Post by Noah Mackenzie on Mar 4, 2014 18:16:54 GMT -5
“Lethal Lottery, yeah these are never fun. Every time Noah ends up in one, he finds himself teamed with someone who wants to ride his Hall of Fame coattails to the bank. This time though, from what I’ve been seeing, TGO may prove to be quite the asset. He knows his way around OCW and is no slouch between the ropes. If I can get these two guys on the same page, there’s nothing short of divine intervention that can stop them… If worse comes to worst, I’ll just use the body God gave me to put Noah exactly where I want him.”
Merle croons through the digital jukebox, smoke wisps dancing through the air, and in the corner of the bar amidst it all is Noah Mackenzie, along with Miranda, and Gavin Reed. This was originally planned to be an Internet Championship celebration, but due to current circumstances, that’s clearly not the case. Frustration all over Noah’s face, he sips the whiskey in front of him as he looks at Gavin who is busy ogling a waitress as she strolls by.
Noah: Wait what?! I’m supposed to be teaming with who? I’m sorry, the music must be up too loud. I could have sworn you just said TGO? Are you kidding me? The answer is no, plain and simple.
Gavin: He prefers The Great One, but Trevor, TGO, bitch, they all mean the same thing. Now come on Noah, this is a match made in heaven. You have an OCW veteran who has accomplished more than most in the OCW, as much as that just pained me to say, then you have yourself, probably the best new talent that Dean has signed since the resurgence of the OCW.
Noah downs his drink, calling for another as he shakes his head, only for Miranda to chime in.
Miranda: Noah listen, Gavin may be on to something here. I mean, look at this way if you will. That half-cocked referee isn’t going to be able to keep gold out of your hands for too long, we both know that. With this new Southern Championship looming on the horizon for the winning team, why not go with this?
Noah: Because I’m the greatest tag team wrestler to ever lace a pair of boots that’s why! How many time are people going to ride my ability to the top before enough is enough? Sure, this Trevor guy may be a big name in the OCW world, but how does that help me? What about teaming with him is going to do me any favors? What if I’m walking into another sham like that mess with Lost Soul? Can you guarantee that won’t happen again?
Gavin sighs as he tries to make a case to someone who isn’t going to actually be happy with this regardless of what he says, but nonetheless Gavin continues after downing the orange drink that’s in front of him.
Gavin: I can’t guarantee what Trevor is going to do. He’s unpredictable. He has a chip on his shoulder that unfortunately nobody has been able to knock off. Here’s my proposition to you Noah. You can knock the chip off of his shoulder yourself. The two of you are favored to win the Lethal Lotto and with good reason, you both have unimaginable talent, but when the Lethal Lotto is all said and done you two will be facing off for the Southern Championship, that’s when the world gets to bask in how truly amazing you are. You get to prove to the world that you are better than the self-proclaimed “Great One”.
Noah begins to refuse, but as Gavin’s words sink in, they cause Noah’s eyes to slender a bit as he processes the idea. Miranda grins as she nods her head at Gavin who places the plane tickets on the table between them.
Noah: Knock off a highly decorated veteran? Now THAT… That is something I can get behind. What better way to cement my legacy? I still don’t know about teaming with the bloke, but dropping him on his head? I like it.
Miranda: You’ve got a deal, whether Noah here likes it or not. I think it will do wonders for him and your wallet as well. Where do we go next I feel is the question of the evening now?
Noah seems to be fading off into his own fantasy world as Miranda leans onto the table, working out the details with Gavin as Gavin smiles and continues sipping the drink in front of him.
Gavin: First, let’s be clear. There will be no dropping Trevor on his head right now, you wait until the Pay-Per-View for that. God knows that he’s already made my life a living hell since he’s returned to the OCW, and I can handle that, but once you piss him off all hell breaks loose.
Noah is snapped from his reverie now, looking at Gavin after shaking his head.
Noah: All hell breaks loose? That’s what I’m all about! Because you have done me solid thus far Gavin, I’ll make a deal with you. I will honor your little agreement, as stupid as it may sound, and I’ll go play nice with The Mediocre One until Blackout. All I ask, is when that match comes about, you find a referee more qualified than Scruff to officiate… If you can make that happen, we have a deal.
Gavin shakes his head in approval as a calendar notification on Gavin’s cell phone pops up on the screen. Gavin slides open the notification as he looks deeply disappointed.
