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Post by dantesinferno on Mar 6, 2011 9:55:56 GMT -4
The camera opens up on Cathul and Pickman talking on their way through the backstage corridor, when suddenly a commotion is heard, and the camera angles way to find Dante trying to storm his way to Cathul, but having to fight off serveral members of security.
Dante: YOU! You little freaking weasel! Did you think you'd get away with what you did?! The second you missed, you should of just driven right off a cliff, since that would of ended nicer than what I'm about to do.
Both Pickman and Cathul exchange confused looks, as Dante shoves away another security guard, before lungeing towards Pickman, who steps behind Cathul. Cathul stands infront of Dante, with Dante glaring right into his eyes.
Dante: Ya know, I gotta say, I never saw it comeing. Not from you Cathul.
Cathul: Dante, I assure you, I have no clue what you are ranting over.
Dante: Your manager just tried running me over in the parking lot!
Cathul: Yes, I heard your claims to this, and we all saw the footage. But, what you don't know, and obviously no one else does, is that Pickman was with me the whole time.
Dante: Oh come on! Just because I've taken ALOT of blows to the head, you know I'm not stupid. I saw the butt monkey myself!
Cathul: And thats what so confusing about this, I saw what appeared to be him too. BUT, he was with me. You can check with our GM, the two of us were in his office at the time.
Dante: You bet I will be checking this up. Because, as ticked as I am about nearly getting run over, its more so over whats been happening to my crew. So, for your sake, and definatly the sake of your manager, you better not be playing me Cathul. You know me, I can have a pretty nasty side. You've seen me go literally to Hell and back... and I have no problem takeing people with me on those trips...
With that, Dante storms off, headed towards the general manager's office, with Pickman and Cathul standing behind.
Cathul: This gets even more confonding. Who in the world, and WHY in the world, would someone want to frame you, and in the same breath, frame me. What can anyone single person here gain from a war between me and Dante?
Pickman: I don't know. As far as I know, you two are the only ones from the old fed here. And the two of you left on good terms with everyone... well, mostly everyone...
Cathul: Yeah, but me and Dante don't speak of that. And after what happened on our departure, I doubt anyone who had issue with us in the past could ever turn up here...
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