Posted at 4:10 am on Jun 14, 2007 by:
King Gojinn
WHAT ABOUT ME?!?!?!!??!!?
The music of the club changes again, as the lights go out entirely, and blink with strobes, keeping to the beat of the song. The club begins dancing again, as the Eagle stands his ground, staring a hole in Gunther. The camera man swings back to the new addition to the CW roster, as he too returns the glare, having had the attention stolen from him.
However, both men are unaware of the third man to enter the club, a slew of women attached to him as he makes his way towards Gunther. He grins, half hidden in the darkness, and shakes the baggage off of himself, sliding through the club now, purposely trying to get close enough they won’t notice…
Noone here needs a warning from you. Your bark is worse than your bite after all…
Turning with a twisted glare, the Eagle noticed Gojinn standing off to the side, looking towards the rookie.
You talk shit….bring up all these nobodies…and leave out the King?
Gunther: I do not know of your ugly face.
Half tempted to rush him right here and now, and put a hole in his heart- Gojinn restrained himself, by grabbing a dancer who bumped into him, spun him round, and laid him out with one shot. Having made his point, he looks at Gunther.
My name is Gojinn…learn it, or I’ll beat it right into you, you perverted fuck.
The Eagle: He’s mine!
Pipe down boy wonder. Batmans talking to Poison Ivy over there.
The Eagle: That was really bad.
It was the first thing that came to mind that made him look gay.
The Eagle: Still sucked.
I’ll rip your damn arms off, and then how are you gonna fly, huh bird boy?! What then?!
The two stood toe to toe…
[Still open]