Gavin: So, Dean has decided that you two will be facing the team of Amber Ryan and Danny B this week on Massacre. Not exactly the matchup that I would have liked to see, but not one that I don’t think that you two can handle. We all know what happens when Danny B crosses me and if Amber Ryan is anything like her counterpart then you shouldn’t have your hands full. Trevor wants you to meet him in Dallas at his company headquarters...I know, I know, this bastard has more money than he knows what to do with so make sure you cozy up real nice to him, I want a new car.
Noah rolls his eyes and downs his drink yet again. It seems like the collision course between The Great One and Noah Mackenzie is set in stone. Heaven help us all.
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Another day, another landing strip, this is the life of Noah Mackenzie. Finally happy to be off of the plane, Noah makes his way out of DFW Airport with a cancer stick between his teeth and Miranda on his arm. A few kids along his way ask for an autograph and a picture, and he obliges. Once outside, he finally brings the flame of his zippo up and takes in a huge pull of the acrid smoke, letting it fill his lungs as Miranda seeks out their rental car.
Instead of a rental car however, Noah and Miranda find a limo waiting for them with the driver holding a sign that reads Kent Industries. Miranda points Noah to the limo, causing Noah to roll his eyes and shake his head.
Noah: All the bells and whistles huh? Yeah, this is going to be great times.
Driver: I’m sorry sir, but Mr. Kent requested that there be no smoking inside of the vehicle.
Noah: Of course he did...
Flicking the cigarette into the middle of the street, Noah allows Miranda to climb in first, mainly so he could watch her as she climbed in. Looking at the driver and winking at him as he nods towards Miranda.
Noah: I was thinking the same thing bud.
Climbing into the limo now, Noah realizes that it’s an empty bar inside as the door closes. A few moments later, the limo begins to move towards it’s destination.
Noah: Are you kidding me? This bloke has more money than god and he can’t spare a bottle of whiskey? I’m beginning to like him less and less.
Miranda: Suck it up babe, come on. Remember, this is all about the Southern Championship. Look at this like a fast track to the gold. I mean, you could have been teamed with someone like Kenshin. Then what?
Noah glares at Miranda at the mention of Kenshin’s name. Shaking his head, he leans back against the plush leather seat.
Noah: I’d have eaten a bullet if that were the case. Who are we supposed to be going against?
Miranda: Danny B and Amber Ryan. At least you’ve got half a reason to care now right? I mean, it’s not like Gavin ALREADY told you this last night. Focus Noah, for fuck’s sake.
Hearing Ripper being mentioned sparked something that resembles a smirk on Noah’s face.
Noah: Ah, so I get to finish what he started? That’s good news. That little bastard wants to wrap a chair around my head? Let’s see him try that shit when I can see him coming. Him and that little thundercunt he’s teaming with can both kiss my ass.
After what felt like an eternity inside of the limo, it finally comes to a stop outside of a tall, glass covered building, just like many of the skyscrapers in the Dallas skyline. As the door opens, Noah looks up at the building, shaking his head before climbing out, followed by Miranda.
Noah: Ten to one odds, he’s overcompensating, what do you want to bet?
This causes Noah to chuckle as Miranda shrugs with a smirk of her own.
Miranda: I could always find out…
Noah: Fuck you. Let’s get this over with before I change my mind.
Miranda: You gave Gavin your word Noah, don’t back out now.
Noah: Don’t remind me.
The two head inside to find a large fountain in the middle of a landing that leads into the lobby. As the pair move past the fountain, they are quickly met by a couple of large security men.
Security 1: Can I help you folks?
Miranda: Yes, we’re here to meet with Mr. Kent. I believe he’s expecting us. Miranda Roman with Mr. Kent’s future tag partner Noah Mack-
Before she can finish speaking, Noah cuts her off with a look of disgust.
Noah: This bloke knows who I am! Hell, everybody knows who I am! Where is Kent at? Him and I need to talk.
Security 1: Honestly, I have no idea who you are. I have a habit of following wrestlers that are actually good at what they do.
This causes Noah to start to step forward, but Miranda grabs him beforehand.
Security 2: Look at this guy. No way he’s teaming with Mr. Kent. I don’t see the boss man teaming up with junkies that stumble in here out of whatever cartoon this guy fell out of.
Noah: Fuck you buddy!
Security 1: No thanks, I don’t sleep with parrots!
