Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2014 19:02:45 GMT -6
“This punk things I walk around with a entourage because I'm weak?”
[Great, the anger is still strong in this one.]
“Calib, the guy was just cutting a promo alright, don't let it bug ya.”
[We see Ryan Cooke, the agent to our fearless hero, or villain I should say, adjusting his napkin on his lap.]
“Of course that's gonna bug me. I'm stuck with a entourage because I have to cause my pockets weak.”
[The setting is at the fine dining at L.A. Live, right at Staples Center, home of our soon to be champions favorite NBA franchise, the Los Angeles Lakers. Yeah I know, I get it, the team is junk this season, but hey......everyone has to suck at some point.]
“I hope Phil shows up to the game tonight cause I'm so pissed off I'm gonna walk up to him and give him the business for going to New York.”
[Ryan just shakes his head at Calib.]
“How to hell do you plan on doing that? Guy problem won't even be in the city.”
[The waitress drops off the shots as Calib slams his, then eyes Ryan, snatching his.]
“I'm gonna get out of my seat, and walk up to him.....”
[Ryan takes his shot back before cutting him off.]
“This isn't seven years ago when you had your court seats Calib, your here in the upper level tonight.”
[Calib is shut down after that one.]
“And for that matter Calib, I still don't know why you blew every cent you made last show to come all the way here to watch these two crap clubs. Jeez, Pau isn't even starting. Glad you spent your whole months pay on Chris Kaman as the star.”
“Fair enough.”
[Calib rarely gets humbled so easily but when your team is that bad, there isn't much you can say. The ups and down of the Lakers these last two years have been a hell of a ride. From the bad like in 94 with Sam Bowie and Sedale Threatt, or even this season with Wesley Johnson and Robert Sacre in the starting line up, to the big time of Kobe and Shaq, Kobe and Pau, Magic and Kareem, and the rest goes on and on. Right now though, you can't argue that it's the coldest title in the league.]
[Next to the 76ers though.]
“Man I hate D'Antoni.”
[No that wasn't Wallace, that was some guy at the table to their left.]
“Calib let's get down to business. Tomorrow you face Luke Jackson, and he seems not only more focused on Matt Ward, but also less hungry for the title.”
“How can you not be hungry for the strap. You go to the top, you get paid, your king.”
[Ryan takes a sip of his beer, nodding at his client.]
“He always thinks people are doubting 'the kid' as he says. Kid doesn't have the slightest clue about being on top yet, and that's your in. You have the ability to beat anybody, and this is no different. He talks like a rookie, and you need to show him why this isn't your first dance.”
“Kid's 18 right?”
[Ryan nods.]
“Yep. He's fresh into wrestling, and this is his big chance to make a name for himself.”
[Calib shoots another drink.]
“Well, sucks for him I'm not a person who lets anyone make a name for themselves. This is my world.”
[Calib wipes his face and gets up, before looking at Ryan.]
“I'm Kobe coach, this kid's nothing more than a punk like Smush Parker.”
[For non NBA fans, when the Lakers were down, Smush Parker was the point guard on the team and Kobe, well didn't think much of him, or his lack of talent.]
“Let's go, we have a game to watch.”
[Fade.]
[Great, the anger is still strong in this one.]
“Calib, the guy was just cutting a promo alright, don't let it bug ya.”
[We see Ryan Cooke, the agent to our fearless hero, or villain I should say, adjusting his napkin on his lap.]
“Of course that's gonna bug me. I'm stuck with a entourage because I have to cause my pockets weak.”
[The setting is at the fine dining at L.A. Live, right at Staples Center, home of our soon to be champions favorite NBA franchise, the Los Angeles Lakers. Yeah I know, I get it, the team is junk this season, but hey......everyone has to suck at some point.]
“I hope Phil shows up to the game tonight cause I'm so pissed off I'm gonna walk up to him and give him the business for going to New York.”
[Ryan just shakes his head at Calib.]
“How to hell do you plan on doing that? Guy problem won't even be in the city.”
[The waitress drops off the shots as Calib slams his, then eyes Ryan, snatching his.]
“I'm gonna get out of my seat, and walk up to him.....”
[Ryan takes his shot back before cutting him off.]
“This isn't seven years ago when you had your court seats Calib, your here in the upper level tonight.”
[Calib is shut down after that one.]
“And for that matter Calib, I still don't know why you blew every cent you made last show to come all the way here to watch these two crap clubs. Jeez, Pau isn't even starting. Glad you spent your whole months pay on Chris Kaman as the star.”
“Fair enough.”
[Calib rarely gets humbled so easily but when your team is that bad, there isn't much you can say. The ups and down of the Lakers these last two years have been a hell of a ride. From the bad like in 94 with Sam Bowie and Sedale Threatt, or even this season with Wesley Johnson and Robert Sacre in the starting line up, to the big time of Kobe and Shaq, Kobe and Pau, Magic and Kareem, and the rest goes on and on. Right now though, you can't argue that it's the coldest title in the league.]
[Next to the 76ers though.]
“Man I hate D'Antoni.”
[No that wasn't Wallace, that was some guy at the table to their left.]
“Calib let's get down to business. Tomorrow you face Luke Jackson, and he seems not only more focused on Matt Ward, but also less hungry for the title.”
“How can you not be hungry for the strap. You go to the top, you get paid, your king.”
[Ryan takes a sip of his beer, nodding at his client.]
“He always thinks people are doubting 'the kid' as he says. Kid doesn't have the slightest clue about being on top yet, and that's your in. You have the ability to beat anybody, and this is no different. He talks like a rookie, and you need to show him why this isn't your first dance.”
“Kid's 18 right?”
[Ryan nods.]
“Yep. He's fresh into wrestling, and this is his big chance to make a name for himself.”
[Calib shoots another drink.]
“Well, sucks for him I'm not a person who lets anyone make a name for themselves. This is my world.”
[Calib wipes his face and gets up, before looking at Ryan.]
“I'm Kobe coach, this kid's nothing more than a punk like Smush Parker.”
[For non NBA fans, when the Lakers were down, Smush Parker was the point guard on the team and Kobe, well didn't think much of him, or his lack of talent.]
“Let's go, we have a game to watch.”
[Fade.]