Post by Dave Masters on Mar 13, 2005 21:20:49 GMT
Quest for Gold came back from a commcercial break, showing Shane Powers to be sitting at his desk, sifting through some papers. A few seconds later, the putrid stench of chronic smoke began to fill the air, a knock being heard on the door to the office a few seconds later. Shane looked up from the papers, wrinkling his nose up a bit before shaking his head and standing up, murmuring something about drugs.
Shane Powers: Come in, Chronic.
The door swung open, revealing it to indeed be Chronic standing there, a joint in hand and a goofy smile on his face. Chronic had his tag title on his right shoulder, his Hardcore title on his left shoulder, and his InterNational title strapped firmly around his waist.
Chronic: I swear, everybody seems to know it’s me whenever I knock on the door these days. Anyway, you called?
Shane Powers: Yes, yes I did. Please have a seat.
Shane made a motion at one of the seats in front of his desk as he sat back down, pulling his own seat closer to his desk. Chronic walked into the office and sat down on one of the chairs that was close to the desk, extinguishing his joint while he was talking.
Chronic: So what was it you wanted to talk about?
Shane Powers: Well, as you probably know, Chronic, we have a rule when it comes to titles that states that a wrestle can’t hold more then two titles. You hold three. So, to save you the worry of deciding which title your going to drop, I’ll choose for you.
Chronic’s usual smile disappeared as he looked at Shane, obviously a little worried about which title would be taken from him.
Shane Powers: Chronic, please give me the...HaRdCoRe title.
Chronic sat there, thinking about it for a few seconds before reaching up to his left shoulder and pulled the HaRdCoRe title from it, handing it to Shane, who took it and put it inside a suitcase.
Shane Powers: Thank you, Chronic. You may go now.
Chronic, looking as if he were in a trance, stood up and turned, leaving the room as the cameras faded to black for commercials.
Shane Powers: Come in, Chronic.
The door swung open, revealing it to indeed be Chronic standing there, a joint in hand and a goofy smile on his face. Chronic had his tag title on his right shoulder, his Hardcore title on his left shoulder, and his InterNational title strapped firmly around his waist.
Chronic: I swear, everybody seems to know it’s me whenever I knock on the door these days. Anyway, you called?
Shane Powers: Yes, yes I did. Please have a seat.
Shane made a motion at one of the seats in front of his desk as he sat back down, pulling his own seat closer to his desk. Chronic walked into the office and sat down on one of the chairs that was close to the desk, extinguishing his joint while he was talking.
Chronic: So what was it you wanted to talk about?
Shane Powers: Well, as you probably know, Chronic, we have a rule when it comes to titles that states that a wrestle can’t hold more then two titles. You hold three. So, to save you the worry of deciding which title your going to drop, I’ll choose for you.
Chronic’s usual smile disappeared as he looked at Shane, obviously a little worried about which title would be taken from him.
Shane Powers: Chronic, please give me the...HaRdCoRe title.
Chronic sat there, thinking about it for a few seconds before reaching up to his left shoulder and pulled the HaRdCoRe title from it, handing it to Shane, who took it and put it inside a suitcase.
Shane Powers: Thank you, Chronic. You may go now.
Chronic, looking as if he were in a trance, stood up and turned, leaving the room as the cameras faded to black for commercials.