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LH Harrison · **07-12-2015, 10:37 PM**

As the tune plays over the small tavern, LH Harrison sits at the bar with that same exhausted expression upon his face. His eyes flicker down to his phone which reads 8:36 PM. A groan comes from his throat before he motions for the bartender to pour him another drink. The young black man behind the counter quickly obliges as Harrison doesnâ€™t look like anyone to piss off. Harrison raises his glass and takes a small sip.

A small time footage roles across the screen like it does in those movies when a lot of time has passed. Harrison has finished his drink once more and looks down at his phone which reads 8:46.

Ugh, where the hell is this guy? He tells me to meet him then canâ€™t bother to show up on time. That irks me. If you say 8 then be there at 8! How is that hard?

The bartender continues cleaning out a mug as he shakes his head.

I hear ya man. Who are ya waitinâ€™ for anyhow?

My boss. Well, one of the nitwits anyways.

How many do you have?

Well, thatâ€™s a good question. Letâ€™s see thereâ€™s Matthew Oaktree, Kirk MacClay, Ozymandias, Jumping Jack Jupiter, Mattael Cillio, John Madison, Shane

, oh and the dead Paul Heyman, the MIA Gabriel House, and then the other GM I helped kick out of office.

Whyâ€™d you do that? Maybe thatâ€™s why this boss guy is late. Scared youâ€™ll kick him out of office too.

Heh. I somehow doubt it. Especially since he was the one who paid me off for the job.

Harrison scoffs as he takes another sip of his drink. He rolls his eyes at the idea.

Ahhh. You make a mean drinkâ€¦ dang. I donâ€™t believe I ever caught your name.

Itâ€™s Elijah, man. And I â€˜preciate it.

No problem at all. Everyone deserves to be commended every now and then.

Ding, ding.

The sound of the bell on the door clamors as a stalky man with a toilet bowl hairstyle steps into the room. He snaps his fingers a few times to the song before stalking over to the bar and taking a seat beside The Inspiration. He slaps a hand across the back of LH who instantly clenches his jaw after already being angered due to the wait.

Well, itâ€™s about time Kirk.

Mmmm, you know the party donâ€™t start â€˜til I walk in.

What took you so long? This bartender and I have been just talking about how rude it is for you to keep me waiting for this long.

Oh is that so? Two of whatever heâ€™s having.

The bartender looks at him strangely before pouring the two drinks and sliding them to Kirk. Kirk licks his lips and throws the first drink down quickly. Kirkâ€™s face looks confused as he looks at LH.

Coke? On ice? Really LH?

Diet Coke to be precise. Regular coke gives me heartburn too much. Plus when you burp and the bubbles go up your nose? That crap hurts. Forget that. But yeah, I donâ€™t drink MacClay.

Kirk pushes his sleeves back up a little before pulling on his suspender straps and letting them go with a crack. He taps on the counter in order to get the bartenderâ€™s attention, but the man is busy helping another customer down the line a bit. Kirk turns back to LH while he waits.

Mmmmkay, youâ€™re probably wondering why youâ€™re here in a tavern in Denver with me before your match.

That would be correct, Kirk.

Well I am under the impression that a certain GM is trying to worm her way back into the power scene here in the XWF. You may know her as Miranda Tigris.

Yeah I saw the bitch was trying to team up with The Phantom to get back in or something. Iâ€™m not sure why she had any kind of pull to begin with, but yeah. What about her?

I think she knows.

Knows what, Kirk?

About our little arrangement.

LH Harrison was in mid-sip when this was said. His hand stops as he completely freezes. He brings the glass down and sets it on the bar before him.

How would she know that?

I donâ€™t know. You tell me. You didnâ€™t notice how you were thrown onto the card at last minute after the original card went up? Oh and by the way, that came from the higher ups. They demanded the match be you and Phantom. Then all of the sudden, Miranda Tigris shows up bringing in an assassin? I think you need to watch your back, son.

LH grips the glass tight as his knuckles turn white. Kirk turns around and snaps at the bartender, but the bartender is now dealing with another customer.

What the hell? What does it take to get some goddamn service in here?

Kirk. I need you to set-up Tommy Gunn for me. Just in case this lunatic tries to pull a fast one.

Why would I do that?

Because you OWE me! I threw the match against your team. You and I both know that. You promised to get me a favor, and Iâ€™m still waiting on that favor.

Oh, speaking ofâ€¦ thatâ€™s my other bit of business today.

Kirk places his briefcase on the bar and unbuckles it. He grabs a folder labeled â€˜Harrisonâ€™ and slams it down on the table. He closes his briefcase and sets it down on the floor.

As for Gunn, no sweat. Heâ€™s always in position, ready to strike. But that little folder makes us even. Itâ€™s exactly what you wanted.

Harrison scours the pages taking in the knowledge and the information. He stops for a moment and looks back at the head of Kirk who is glaring at the bartender from afar.

Thank you, Kirk. I donâ€™t know how you did it but thank you.

Well it was actually really easyâ€¦ HEY JETHRO!

The bartender who was passing turned around and glared at Kirk with a glare in his eyes.

What the fuck did you just call me?

Kirk smiles weakly at the bartender who is now flexing as if to scare MacClay. It was working. Kirk grabs his briefcase and begins to move towards the door.

What I said was, you have a really nice place here.

Nah, bitch. Thatâ€™s no- hey come back here bitch!

Kirk took off running as he saw the opening. The black bartender shakes his head and turns his attention to LH Harrison. He throws his hands up as if looking for answers. Harrison finally glances up from the papers to notice him.

Yeah, sorry about him. Hereâ€™s a nice tip to cover his idiocy.

The man begins counting the bills and seemingly forgets he ever came in. He peers over at the papers with curiousity.

What are you reading up on?

Ohâ€¦

The camera pans down to show the headline reading â€˜Hysteria Spotted in San Andreas!â€™

â€¦just seeing an old friend again.

Well, well. Looks like I shut you up. Thanks for being such a chatty adversary. Not. You see Phantom, youâ€™re just unfortunate. I have a lot of pent up frustrations. And you? Youâ€™ll just be my guinea pig. Because what works on a masked freak like yourself will surely work on anyone else.

In fact, Iâ€™m not going to waste my breath here. Youâ€™re going up against a cornerstone of this foundation. Try to pull it out of place and the whole house will fall on your head like a foot squashing a grape.

So good luck Phantom, youâ€™re going to need it.

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