Meeting Popparific
Fade In,
We now join Charlie D, after his match, sitting outside the New Goliath Center, and drinking from a case of beer... He is laid back on the steps, enjoying the evening... He pops the top on a can of beer, and lays back on the steps, watching the stars... He hears a ruckus from behind him and slowly sits up, only to see Offensive leap down the short flight of steps and head towards his car... Charlie thinks this behavior is quite unusual for the Offensive One, but it doesnt really effect him... Just as he sits back again another commotion of doors is heard and a large bulk of a man comes down the steps hot on the heels of Offensive... Again, being slightly drunk Charlie pays this no mind... He takes drink of his beer and watches as Offy scrambles into his car... and revs it up... Jamming it into reverse... He skids out of his parking spot, in the Slammer Parking Area, and comes about three inches from running over Poppa, the man whom just stormed Past Charlie... Poppa slams his fist into the trunk of the car as Offensive slams on the gas, peeling out of the parking lot and onto the main thouroghfare...

Charlie sits up, finishing his beer, and grabs another from the case as Poppa walks back in his direction... With all the confidence born from being drunk, he looks up as Poppa passes by....

Hay... Wanna Berrr... I gottsss sommee exxra...

He holds out a beer for Poppa, who shakes his head at Charlie... He accepts the beer and has a seat on the step, visibly still agitated he chugs down the first beer... Charlie hands him another and takes one himself...

So.. What has Offffffff... that basitch done now?

Poppa takes another drink and wipes his mouth on his large hand...

Well.. That SOB...

Thay do call him the Off... offensive SOB for good reason....

Well that SOB, beat the holy hell out of Termite this afternoon, and hes gonna pay... IN BLOOD...

Charlie nods his head, in that way drunks do, signifying that is cool... and takes drink from his can... He watches as Poppa finishes his second beer and grabs a third, recieveing a nod from Charlie as he does so...

Sooo.. yer new around these partssessess...

Poppa doesnt answer he just stares into the distance, visibly tensing as he probably thinks about Offensive... Charlie takes that as his cue to leave, or be beaten to a pulp... He stands up... Stretching, almost falling down, and extends his hand to Poppa for a hand shake...

Well.. Sir, i am gonna retire for the night.. its been a hella day... Damn HC matches are gonna be the DEATH o me... Nice to meet ya...

Poppa gives him a firm handshake, then Charlie heads towards the doors to the arena...

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