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Posted: Aug 22 2010, 03:01 PM
Member No.: 92
Joined: 23-April 10
Lorenzo Demarco did not go to the gym as often as a pro wrestler should. Donít get the wrong impression, he did go the gym, he did train, but he could slack off on it every now and then. Itís not exactly a huge deal, itís not like missing a few days here and there made him go out of shape. Demarco was in great shape. Maybe not phenomenal shape but luckily in wrestling, you could get away with not being in phenomenal shape if you knew your way around the ring enough. Today though, Lorenzo Demarco did find himself in the gym and he was working on stamina training. You see in tag matches, sometimes you may find yourself in the ring longer than you want, and when this happens you got to do all you can to keep your energy up, make sure that spark doesnít go out so youíll have plenty of reserves in order to hang on until that opportunity to make a tag happens. It wasnít a particular hard or strenuous training day, but it did what it was suppose to do and by the end of the training Demarco felt accomplished and felt it was time to hit the showers. Demarco hated locker room showers, cause there was no privacy. Everyone just stood in the same area naked as the day they were born and shower. Demarco never liked that. So he would wait until he got home to shower. Sure he would smell all the way there, but it was a small price to pay to keep from seeing the man pieces of others. As he enters the locker room though, still in his training gear he is met with a sight he didnít expect to see. There in the locker room waiting for him, dressed in business attire, was The Great One the leader of the NFB, an successful lawyer, an successful lady, and if your wife ever met him, let just say youíd be losing half of your possessions quick! Trevor Kent gives some humorous applause as Lorenzo Demarco takes a gulp from his water bottle.
Lorenzo Demarco: What do I owe the applause for?
The Great One: For actually preparing for our final GCWA match. I hardly believed it when your neighbor told me he saw you heading toward the gym. Then again, Iím not sure exactly how he knew you were heading to the gym, I think you have a stalker!
Lorenzo Demarco: Fame has a way of doing that to you I suppose. In any case youíre here, Iím here. What do you want Trevor?
The Great One: Want? Now now, whatís to say this isnít just a friendly visit where Iíve come to check up on you and see what your doing?
[Lorenzo Demarco: Because I know you, and I know how you operate!
The Great One: Indeed, well, okay you are correct. There is a bit of business attached to this visit, but itís not so important that you have to do it, although I prefer you would. It could benefit us both.
Lorenzo Demarco: Well, I have nothing against business donít you know. Especially business that might in the end put a few dollars in my pocket?
The Great One: You insult me with such a statement. If it was only a few dollars I wouldnít even bother with it. You know me better than that.
Lorenzo Demarco: Indeed I do. Okay, youíre on. But lets not discuss business here. I donít think a locker room is the greatest setting to do business.
The Great One: I most definitely occur. You know that Chinese restaurant the bamboo palace or whatever itís called? Meet me there in an hour and a half. Take a nice shower, put on some decent clothing and weíll meet then.
The Great One gets up and exitís the locker room. Lorenzo Demarco takes a swig of his water and turns around just in time to see a naked man walk out of the shower wet, and with a fully erect penis. Lorenzo almost spits his water completely out of his mouth. Well, he just saw a grown man naked. One goal failed today.
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Lorenzo Demarco is an hour and a half late. Thereís really no excuse for this other than he just moved very slow when he was at home. But heís now at the bamboo palace and heís sitting across from The Great One.
Lorenzo Demarco: Okay, Iím here.
The Great One: Youíre also late.
Lorenzo Demarco: True, but obviously thatís not to big of a deal cause you decided to wait.
The Great One: Be serious why donít you. Look, we got an opportunity and I want you to come with me. I could ask Shayde or Chase but the fact of the matter is youíre my tag partner and because of this I feel I should offer it to you. I want you to accompany me to Canada.
Lorenzo Demarco: Really? Youíre serious? Canada of all places.
The Great One: I know, I know. Itís not my ideal place ever. After all itís so filled with. Well it has so many. Whatís that word Iím looking for . . .
Lorenzo Demarco: Canadians?
