Bobby walks into the hall where Alias is standing. Alias is drinking a Diet Sprite. He sees Bourbon and slowly lowers the bottle to his side. He takes a long slow breath, sharing the gaze with Bourbon, who glares right back at him. Bourbon snorts, not in disgust, but almost lust as his eyes move towards the Xtreme Championship Belt. Bobby holds up his half of the Tag Team Championships and points at it. He points at Alias and then motions his thumb across his throat while sticking out his tongue. Alias tosses the bottle at Bobby and nails him in the head with the Xtreme title! Bourbon goes down! Alias leans over and points at him.

Fuck.

The Fuck.

Off.

Bobby reaches up, grabs Alias's hand, and pulls him to the ground into a small package!

1...





2...

Alias kicks out and rolls through, and winds up mounted atop Bobby Bourbon, his fist drawn back in a punch.

"Sneaky. You're quicker than I thought. Good to know. There's only so long you can stand next to Fury before you're painted with the same brush. It'd be such a shame too..."

Alias relaxes his wound arm and squeezes Bobby's bicep.

"You should know though, I'm not the only one who someone can take a shot at whenever they want. Three weeks are long since up for me, friend, and those are some lovely championships you and B2 have come into possession of. Let's not kid ourselves either there are a lot of people who would love to take a shot at B.o.B. or The Left Hand right now..."

A mystical marching larade of ghostly apparitions materialises behind Alias. In the lead is a translucent Betsy Granger. Following her are eeire reflections of James Raven, Shawn Warstein, Demos, R.L. Edgar, Shawn Wylde, Tommy Romeo, Dolly Waters and Corey Smith. Bringing up the rear, haunting visions of Robert Main and Drew Archyle step into light, their grins being the last thing seen before the parade vanishes through a wall.

"The noose is tightening. Tell Chris Page I'll see him soon..."

Alias rises and walks away. Bobby scrambles to his feet.

"You motherf..."

But Alias is gone before he can finish.

(04-01-2021, 08:18 PM)Hotdog Said: "The noose is tightening. Tell Chris Page I'll see him soon..."

Tell me yourself.

I am waiting with open arms.

Johnny 'Twisted' Steele: "LISTEN UP *PUKE* DON'T YOU DARE THINK YOU CAN CALL OUT THE D-GRATORS WITHOUT CATCHING A WHIPPIN' ON THAT BIG FAT ASS YOU GOT! YOU TELL 'EM DANGEROUS!!!!"

'Dangerous' Dave Mustang: "WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLL, the man with the biggest balls on the PLANET speaks the truth, you sack of pre-made mashed taters! I'm the baddest man in the land, and my partner's got the skills that pay the bills! Me and my partner right here are full of TWISTED STEELE and SEX APPEAL! OWWWWWW you don't stand a chance, daddy!"

Johnny 'Twisted' Steele: "WOO!"

'Dangerous' Dave Mustang: "WOO!"