This causes Noah to nearly blow a gasket, but Miranda keeps moving in front of him to prevent a scene.
Miranda: Listen, you’re not helping the situation here. Can you just look and see that we actually are supposed to be here. I promise you, I have no reason to lie.
While behind Miranda, the second security guy winks at Noah, causing Noah to spit at him, and even take a swipe, but neither of which added up to anything.
Security 1: Alright, we’re going to have to detain the two of you for trying to strike an officer, proceed to check you for drugs, but I’m sure you two are pretty used to all of this. While we’re doing that, I’ll send word to Mr. Kent just so we can find out what we already know, that you two have no business here, so we can send you on your way, hopefully to a Dallas PD jail cell in Oak Cliff, and get back to work.
Noah: You fucking rent-a-cops are all the same. I swear, if it wasn’t for that gun you had, I’d slap you both into obscurity!
Miranda moves towards the officers, willing cooperating, but the same can’t be said for Noah. As soon as Noah sees the opening, he moves towards the second officer, only to feel the stabbing of the prongs as 10,000 volts of electricity are shot into him, causing him to hit the ground, flailing wildly.
Miranda: What the hell?!
Security 2: Not so tough are you now punk?
As security is detaining Noah and Miranda, the scene now cuts to the office of TGO who can be seen on his cell phone, pacing back and forth, looking over the Dallas skyline, in the office that is lined with modern decor that is offset by a large red oak wooden desk in the middle.
TGO: I told you already Cynthia, I don’t have time for your childish bullshit. I have a match this Monday with someone that I don’t exactly trust as it is, fucking hoodlum...I don’t care! I told you that if we are going to be seeing each other again then things are going to have to chan…
A loud, high-pitched beep can be heard emanating from the desk. The beep is followed by a voice that the OCW audience has heard before, the voice of TGO’s secretary.
Carla: Sir…
TGO: Not right now Carla, I’m on the phone.
Carla: I’m sorry sir, but it can’t wait.
TGO: Anything can wait while I’m dealing with this fucking idiot on my phone.
Carla: I’m afraid it can’t. It has to do with Miranda Roman and Noah Mackenzie.
TGO takes a deep breath and lets it out, now obviously annoyed that he’s being disturbed even more. He looks down at his watch, noticing the time and quickly finishes his two conversations.
TGO: Fine Carla, one second...Cynthia, fuck off.
Trevor hangs the cell phone up as one of his issues have momentarily subsided and starts to tend the the other one that is more pressing.
TGO: What about them Carla?
Carla: It seems like the security downstairs has taken it upon themselves to detain them.
TGO snickers a bit as he tries to hold onto his composure.
TGO: Well isn’t that unfortunate. I’m glad the security officers that we have employed here still take orders well. Did they taze Mackenzie like I instructed them to do?
Carla: I do believe so sir.
TGO: Well hopefully it was at a light setting, we can’t have him hurt too badly before we have to team up in the ring and take out that pesky Danny B and that slut that he obviously has a hankering for. Can they just not just stop the sexual tension and fuck already?
Carla: I uh...I...I don’t know sir.
TGO: Fine, go get them. We have some things that we need to discuss anyways.
A few moments pass and we rejoin Noah and Miranda as they sit in the security office, Noah rubbing his chest where he was tazed. Carla finally appears in the office, and as she enters, she tries to hide the smirk as she glances at Noah.
Carla: I’m sorry for the inconvenience, if you two will follow me, Mr. Kent will see you now.
Noah and Miranda rise to their feet now, and before following Carla out of the office, Noah looks back at the guards.
Noah: Let me find you two off duty and see if I don’t slap the shit out of both of you.
The two officers laugh as Noah and Miranda follow Carla to TGO’s office. As they finally make it to his office, they step inside, as Noah is still rubbing his chest.
TGO: Sorry to have kept you two waiting. Have a seat.
And this is where we leave our intrepid couple. The scene fades out and yet another familiar voice is heard, this time one that OCW fans have heard for years during TGO’s segments on OCW TV.
