Post by TFP on Jan 7, 2009 22:00:43 GMT -4
Enjoying a nice evening in a San Antonio bar, Davidson is playing a game of darts with other drinkers. Null and Void sit on the sidelines at the barstools near the front, sipping on their fancy coolers. They're rather impressed with Davidson's showing and talent, they wish they knew how to do something of the like. But instead, they sit where they are, sipping on coolers like the badass Asians they are. Null pulls his straw and sets it down on the table, then takes a swig of the last of it. Void is a little jealous and hauls back on the straw, feeling less down about himself and his drinking abilities that really aren't that brag-worthy in the social world.
Davidson does pretty good in the dart game, but isn't impressed. No bullseye, he isn't that awesome, but he did manage to rack up enough to be in third place. Once the game is finished and over with, he makes his goodbyes and leaves the bar with his two Asian associates. Making way to his car, he opens up the door and goes behind the wheel. Now, to the average person, being at the bar and then getting ready to drive home doesn't seem like such a good idea. But it's not like that, Davidson totally didn't drink. You see, Null and Void felt a little out of place in Davidson's point of view so he wanted to get them accepted in the world.
But that didn't happen.
Instead, the losers sat with the bartender, going over X-Box Live Gamerscores and all that nonsense that doesn't matter. Davidson even tried to introduce them to his friends at the bar, saying that they'd join in on the game of darts, but they just sat far back, shaking their heads. Such losers, they made Davidson seem uncool by saying things that never happened. It was really lame of them, but he knows what's the best thing to do in this kind of situation. In fact, the reason why he left was because he wanted to finish up with his business with Null and Void.
Davidson: "Did you guys have a fun time or what?"
Null: "Yeah, I got pretty drunk."
Void: "I'm a bit drunk myself, too."
Davidson: "I bet you are, ya bunch of lamebuckets."
Void: "What?"
Null: "Lamebuckets? We drank more than you did, man."
Davidson: "Totally not the point. When I wanted you guys to join up with me in a team, my expectations from you guys were to be almost on-level and on the same page. When you guys had the clear opening to become cool with my nameless and unknown bar friends, you decided to play it up with the bartender and drink on non-alcoholic beverages. Smooth move, morons, there's no alcohol on either one of your breath. Here's some mouthwash, it's a bit alcoholic, but it will put some hair on your toes."
Reaching in the cupholder, he grabs a small handheld bottle of Scope spearmint mouthwash and throws it back at them. Null grabs hold of it and just stares down at it. He knows that Davidson wasn't serious, it's all about getting in their head and making them feel like total crap. Braking at a red stoplight, Davidson signals left.
Davidson: "So rather than giving you guys another chance, I know you two aren't able to redeem yourselves. Basically, the term 'can't teach an old dog new tricks' applies to this situation perfectly. You guys are still the lame, uninteresting, lazy slackers I knew in BWA. You mesh well with teh Slax0rz, who also tend to be slackers. Who knew! But you could be worse, like Matty Legend or somebody like that, but don't worry. But nlike Matty Legend, I'll be kind to you both and your asses will go home with no bruises. Be lucky and even grateful that I invested the wasted time in you rather than money."
Void: "We're sorry."
Null: "A second chance?"
Void: "(What are you?! Insane?! We don't want no second chance.)"
Null: "(I know. I want to get home as much as you do, but this will make us seem like we cared.)"
Void: "(If he gives us a second chance, I'll give you A BIG FUCK YOU.)"
When the lights turns green, he turns left and continues his excursion through San Antonio. Null and Void just so happen to live in the same city as him, what luck is that? None, to be very honest with you. Looking up in his rear view mirror, he glares at Null. Or Void. He doesn't know, either, they're Asian twins.
Davidson: "Second chances. Hahaha, nice one. Consider any other chance from me to you guys unacceptable and impossible. I'll be doing my own thing from here on, you guys aren't worth a damn cent to me or W2K. You're past your prime, you can't draw ratings or put asses in seats. Who would tune into W2K to see only Null and Void? Who in the right mind would cheer for you two bore-a-saurs? I'm actually an essential part in W2K today, understand that and keep it in mind. If I want to associate with wrestlers, they have to be almost equal and not fractions lesser."
