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Cloudiee vs. Tyson King
Topic Started: Oct 2 2012, 06:43 PM (114 Views)
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Cloudiee vs. Tyson King

RP Limit: 3 per match; 4 per team for tag matches
Deadline: 11:59 pm EST Friday, October 12, 2012

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“Part One”
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The world cheered for Ryan Kidd. He put on an amazing array of maneuvers. He showed nothing short of determination and heart. But when I stopped him in his quest towards victory, to garner a bit of recognition as his career up to that point had been a failure, no one said a damn thing. The people in the crowd just sat there, silent, not knowing what to say or do or even think. All it took as one move, to knock Ryan Kidd off of his pedestal and for me to change the way they viewed the little lad. And then I locked him in what these peasants known as wrestling insiders call a Texas Cloverleaf. He begged for mercy and he had no other choice but to submit.

He more than likely felt worthless. He probably felt that was just pathetic and I can’t help but agree with him. He didn’t put up a fight at the end. I took every bit of what he said and I kept getting back up. I laughed in his face. Kidd had no clue as to what he could do to keep me down and I hate to break it to him, but he wasn’t going to keep me down. That match with that little fool was what the insiders refer to as a squash match. I squashed Kidd like the little insect that he is. It was nothing more than a message to the rest of the SCW, especially men like David Miller. I sure hope he watched the match, but just in case he didn’t, I will address him shortly, just to get his attention.

My attention is to be focused on my second match within this company. I am facing some transgender character known as Cloudiee. I am not sure what to expect from this…miscreant. He is able to put on a show. He has been able to captivate crowds and given anyone he has faced a challenge. I am going into this match and I am not expecting anything else. I am sure he will show more heart and more fight than Ryan Kidd. I do not expect this to be a squash match. I believe it is going to be a perfect mesh of styles, as I am more smash mouth and he is a little bit more aerial and he is all about being flashy. He is a proud member of the Adrenaline division and it suits him perfectly.

He can run around the ring and he can quicken the pace, making things difficult for me, but all I need is time. All I have to do is catch him and when I do, I will crush him. There is no question of if I can catch him, because I know that I will. I am a King. That ring is my battlefield. I am a strategist. I do not go into a match without any knowledge of my opponent. I am not that sort of fighter. I am an intelligent warrior and that will be something to be questioned. I know what I am good and I have spent the last few days studying his matches. He can put on a good show, but when it comes to those big matches, he has a hard time closing the deal. His last big win was over another insect named Justin Davis. After that, it appears Cloudiee has peaked.

As for me, I am just getting started.
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“Part Two”
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I am back in my personal study, when my right hand man Damian Marlowe walks in. He salutes him, then takes a seat, as usual. It is rather early in the morning, but I am expecting a meeting with my father. I am sure he will be groveling at my feet for a job. It is something that else that is more an usual happening.

Damian Marlowe: My King, your father has just arrived. Would you like me to have him escorted off of the grounds?

I shake my head and I say: No. There is no call for that. I will listen to what the old fool has to say. My answer is going to be no of course, but it is always nice to see the man who used to try and control me cry like a baby.

Damian and I share a laugh.

Damian Marlowe: As you wish my King. Your queen Athena is out with friends, just thought I’d let you know.

I nod and I say: I am sure she is spending away all of my money. As long as she keeps me happy when I want pleasure then I do not care. I trust her. You and my Queen did well last weekend during my match. You allowed me to fight my battle and you stood by me as I stood in victory.

Damian Marlowe: Those peasants the SCW has assigned to be commentators seemed to think differently of us. They spoke badly about us, mocking who we are. I reviewed the footage, just to see what others said when they spoke of us.

I shrug and say: I am not concerned with those commentators. That is all they do. They talk. They can talk all they want, behind my back, but when and if we ever get up close and personal, they will not say a damn word. You can take that to the bank my friend. I know how people are. They look at us, people of royalty like we are the scum of the Earth, because we are higher on the food chain than they will ever be. Should I feel bad because of where I stand on the social ladder? No. I look at them and I laugh at their feeble attempts to knock me down, because it simply isn’t going to happen.

Damian nods his head: As you wish sir. I believe you will do with it if the time ever comes. I will leave now and see your father in.