~So it begins, the inevitable initial confrontation that Noah and TGO are going to have is nothing like what will happen at Blackout 2. The road that they are on will soon split and the two will undoubtedly meet for the Southern Championship at Blackout, but before they can do that not only do they have to overcome the hostility that they have for each other but they also have to get past 5 other teams, first up being Danny B and Amber Ryan, which quite frankly I have no reason to restate the same things that have already been said. Those two will be the first victims of this power team that TGO has masterminded. He always has a reason for his actions and I’m sure this is no different, why else would he want to team with such a strong competitor that will soon be his opponent? I digress, these two obviously have some issues to work out and I for one can’t wait to see the sparks fly when they finally come face to face for the first time…~
Merle croons through the digital jukebox, smoke wisps dancing through the air, and in the corner of the bar amidst it all is Noah Mackenzie, along with Miranda, and Gavin Reed. This was originally planned to be an Internet Championship celebration, but due to current circumstances, that’s clearly not the case. Frustration all over Noah’s face, he sips the whiskey in front of him as he looks at Gavin who is busy ogling a waitress as she strolls by.
Noah: Wait what?! I’m supposed to be teaming with who? I’m sorry, the music must be up too loud. I could have sworn you just said TGO? Are you kidding me? The answer is no, plain and simple.
Gavin: He prefers The Great One, but Trevor, TGO, bitch, they all mean the same thing. Now come on Noah, this is a match made in heaven. You have an OCW veteran who has accomplished more than most in the OCW, as much as that just pained me to say, then you have yourself, probably the best new talent that Dean has signed since the resurgence of the OCW.
Noah downs his drink, calling for another as he shakes his head, only for Miranda to chime in.
Miranda: Noah listen, Gavin may be on to something here. I mean, look at this way if you will. That half-cocked referee isn’t going to be able to keep gold out of your hands for too long, we both know that. With this new Southern Championship looming on the horizon for the winning team, why not go with this?
Noah: Because I’m the greatest tag team wrestler to ever lace a pair of boots that’s why! How many time are people going to ride my ability to the top before enough is enough? Sure, this Trevor guy may be a big name in the OCW world, but how does that help me? What about teaming with him is going to do me any favors? What if I’m walking into another sham like that mess with Lost Soul? Can you guarantee that won’t happen again?
Gavin sighs as he tries to make a case to someone who isn’t going to actually be happy with this regardless of what he says, but nonetheless Gavin continues after downing the orange drink that’s in front of him.
Gavin: I can’t guarantee what Trevor is going to do. He’s unpredictable. He has a chip on his shoulder that unfortunately nobody has been able to knock off. Here’s my proposition to you Noah. You can knock the chip off of his shoulder yourself. The two of you are favored to win the Lethal Lotto and with good reason, you both have unimaginable talent, but when the Lethal Lotto is all said and done you two will be facing off for the Southern Championship, that’s when the world gets to bask in how truly amazing you are. You get to prove to the world that you are better than the self-proclaimed “Great One”.
Noah begins to refuse, but as Gavin’s words sink in, they cause Noah’s eyes to slender a bit as he processes the idea. Miranda grins as she nods her head at Gavin who places the plane tickets on the table between them.
Noah: Knock off a highly decorated veteran? Now THAT… That is something I can get behind. What better way to cement my legacy? I still don’t know about teaming with the bloke, but dropping him on his head? I like it.
Miranda: You’ve got a deal, whether Noah here likes it or not. I think it will do wonders for him and your wallet as well. Where do we go next I feel is the question of the evening now?
Noah seems to be fading off into his own fantasy world as Miranda leans onto the table, working out the details with Gavin as Gavin smiles and continues sipping the drink in front of him.
Gavin: First, let’s be clear. There will be no dropping Trevor on his head right now, you wait until the Pay-Per-View for that. God knows that he’s already made my life a living hell since he’s returned to the OCW, and I can handle that, but once you piss him off all hell breaks loose.
Noah is snapped from his reverie now, looking at Gavin after shaking his head.
Noah: All hell breaks loose? That’s what I’m all about! Because you have done me solid thus far Gavin, I’ll make a deal with you. I will honor your little agreement, as stupid as it may sound, and I’ll go play nice with The Mediocre One until Blackout. All I ask, is when that match comes about, you find a referee more qualified than Scruff to officiate… If you can make that happen, we have a deal.
Gavin shakes his head in approval as a calendar notification on Gavin’s cell phone pops up on the screen. Gavin slides open the notification as he looks deeply disappointed.
Gavin: So, Dean has decided that you two will be facing the team of Amber Ryan and Danny B this week on Massacre. Not exactly the matchup that I would have liked to see, but not one that I don’t think that you two can handle. We all know what happens when Danny B crosses me and if Amber Ryan is anything like her counterpart then you shouldn’t have your hands full. Trevor wants you to meet him in Dallas at his company headquarters...I know, I know, this bastard has more money than he knows what to do with so make sure you cozy up real nice to him, I want a new car.
