Post by jaycphoenix on Mar 13, 2023 3:11:23 GMT -5
---MARCH 10, 2023---
TIP2, JAMAICA
The twenty contenders for the Caribbean Cup have begun to assemble near gorilla position for the upcoming Battle Royal.
But this isn't our destination...that resides around the corner to the right and pretty far down the hall to a room with a door slightly ajar, perfect opportunity for eavesdropping/peeping. ...Is peeping the correct term or is that too evoking of risque?
Spying.
Yeah, spying.
That's better......
? ? ? ?: "Fifty thousand. As promised."
We HEAR the ruffling of the end of a banded phat stack.
? ? ? ?: "And to think...those schmucks are about to compete for only 25k."
? ? ? ?: "Enjoy."
From slightly down the hall behind our POV--
JAY C. PHOENIX: "Master?? Master Frye are you down here?? ...... Where are you, sensei?
Our POV turns to see Jay approaching, still calling loudly.
JAY C. PHOENIX: "Probably should have discussed this sooner but I need your advice on how best to tackle the Battle Royal, Master. ...Master Frye?? Just imagine if I made it all the way to two men left in the ring and I screw up and some deadbeat absent asshat like MARCUS KA'DERRION wins the Cup because I didn't have the proper instruction. Boy, would MY face be red, I tell ya what. Why, a never-present prick like that would probably take the prize money and run, skip the next FNF and basically disregard the promised push attached to the win, essentially taking a giant disrespectful dump on the TPW, Terry Marshall and the rest of us! Who cares if he'd collect on it later, skipping the next Fury would be like pissing in all our faces!
Jay passes by, continuing down the corridor.
Back in the room with the ever so slightly ajar door--
? ? ? ?: "Go to your pupil."
MASTER FRYE: "Meh. He'll be fine."
