Fight Like a Man
Jul 19, 2023 20:23:19 GMT
Post by Harvey Francis on Jul 19, 2023 20:23:19 GMT
Harvey Francis: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT, BOB!?
Bob Regan: Mr. Regan.
Harvey Francis: THAT’S WHAT I SAID!
Bob Regan: I told you what it was. My declaration of intent to win this tournament. Our opponents in the opening round are a full-fledged team. We are not. If we do not strike first, they will think we are weak. Are we weak, Mister Francis?
Harvey Francis: I’m sure as Hell not - but you can’t go around costing other teams in the tournament! We’ve got a target on our back before we can even HAVE a back to have a target on!
Bob Regan: I am afraid your metaphor has gone over my head, but I believe I understand. Nevertheless, I will not argue that my plan is the right plan, because it *is* the right plan, Harvey. We have weakened our opponents for next week, that is where my focus lies. If the Shinigami Foundation wish to return the favor I gave them, then so be it. If the Destructoras wish to get revenge for what happened, then let them as well. I am a man, and I will fight like one.
Harvey rolls his eyes, and reaches forward, grabbing Regan by his suit jacket.
Harvey Francis: Listen, dude. You might think all’a that’s gonna work in our favor - but even if all the stars align and the Shinigami Foundation, The Destructoras, Barney the fucking Dinosaur, and whoever the Hell else you think is going to weasel us out of the shithole you’ve put us in shows up … how does that plan account for the fact that I FUCKING HATE YOU, BOB!
Regan’s demeanor does not change. He simply removes Harvey’s hands from his jacket, and takes a small step back, dusting himself off, almost as if to get the “filth” of Harvey off of his suit.
Bob Regan: While the word ‘hate’ is not one I would use to describe my feelings for you, Harvey, I have to agree that this particular part of my plan falls entirely on your actions. Do you wish to be successful here in RAZOR Wrestling?
Harvey Francis: Of course I do!
Bob Regan: Did you not try once already to become a singles champion in this promotion, and failed at the number one contendership opportunity?
Harvey Francis: ... what about it?
Bob Regan: My point, child, is that we are in a similar position. Success has not yet been associated with our names, and while it is peculiar that our superior has paired the two of us together, it would be in both our best interests to do as our boss has instructed us to do, and compete for those tag team championships …
Harvey once again rolls his eyes, but quickly winces, grabbing his neck, having bothered the area where Ramma’s strike had connected with him.
Bob Regan: ... and with my declaration of success and achievement, you have found yourself in the crosshairs of Aroa Ramma. You may not like what I have done tonight, but be honest with yourself; would you rather fight Ramma and Miller on your own, or with someone by your side?
Harvey frowns, knowing that his ‘partner’ is right.
Harvey Francis: Point taken. What’s the game plan with Insane Fortune then, Bob?
Bob Regan: Mister Regan- and as far as our strategy for our match … I have secured the two of us training with the best professional wrestling coach I know of.
Harvey Francis: And who might that be?
Bob Regan: You will see. For now, rest, we have a big week ahead.
And with that, Regan makes his way off-camera. Harvey shakes his head, reaching into his jeans pocket and retrieving his cellphone. He quickly dials a number, putting the phone to his ear, waiting impatiently before there is an answer on the other end.
Harvey Francis: Hello, Dad Hunter? Yes, it’s Harvey again – are you *sure* you can’t beat this Bob Regan guy up for me? I know he’s not my dad!!! Ugh, FUCK!!!