Noah rolls his eyes and downs his drink yet again. It seems like the collision course between The Great One and Noah Mackenzie is set in stone. Heaven help us all.
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Another day, another landing strip, this is the life of Noah Mackenzie. Finally happy to be off of the plane, Noah makes his way out of DFW Airport with a cancer stick between his teeth and Miranda on his arm. A few kids along his way ask for an autograph and a picture, and he obliges. Once outside, he finally brings the flame of his zippo up and takes in a huge pull of the acrid smoke, letting it fill his lungs as Miranda seeks out their rental car.
Instead of a rental car however, Noah and Miranda find a limo waiting for them with the driver holding a sign that reads Kent Industries. Miranda points Noah to the limo, causing Noah to roll his eyes and shake his head.
Noah: All the bells and whistles huh? Yeah, this is going to be great times.
Driver: I’m sorry sir, but Mr. Kent requested that there be no smoking inside of the vehicle.
Noah: Of course he did...
Flicking the cigarette into the middle of the street, Noah allows Miranda to climb in first, mainly so he could watch her as she climbed in. Looking at the driver and winking at him as he nods towards Miranda.
Noah: I was thinking the same thing bud.
Climbing into the limo now, Noah realizes that it’s an empty bar inside as the door closes. A few moments later, the limo begins to move towards it’s destination.
Noah: Are you kidding me? This bloke has more money than god and he can’t spare a bottle of whiskey? I’m beginning to like him less and less.
Miranda: Suck it up babe, come on. Remember, this is all about the Southern Championship. Look at this like a fast track to the gold. I mean, you could have been teamed with someone like Kenshin. Then what?
Noah glares at Miranda at the mention of Kenshin’s name. Shaking his head, he leans back against the plush leather seat.
Noah: I’d have eaten a bullet if that were the case. Who are we supposed to be going against?
Miranda: Danny B and Amber Ryan. At least you’ve got half a reason to care now right? I mean, it’s not like Gavin ALREADY told you this last night. Focus Noah, for fuck’s sake.
Hearing Ripper being mentioned sparked something that resembles a smirk on Noah’s face.
Noah: Ah, so I get to finish what he started? That’s good news. That little bastard wants to wrap a chair around my head? Let’s see him try that shit when I can see him coming. Him and that little thundercunt he’s teaming with can both kiss my ass.
After what felt like an eternity inside of the limo, it finally comes to a stop outside of a tall, glass covered building, just like many of the skyscrapers in the Dallas skyline. As the door opens, Noah looks up at the building, shaking his head before climbing out, followed by Miranda.
Noah: Ten to one odds, he’s overcompensating, what do you want to bet?
This causes Noah to chuckle as Miranda shrugs with a smirk of her own.
Miranda: I could always find out…
Noah: Fuck you. Let’s get this over with before I change my mind.
Miranda: You gave Gavin your word Noah, don’t back out now.
Noah: Don’t remind me.
The two head inside to find a large fountain in the middle of a landing that leads into the lobby. As the pair move past the fountain, they are quickly met by a couple of large security men.
Security 1: Can I help you folks?
Miranda: Yes, we’re here to meet with Mr. Kent. I believe he’s expecting us. Miranda Roman with Mr. Kent’s future tag partner Noah Mack-
Before she can finish speaking, Noah cuts her off with a look of disgust.
Noah: This bloke knows who I am! Hell, everybody knows who I am! Where is Kent at? Him and I need to talk.
Security 1: Honestly, I have no idea who you are. I have a habit of following wrestlers that are actually good at what they do.
This causes Noah to start to step forward, but Miranda grabs him beforehand.
Security 2: Look at this guy. No way he’s teaming with Mr. Kent. I don’t see the boss man teaming up with junkies that stumble in here out of whatever cartoon this guy fell out of.
Noah: Fuck you buddy!
Security 1: No thanks, I don’t sleep with parrots!
This causes Noah to nearly blow a gasket, but Miranda keeps moving in front of him to prevent a scene.
Miranda: Listen, you’re not helping the situation here. Can you just look and see that we actually are supposed to be here. I promise you, I have no reason to lie.
While behind Miranda, the second security guy winks at Noah, causing Noah to spit at him, and even take a swipe, but neither of which added up to anything.
