Post by Crash Rodriguez on Jan 20, 2021 15:00:01 GMT -6
*Knock Knock Knock*
"Mr. Rodriguez, it's me. Louis Pohl. My secretary said you wanted to see me. She's a lovely gal, really you should meet her, she's about your age. Anyways how the hell are ya? Kid, I'm telling ya with me in your corn-"
The door swings open cutting the sleazy looking man short. Lou stands in his cheap suit with his maroon briefcase in hand. Crash stares at him seemingly annoyed.
"Louie me boy, sorry but we don't have much time to get into the small talk."
"Right, well when you're facing an opponent like Tony the Spider you're bound to be cut short on the airtime. The man's a joke. I mean hell, negotiations between him and my clients were like taking candy from a baby. And lemme say he was one ugly baby. I mean seriously the man's own mother couldn't love that face."
Crash nods his head, knowing that trying to get a word in over Lou was pointless. The man lived to talk.
"Look Mr. Rodriguez, I simply don't understand why you've brought me out here. I know without a doubt you'll easily squash the bug"
Crash walks over to his living room table and sits down lighting a cigarette. He speaks clearly.
"Lou. You're here because I'm paying you to be here. You're right I don't need you, but you have always been a thorn in his side. As if you were designed to be."
Louis Pohl nods agreeingly. He can't deny the sense of purpose that pressing Tony's buttons has given him.
"Besides. It gets boring when it's just me by my lonesome. I end up repeating the same thing and looking like some kinda savage lunatic."
"I believe that was the objective though"
"No GCWA fan wants a 1 dimension monster as their champion. They want fun loving, spider squashing, barbed wire swinging, slightly intolerable Crash Rodriguez."
"I thought they wanted Ed Houston?"
"NO! People hate space. So empty and filled with boredom."
Crash is visibly angry but his face begins to subside. Lou strides over to Crash laying his briefcase in front of him before opening it.
"Well. I may not understand your need for my service. But I brought this."
Crash's eyes widen as the briefcase shines brightly and heavenly on his face.
"Holy Pulp Fiction, my guy. This. This is the ultimate weapon. A failsafe. A guaranteed win. Lou? How?"
"How? Easy. I was told to get it done, so I got it done. You seem to forget Crash. I'm you're guy. I got you off scott free, a fine and a slap on the wrist 2 weeks ago. Remind me what did you do again?"
Crash mumbles unintelligibly, irritated that the subject was brought up.
"I'm sorry, what? I couldn't hear you."
"I beat up a bunch of kids. Ok, I get it."
"There you go boy. A guarantee win. Be grateful. I'll see myself out."
Crash sits staring at the suitcase before him as Lou leaves. After some time Crash stands up and throws the briefcase in the trash.
"Nah, I'll just break his face. Seems more me."
"Mr. Rodriguez, it's me. Louis Pohl. My secretary said you wanted to see me. She's a lovely gal, really you should meet her, she's about your age. Anyways how the hell are ya? Kid, I'm telling ya with me in your corn-"
The door swings open cutting the sleazy looking man short. Lou stands in his cheap suit with his maroon briefcase in hand. Crash stares at him seemingly annoyed.
"Louie me boy, sorry but we don't have much time to get into the small talk."
"Right, well when you're facing an opponent like Tony the Spider you're bound to be cut short on the airtime. The man's a joke. I mean hell, negotiations between him and my clients were like taking candy from a baby. And lemme say he was one ugly baby. I mean seriously the man's own mother couldn't love that face."
Crash nods his head, knowing that trying to get a word in over Lou was pointless. The man lived to talk.
"Look Mr. Rodriguez, I simply don't understand why you've brought me out here. I know without a doubt you'll easily squash the bug"
Crash walks over to his living room table and sits down lighting a cigarette. He speaks clearly.
"Lou. You're here because I'm paying you to be here. You're right I don't need you, but you have always been a thorn in his side. As if you were designed to be."
Louis Pohl nods agreeingly. He can't deny the sense of purpose that pressing Tony's buttons has given him.
"Besides. It gets boring when it's just me by my lonesome. I end up repeating the same thing and looking like some kinda savage lunatic."
"I believe that was the objective though"
"No GCWA fan wants a 1 dimension monster as their champion. They want fun loving, spider squashing, barbed wire swinging, slightly intolerable Crash Rodriguez."
"I thought they wanted Ed Houston?"
"NO! People hate space. So empty and filled with boredom."
Crash is visibly angry but his face begins to subside. Lou strides over to Crash laying his briefcase in front of him before opening it.
"Well. I may not understand your need for my service. But I brought this."
Crash's eyes widen as the briefcase shines brightly and heavenly on his face.
"Holy Pulp Fiction, my guy. This. This is the ultimate weapon. A failsafe. A guaranteed win. Lou? How?"
"How? Easy. I was told to get it done, so I got it done. You seem to forget Crash. I'm you're guy. I got you off scott free, a fine and a slap on the wrist 2 weeks ago. Remind me what did you do again?"
Crash mumbles unintelligibly, irritated that the subject was brought up.
"I'm sorry, what? I couldn't hear you."
"I beat up a bunch of kids. Ok, I get it."
"There you go boy. A guarantee win. Be grateful. I'll see myself out."
Crash sits staring at the suitcase before him as Lou leaves. After some time Crash stands up and throws the briefcase in the trash.
"Nah, I'll just break his face. Seems more me."