Gib: Hello? We have been booked! Gib: Cody? Briggs: Isn’t it great? Gib: Cody, It’s three AM. Briggs: I know but I was so excited I just had to call and tell you! Gib: Thank you, But I already knew. The TWF office called and told me late this evening . I was going to tell both you and Alex tomorrow, at a decent hour..So how did you find out? Briggs: I have been calling all those wrestling hotline reports. They all say the same thing. Next week there will be a new “young and promising” tag team debuting. Gibb: Yes, right now you are on the TWF’s hype machine. You can only ride it for so long. You either produce the goods or it’s back to sharing a locker room with a goat. Briggs: Did you see the team we are faceing? Symphony of Disorder. These jokes were taken apart by one guy sunday night. We will give them a painful as well as Educational experience . Gib: Im sure. But I don't think it can be as educational as the financial education you will receive when you get your credit card bill for those hotline calls. Briggs: I did not use a credit card. I just picked the phone up and called. Gib: So then it was charged to your hotel room? Briggs: I guess. Gib: Wich is on my credit card. Briggs:......... Gib: I stand corrected Briggs, The educational experence is all mine. CLICK! Briggs: Rufus? Rufus, you there? Hello? ~ The sun casting threw the window was blinding, more then blinding. It was was down right painful. Rufus T. Gib wore his sunglasses and still shaded his eyes as he read the news paper sitting in a booth of the subway located in the Carson city airport. Rufus wipes his forehead with a napkin every now and then. Dispite this heat he still wears a navy three peice suit. Across from him Cody Briggs seems to enjoy the wheather. He wears nothing more then a wife beater and cutt off jeans, and lets not forget that Cowboy hat that nevere seems to leave his head, except for in the ring. Rufus is sickened as Briggs crams a meat ball sub in his mouth, stopping occacionaly to smile at a pasing lady. Despite the tomato sauce on his chin, the ladies all smile back. How does he do it? Sitting next to Briggs is Alex Bower. Bower also wears a jacket. His army issue Camo jacket, wich he wears with pride. But unlike Gib, he does not sweat at all. The more Gib is around Bower the more he notices that he is almost not human. He does not appear to have any emotions and nothing ever seems to effect him. He is staring out the same window that is blinding Rufus, with out even as much as a flinch. With a mouth full of meat ball sub, Briggs ask..~ Briggs: Why are we going to Alabama? Gib: I have a place for us to live there and for you two to train. Briggs:Isn't Rising in Cleveland? Gib: Yes, but that is not until sunday. That leaves you two a few days to train. Briggs: Train for SyPHONY of Disorder? We could beat them now. ~ Whithout even turning awa from the window..~ Bower: Yes we could. But just beating them is not an option. Briggs: It's not? ~ Bower now turns and looks at Briggs~ Bower: No it's not. We have to set an example. Rules of war. You cannot unlesh the dogs of war without sending fair warning. After Rising, After the medical staff is done trying to peice Bladz ans Syxx back together, It will be obvious to everyone that war has been declaired. For us to dominate we have to be on the same page, and that will take practice. Briggs: This is not going to be like basic training is it? Because Im not cutting my hair like yours. ~ As Bower shoots Briggs a stare a voice comes over the intercom. Flight 476 to Montgomery is now bording at gate 12. Gib and Bower grab their bags and head for the gate. Bower stays behinnd and mumbles to himself..~ Briggs: The chicks like my hair. Im not cutting it. ~ Briggs finally stands up , grabs his bags and starts to try and catch up.~ Briggs: Hey guys! Wait up!...Alex I was just joking about the hair thing. I like your hair!
