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Post by Cid Black on Apr 3, 2010 14:40:55 GMT -5
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Post by mauelraw03 on Apr 9, 2010 3:53:13 GMT -5
Woah. Another loss. Another f**kin loss.
Tony stands alone in his locker room. A hand once again on his chin, thinking hard as he watches the latest happenings on his TV.
The whole Brett thing is confusing me--so the fact of my low-quality performance goes with that.
I was thinking, maybe I should concentrate on my ScW performance right now. Maybe I'll just put off the plan for later weeks. But for now...
God. What is it now? 0-7? 0-8? I don't give a damn.
See, all that rubbish fluke losses will all be brought back to dust once I snag my first win. My FIRST win. What a shame it is not winning a single time here on ScW for months now.
I think it's time. It's time for me to prove myself to the ScW fans once and for all. I've already launched the rocket on Santos, who will be next? You'll never know anything until it strikes. The Rocket Theory is never predictable.
Also, about Brett Barry. He's been getting to my nerves for weeks. Hell no, I won't be chasing after that sloth of a guy. Let him realize his loss.
Well that's about it.
Tony Maxx looks at his watch.
Oh, look. Gym time.
Tony leaves his locker room, the TV still on. It was Brett Barry's last promo.
The scene blacks out.
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