Security 1: Alright, we’re going to have to detain the two of you for trying to strike an officer, proceed to check you for drugs, but I’m sure you two are pretty used to all of this. While we’re doing that, I’ll send word to Mr. Kent just so we can find out what we already know, that you two have no business here, so we can send you on your way, hopefully to a Dallas PD jail cell in Oak Cliff, and get back to work.
Noah: You fucking rent-a-cops are all the same. I swear, if it wasn’t for that gun you had, I’d slap you both into obscurity!
Miranda moves towards the officers, willing cooperating, but the same can’t be said for Noah. As soon as Noah sees the opening, he moves towards the second officer, only to feel the stabbing of the prongs as 10,000 volts of electricity are shot into him, causing him to hit the ground, flailing wildly.
Miranda: What the hell?!
Security 2: Not so tough are you now punk?
As security is detaining Noah and Miranda, the scene now cuts to the office of TGO who can be seen on his cell phone, pacing back and forth, looking over the Dallas skyline, in the office that is lined with modern decor that is offset by a large red oak wooden desk in the middle.
TGO: I told you already Cynthia, I don’t have time for your childish bullshit. I have a match this Monday with someone that I don’t exactly trust as it is, fucking hoodlum...I don’t care! I told you that if we are going to be seeing each other again then things are going to have to chan…
A loud, high-pitched beep can be heard emanating from the desk. The beep is followed by a voice that the OCW audience has heard before, the voice of TGO’s secretary.
Carla: Sir…
TGO: Not right now Carla, I’m on the phone.
Carla: I’m sorry sir, but it can’t wait.
TGO: Anything can wait while I’m dealing with this fucking idiot on my phone.
Carla: I’m afraid it can’t. It has to do with Miranda Roman and Noah Mackenzie.
TGO takes a deep breath and lets it out, now obviously annoyed that he’s being disturbed even more. He looks down at his watch, noticing the time and quickly finishes his two conversations.
TGO: Fine Carla, one second...Cynthia, fuck off.
Trevor hangs the cell phone up as one of his issues have momentarily subsided and starts to tend the the other one that is more pressing.
TGO: What about them Carla?
Carla: It seems like the security downstairs has taken it upon themselves to detain them.
TGO snickers a bit as he tries to hold onto his composure.
TGO: Well isn’t that unfortunate. I’m glad the security officers that we have employed here still take orders well. Did they taze Mackenzie like I instructed them to do?
Carla: I do believe so sir.
TGO: Well hopefully it was at a light setting, we can’t have him hurt too badly before we have to team up in the ring and take out that pesky Danny B and that slut that he obviously has a hankering for. Can they just not just stop the sexual tension and fuck already?
Carla: I uh...I...I don’t know sir.
TGO: Fine, go get them. We have some things that we need to discuss anyways.
A few moments pass and we rejoin Noah and Miranda as they sit in the security office, Noah rubbing his chest where he was tazed. Carla finally appears in the office, and as she enters, she tries to hide the smirk as she glances at Noah.
Carla: I’m sorry for the inconvenience, if you two will follow me, Mr. Kent will see you now.
Noah and Miranda rise to their feet now, and before following Carla out of the office, Noah looks back at the guards.
Noah: Let me find you two off duty and see if I don’t slap the shit out of both of you.
The two officers laugh as Noah and Miranda follow Carla to TGO’s office. As they finally make it to his office, they step inside, as Noah is still rubbing his chest.
TGO: Sorry to have kept you two waiting. Have a seat.
And this is where we leave our intrepid couple. The scene fades out and yet another familiar voice is heard, this time one that OCW fans have heard for years during TGO’s segments on OCW TV.
~So it begins, the inevitable initial confrontation that Noah and TGO are going to have is nothing like what will happen at Blackout 2. The road that they are on will soon split and the two will undoubtedly meet for the Southern Championship at Blackout, but before they can do that not only do they have to overcome the hostility that they have for each other but they also have to get past 5 other teams, first up being Danny B and Amber Ryan, which quite frankly I have no reason to restate the same things that have already been said. Those two will be the first victims of this power team that TGO has masterminded. He always has a reason for his actions and I’m sure this is no different, why else would he want to team with such a strong competitor that will soon be his opponent? I digress, these two obviously have some issues to work out and I for one can’t wait to see the sparks fly when they finally come face to face for the first time…~
