Post by Jay Impact on Dec 13, 2020 14:00:35 GMT -5
The scene opens inside Jay Impact's hotel room where he is backpacking and almost on his way to leave the hotel and take the flight to another city. His phone rings.
Jay Impact: DAMN! Who will it be...
Impact takes out the phone from his pocket and receives the call from an unknown number.
Jay Impact: Yo! This is John Smith, how may help you today?
Rumpke: Bud, I didn't know you have a habit of forgetting your name too.
Jay Impact: Rumpke?
Rumpke: Hell yeah!
Jay Impact: Holy cow! I thought that CIA have been tracking me down.
Rumpke: Why would they do that? Are you again working on the nuclear fusion?
Jay Impact: No, this time I'm on my way to discover COVID vaccine and heading to Istanbul, Turkey.
Rumpke: Buddy, I sure am drunk but I'm not that dumb. Just tell me the truth, is that another excuse to miss the SFT show this week?
Jay takes a sigh and remains silent.
Rumpke: Come on buddy, its the end of the year. You should be competing for the show. We've got Gold Rush Match going on.
Jay Impact: What difference would it make to me? Will it help me to win my Hardcore Title back?
Rumpke: Think big, buddy. Not only hardcore but all other championships are also on the line.
Jay Impact: Holy cow! That means I can whoop Candace and Balkan asses on the same night and leave for Turkey as double champion.
Rumpke: Wait, what do you mean by "I"? I thought we were going to work together on this.
Jay Impact: Of course, broski! You can get your Hardcore Title back from Saints. I'm not that gold hungry that I'd forget my friend's wish.
Rumpke: Yeah, right! Now get your ass here.
Jay Impact: Where?!
Rumpke: Whoops! I forgot where the event is actually taking please. Let me hang-up the call and text you the exact location.
Jay Impact: Alrighty!
Jay drops the luggage he is crying on the ground and sits on the chair, holding the phone in his hand and waiting for Rumpke to send in the Titans 99 location, as the scene fades out.
Jay Impact: DAMN! Who will it be...
Impact takes out the phone from his pocket and receives the call from an unknown number.
Jay Impact: Yo! This is John Smith, how may help you today?
Rumpke: Bud, I didn't know you have a habit of forgetting your name too.
Jay Impact: Rumpke?
Rumpke: Hell yeah!
Jay Impact: Holy cow! I thought that CIA have been tracking me down.
Rumpke: Why would they do that? Are you again working on the nuclear fusion?
Jay Impact: No, this time I'm on my way to discover COVID vaccine and heading to Istanbul, Turkey.
Rumpke: Buddy, I sure am drunk but I'm not that dumb. Just tell me the truth, is that another excuse to miss the SFT show this week?
Jay takes a sigh and remains silent.
Rumpke: Come on buddy, its the end of the year. You should be competing for the show. We've got Gold Rush Match going on.
Jay Impact: What difference would it make to me? Will it help me to win my Hardcore Title back?
Rumpke: Think big, buddy. Not only hardcore but all other championships are also on the line.
Jay Impact: Holy cow! That means I can whoop Candace and Balkan asses on the same night and leave for Turkey as double champion.
Rumpke: Wait, what do you mean by "I"? I thought we were going to work together on this.
Jay Impact: Of course, broski! You can get your Hardcore Title back from Saints. I'm not that gold hungry that I'd forget my friend's wish.
Rumpke: Yeah, right! Now get your ass here.
Jay Impact: Where?!
Rumpke: Whoops! I forgot where the event is actually taking please. Let me hang-up the call and text you the exact location.
Jay Impact: Alrighty!
Jay drops the luggage he is crying on the ground and sits on the chair, holding the phone in his hand and waiting for Rumpke to send in the Titans 99 location, as the scene fades out.
