices the white box sitting on the table. he cocks an eyebrow at him suspiciously.
Blaze: Well Cross, is something going to jump out at me?
David: Just open the box...
Blaze reaches out and flips the lid on the box open, and jumps back a few feet, peering cautiously inside. he then walks forward and stares into the box before looking at David Cross.
Blaze: Are you serious? You bought this for me?
David: Yup. Cost me $25 too. But I figured after this weeks match, you were worth it. You did good kiddo. You held your own out there. And well you earned it.
Blaze reaches into the box and pulls out the chocolate cream pie. Mounds of whipped cream and chocolate chips ooze over the top of it, cascading down the sides in a calorie ridden heap. Blaze pokes a finger into the pie and scoops up some of the whipped cream and pops it into his mouth, his eyes slowly closing in delight.
David: Want me to just drop it in a trough and let you have at it? Damn, get a fork or something...
Blaze(laughing): You're right. You want some?
David: No way, thats chick food. I'm a man. I eat meat, potatoes, and the occasional vegetable when necessary. And beer of course.
Blaze looks at Cross with a hint of irritation.
David: Johnny you wont be a problem. I still got that box of Lucky Charms in the cupboard, so that has you covered. You isnt going to do anything that would risk yourself going into this match. As far as You goes, thats beef, and I have no intention of stepping in the middle of that unless I absolutely have to. In which case I have no issue with handling Devastator too.
Blaze: Yeah well, I think your not taking This serious enough.
David: Whats to take serious Johnny? dude you have some type of serous malfunction. Your probably gonna come into this match and mistake me for Austin and Goldberg or some weird shit like that.
Blaze tilts his head to the side, examining David Cross critically for a second, a forkful of pie paused half way to his mouth.
Blaze: You know, you DO kinda look...
David: Don't even say it! There is no way in hell I look like a redneck. And can you picture me running around going "You're Next!'
Blaze smirks behind his chocolate cream pie, and quickly stuffs the forkful into his mouth to stifle his pleasure. David looks at him irritated.
David: Oh yeah you think thats funny do you?Blaze: Yeah actually I do.
David: Johnny you got a smear of chocolate right on your nose. I knew you were a brown noser, but who you been sucking up to that closely with lately?
Blaze grabs his nose and turns around, ripping a Kleenex out off the Box and frantically wiping his nose.
Blaze: Shut up smart ass. Is it gone?
he begins to turn around, not having seen David lift the pie from the table, and as he turns towards him, he smashes the pie right into Blaze’s face, chocolate, whipped cream, and chocolate chips dripping down his face, splattering down onto his chest and smearing stickily into his hair. he screams.
Blaze: You asshole!
David Charges off down the hall listening to Blaze screaming at him in the back ground With that parting shot he turns on his heel and stomps back inside, turning on the fauscet in the rest room. Blaze tries to wipe the cream off of himself with a paper towel, and succeeds in just smearing it even worse
David: Hmm I wonder if my victory at Turbo is going to be as sweet as this pie... Oh Jesus I'm starting to think in food analogies, Darrin better hurry up and get here, I need some testosterone and a beer A.S.A.P.
David barely finishes muttering this sentence when his cell phone starts blaring. He digs in his pocket and pulls out the cell, and lifts it to his ear, mindful of the cream.
David: Yo. Man Darrin, you gotta come get me outta here!
