01-25-2007, 04:06 AM
An ominous hush fell over the startled interview team with Cargo. Eyes wide, they stared past the excitable youth who, in his attempt to prove he actually has testosterone , was ranting and raving about some such or another. He was cast in shadow and he turned, bitching about the light bill needing to get paid. The bitching ended when he saw the huge man standing behind him.
Spop leaned down, stared Cargo straight in the eye, and snatched the mic from his hand. "I'll fight you, if you're in that much of a hurry to get beat. I'll see you in the ring."
Having said everything he felt necessary to the little punk, Spopovich threw the mic into Cargo's chest and stormed off to find Burter and arrange the match.
Spop leaned down, stared Cargo straight in the eye, and snatched the mic from his hand. "I'll fight you, if you're in that much of a hurry to get beat. I'll see you in the ring."
Having said everything he felt necessary to the little punk, Spopovich threw the mic into Cargo's chest and stormed off to find Burter and arrange the match.