The Great One: Thatís the word. Yes, distasteful people. Fall to socialist, fall to polite, and fall to naÔve to how the world works. Actually makes you proud to be American donít you know.
Lorenzo Demarco: Lovely speech, powerful, moving, inspiring. Get to the fucking reason we are going to Canada!
The Great One: To capture the rare and exotic albino Quebecian beaver.
Lorenzo Demarco: . . . . . . . Care . . . .to . . . . Run . . . . . That . . . . By . . . .me . . . Again?
The Great One: To capture the rare and exotic albino Quebecian beaver. Almost extinct, some donít even think itís exist. Yet, Iíve got photographic proof. I know where they breed, I know were they feed, and if we can obtain a few of them, we can sell them in the correct markets and make a fortune.
Lorenzo Demarcoís mouth opens wide at this notion. He doesnít know what to say. He tries to come up with a response but he continues to stumble over his opening words. This goes on for a spell until The Great One can hold it no longer and begins to let waves of laughter from his mouth.
Lorenzo Demarco: Muthafucka . . .
The Great One: HA! Oh god that was good, very good indeed. You were so close to buying it also. No we ainít going up there for no beaver. . .
Lorenzo Demarco: Well I already figured youíd given up on chasing beaver anyway.
The Great One: BAH! Look, the reason weíre going up to Canada is, well, Iím not telling you.
Lorenzo Demarco: Thatís so much bullshit!
The Great One: Try to keep your cursing down and to a minimum. I donít want to get thrown out of this restaurant with itís half-assed waiting staff and itís pre-prepared Chinese food. At least the alcohol is pretty fantastic.
Lorenzo Demarco: So you want me, days before our final GCWA match to come up with you Canada for reason you wontí tell me for money which I have no clue the amount is!
The Great One: Pretty much yes!
Lorenzo Demarco: Iím in!
The Great One: Really? Just like that? I donít have to twist youíre arm, or say things like íyou owe meí or íwhatís the matter is the black guy afraid of Canadiansí or something like that.
Lorenzo Demarco: No for several reasons. First, weíve gotten to know each other very well the past few months and I believe you are a man who wonít step into a venture without knowing the details and/or not knowing if itís worth it. Second, itís Canada what the hell can happen to us in Canada. Also third and most importantly, Iím bored and this could be exciting.
The Great One: I wonder if that third one is what convinced your people to jump on the slave ships.
Lorenzo Demarco: Iím pretty sure that had something to do with whips and chains.
The Great One: African American history is to boring for me to care.
Lorenzo Demarco: Just like your wrestling career OH!!!!
The Great One: Hey Ataxia gave me less trouble than he gave you.
Lorenzo Demarco: And I warned you from the beginning not to let TLS in the group.
The Great One: You did no such thing.
Lorenzo Demarco: The hell I didnít. Shit, you just didnít listen. You thought the group was coming along nicely and nothing could go wrong. Well guess what, something went wrong and now we have to correct that wrong at the pay per view.
The Great One: Minor problem, minor problem Demarco. The Lost Soulís career had seen better days. Not much better days mind you, but better days none the less. Iím not worried about The Lost Soul.
Lorenzo Demarco: What about Rishel?
The Great One: What about him? He has talent sure, Iíll give him that much. But itís hard to swim in the difficult current of wrestling when you have a fail anchor like The Lost soul wrapped around your neck keeping you down. Trust me Demarco, itís nothing to worry about.
Lorenzo Demarco: Who says Iím worried. Now back to business, when do you want to depart? In the morning?
The Great One: I think that would be the best time yes. You do wake up in the morning right?
Lorenzo Demarco: Check out the jokes coming out of Trevorís mouth. Iíll be up, you just be on time. Seven A.M sharp .. .
The Great One: Eight A.M: I do my driving after breakfast!
Lorenzo Demarco nods in agreement as itís now been agreed upon. Both TGO (The Great One) and TBO (The Black One) will make their way to the fabled Canada where they will find socialized medicine, bi lingual broadcasts, barely existent naval forces, and most importantly ADVENTURE!.