~Welsh and Lou exchange a quick look...one that seems to be a little more than 'yo, what's up'. They quickly turn their focus off each other. Welsh motions for the presents to go under the tree~
:Zybala sees Welsh and runs up to him. :
Zybala: Marcus! Great to see ya! BTW, ignore the homeless folk floating around here. I paid them to help me decorate the whole place, and they kinda refused to leave after...
Welsh: That figures...so I hear you're getting a title shot AGAIN. What's this new regime up to, huh? Just handing out title shots like white elephant gifts at a Christmas party?
~Welsh downs a shot of Rumple Minze and looks over at Steve Black. He turns back toward the tree before spinning his head in the direction of Steve Black...eyes wide open, attention span on full alert~
Marcus Welsh: Who the...is that Iggy Hardy 2.0?
I have that effect on the ladies too. Speaking of, where are all the babes Steve’s gonna nail? Ole Santa ‘Throw Back’ wants to show one of them his North Pole.
: Zybala runs out of the room and disappears for a minute. Everyone can hear him grunting and groaning with the occasional "move you sonofabitch!" He comes back pushing in a large box that's roughly his height and almost just as wide on a pallet jack. He puts it under the tree. He then takes many little presents that seem to be individual papers that have been gift wrapped. He passes them out to everyone in attendance. Except for The A-List Family members. :
Zybala: Marcus! Great to see ya! BTW, ignore the homeless folk floating around here. I paid them to help me decorate the whole place, and they kinda refused to leave after...
Welsh: That figures...so I hear you're getting a title shot AGAIN. What's this new regime up to, huh? Just handing out title shots like white elephant gifts at a Christmas party?
Zybala: Oh no, my friend. I'm betting my career against this title shot. If I don't win, I'm hanging up the boots for good. You'll have me on staff, but I'll be done with in ring competition.
Welsh: That figures...so I hear you're getting a title shot AGAIN. What's this new regime up to, huh? Just handing out title shots like white elephant gifts at a Christmas party?
Zybala: Oh no, my friend. I'm betting my career against this title shot. If I don't win, I'm hanging up the boots for good. You'll have me on staff, but I'll be done with in ring competition.
~Welsh is half listening to Mike while placing the numbers in a cup for the drawing. He hears 'retire' and looks up~