Pulling alongside a sidewalk, he puts his car in park and sits there.
Davidson: "Later."
Knowing that they're meant to leave, they step out and he automatically locks the doors. He speeds off and has a fun time somewhere else that doesn't have Null and Void being totally useless, pointless or worthless. He's off living life like he should be and something cool might happen.
Davidson does pretty good in the dart game, but isn't impressed. No bullseye, he isn't that awesome, but he did manage to rack up enough to be in third place. Once the game is finished and over with, he makes his goodbyes and leaves the bar with his two Asian associates. Making way to his car, he opens up the door and goes behind the wheel. Now, to the average person, being at the bar and then getting ready to drive home doesn't seem like such a good idea. But it's not like that, Davidson totally didn't drink. You see, Null and Void felt a little out of place in Davidson's point of view so he wanted to get them accepted in the world.
But that didn't happen.
Instead, the losers sat with the bartender, going over X-Box Live Gamerscores and all that nonsense that doesn't matter. Davidson even tried to introduce them to his friends at the bar, saying that they'd join in on the game of darts, but they just sat far back, shaking their heads. Such losers, they made Davidson seem uncool by saying things that never happened. It was really lame of them, but he knows what's the best thing to do in this kind of situation. In fact, the reason why he left was because he wanted to finish up with his business with Null and Void.
Davidson: "Did you guys have a fun time or what?"
Null: "Yeah, I got pretty drunk."
Void: "I'm a bit drunk myself, too."
Davidson: "I bet you are, ya bunch of lamebuckets."
Void: "What?"
Null: "Lamebuckets? We drank more than you did, man."
Davidson: "Totally not the point. When I wanted you guys to join up with me in a team, my expectations from you guys were to be almost on-level and on the same page. When you guys had the clear opening to become cool with my nameless and unknown bar friends, you decided to play it up with the bartender and drink on non-alcoholic beverages. Smooth move, morons, there's no alcohol on either one of your breath. Here's some mouthwash, it's a bit alcoholic, but it will put some hair on your toes."
Reaching in the cupholder, he grabs a small handheld bottle of Scope spearmint mouthwash and throws it back at them. Null grabs hold of it and just stares down at it. He knows that Davidson wasn't serious, it's all about getting in their head and making them feel like total crap. Braking at a red stoplight, Davidson signals left.
Davidson: "So rather than giving you guys another chance, I know you two aren't able to redeem yourselves. Basically, the term 'can't teach an old dog new tricks' applies to this situation perfectly. You guys are still the lame, uninteresting, lazy slackers I knew in BWA. You mesh well with teh Slax0rz, who also tend to be slackers. Who knew! But you could be worse, like Matty Legend or somebody like that, but don't worry. But nlike Matty Legend, I'll be kind to you both and your asses will go home with no bruises. Be lucky and even grateful that I invested the wasted time in you rather than money."
Void: "We're sorry."
Null: "A second chance?"
Void: "(What are you?! Insane?! We don't want no second chance.)"
Null: "(I know. I want to get home as much as you do, but this will make us seem like we cared.)"
Void: "(If he gives us a second chance, I'll give you A BIG FUCK YOU.)"
When the lights turns green, he turns left and continues his excursion through San Antonio. Null and Void just so happen to live in the same city as him, what luck is that? None, to be very honest with you. Looking up in his rear view mirror, he glares at Null. Or Void. He doesn't know, either, they're Asian twins.
Davidson: "Second chances. Hahaha, nice one. Consider any other chance from me to you guys unacceptable and impossible. I'll be doing my own thing from here on, you guys aren't worth a damn cent to me or W2K. You're past your prime, you can't draw ratings or put asses in seats. Who would tune into W2K to see only Null and Void? Who in the right mind would cheer for you two bore-a-saurs? I'm actually an essential part in W2K today, understand that and keep it in mind. If I want to associate with wrestlers, they have to be almost equal and not fractions lesser."
Pulling alongside a sidewalk, he puts his car in park and sits there.
Davidson: "Later."
Knowing that they're meant to leave, they step out and he automatically locks the doors. He speeds off and has a fun time somewhere else that doesn't have Null and Void being totally useless, pointless or worthless. He's off living life like he should be and something cool might happen.