CreatureWrestling: The Official Darkside E-Fed Est. 1999

Posted at 3:37 am on May 21, 2016 by: Deadblood (Undisputed Mortal Wrestling Champion)

Why don't you just take your Mama home some chicken and then I won't have to stuff my boot all up in your ass!

Deadblood brought Red another beer before sitting down himself.

"Mmm, this actually isn't bad," Red said, already stuffing several fork fulls of casserole into his mouth. "I must admit, I had some doubts. Some women can only cook one thing well and that's it for them. But you've got a real winner on your hands here, Deadblood!" Red winked at DB as a few grains of rice fell back out of his mouth.

"She tries," DB said, taking a bite himself, actually chewing and swallowing the food before speaking further. "If it wasn't for her, I'm sure I'd still be on the frozen dinners diet."

Sheri was hesitant to eat after having the displeasure of watching Red eat. She had to look down at her plate to get the first bite to her mouth. Names for him like 'pig' and 'slob' crossed her mind, but she kept them to herself for the time being.

"So I guess that in order to figure out a way to stop Mr. Scrivens, we first need to discuss all that we know," DB said, setting down his fork and taking a sip of beer. "How did you meet him, Red?"

Red at least finished chewing that time, though he jammed a finger into his mouth to pick food from his teeth, before he said, "Remember that day you two met Rose? Well, when I finished jacking off to her and turned to leave, that asshole was standing behind me!"

"That's information I could have lived without..." Sheri said, focusing even harder on eating, hoping she didn't end up sending the plate flying or setting it on fire.

"He said he knew all about me and wanted to talked with me in private," Red said, drinking his own beer. "We go down to his limo, he gives me whiskey, and tells me all about how he wants to the two of you dead. I agree to do the job and he drops me off near my apartment. That was the last I saw of him"

"Damn, so he didn't take you anywhere?" Deadblood asked to which Red shook his head, back to stuffing his face. "Do you at least remember the limo's plate number?"

Red shook his head again and swallowed most of the food in his mouth before he said, "Nah, I don't think I saw the license plate at all."

For a moment, there was silence except for Red's continued chewing. DB didn't know what else to say. Nothing Red said was helpful. They were no closer to finding and stopping Scrivens than before they found out Red worked with him.

"Yeah, the only other time I heard from anyone connected to him was when someone called me after the two robots and I were here," Red said before grabbing the spoon in the casserole dish to refill his plate, not realizing he now had DB and Sheri's full attention.