Damian gets up and bows, before making his exit of the room. I sit there, trying not to laugh at Damian and his anger towards commentators. As slaves or the colored folk say, Haters are gonna hate. They are nothing more than monkeys, but ever so often they say something of use and importance. I lose my train of thought as my father enters my office. He heads towards my desk and goes to sit down, but I stop him.

I say: Who said that you could sit down?

My father scoffs.

Delmont King: So I watched you on television. It seems you were quite impressive in your little wrestling match.

I do not respond. He speaks again.

Delmont King: I guess you learned a lot from me, wouldn’t you say?

I scoff, then speak: You’re kidding me right? All you ever did for me was beat me senseless and made me angry. You sent me away after I took the anger you instilled in me on some poor sap who thought he was better than me. But every thing that I have gotten in my life, be it in the cage or the things that I will accomplish in the ring…that has been and always will be because of me.

My father looks down at the chair in front of my desk then back at me.

Delmont King: Do you mind if I sit?

I lean forward, placing my fists on the desk and keep my eyes locked with my father’s, before answering his question: Yes, I do mind. Why are you here? Your company went down the pipe not too long ago and you only come around when you want something. So let’s cut to the chase. What do you want, Delmont?

My father chuckles.

Delmont King: Oh so we are on a first name basis, Tyson?

I reply: You could call it that. Now answer the question.

The chuckle returns.

Delmont King: I have an proposition for you, son..

I cut him off: Do not call me your son. I am much more than that. I am above you, Delmont. Do not ever forget that. You may have helped when it came to bringing me into this world, and you beat me senseless as I mentioned earlier, but things have changed. I have no qualm with beating you into a bloody pulp at any time.

He shakes his head.

Delmont King: Fine. Tyson, I want to go into business with you. You could have the company backing your foray into the wrestling business. We can sponsor you. I can set you up with an agent and we can make sure the SCW and its board of directors do not screw you around. I know that you want to fight the very best in the company has to offer and I know that you do not want to continue competing against no names like Ryan Kidd and this kid Cloudiee. I know you want to face the Millers and the Valentines and so on and so forth.

This time, I laugh: You’re kidding me right? You want to make a name for yourself and your company off of my hard work? Is it me or does that sound oh so familiar? I do believe it does. I remember you put me in those underground fights and you made money off of me. You sure lost money off of me, but I will tell you this. It taught me a lesson, outside of what it meant to survive. It taught me that you do not and that you will never know what is best for me. Only I do and you better never forget that.

My father shakes his head.

Delmont King: Get off it, Tyson!

I stand up from my seat, keeping our eyes locked: I am going to suggest that you watch your tone.

Delmont King: Our name has power. It has meaning. I brought that power to our name. That is something that you should never forget. If it wasn’t for me, then you wouldn’t be this snobbish little bastard that you are, Tyson. You wouldn’t be the genetic freak that you are. I paid for your training. I paid for everything you received in that private school. I paid for your training when it came to fighting in the cage. If it wasn’t for me, son, you wouldn’t be as good as you are. You wouldn’t be as good as you think that you are. You could thank me by accepting my offer.

I respond: It takes a lot more than money to make someone an animal in the ring. It takes a person having the will to make it through the Hell that they are placed through and I have the will, father. I had the will then and I still have the will. I can get my own matches. I have the power that you created and the same power that you lost. It came to me. And it will stay with me until my Queen gives birth to a prince. You are no apart of the empire I have built on the fighting scene. You will not be apart of the empire I shall build within the halls of Supreme Championship Wrestling.

My father goes to speak, but I cut him off: You need to realize something, father. Would you like to know what that is exactly?

He rolls his eyes: Sure. Go ahead and enlighten me, oh your majesty.

I walk around my desk, clenching my fists, trying to remain calm, because I want to save the fight inside of me for my upcoming match. I stand just an inch or two in front of my father, towering over me, but I lower my eyes to make sure that they meet his, before continuing: You need to realize, father, that you are obsolete. You mean…nothing. What you once had, you flushed down the toilet. I am nothing like you. I make sure I take control of any and all situations I find myself in. I never and I mean, never…lost control. I would rather die than to come to you and ask for help. And the best thing that you can do, you little peasant is leave my fortress. You need to leave and never ever come back.

He goes to speak, but I cut him off again, grabbing him by his shirt collar: Do. I. Make. Myself…Clear?

Delmont King: Crystal…just know, son…that you will grow to regret this.

I let him go and say: The only one in this room with regret will be you if you do not get out of my sight in the next thirty seconds.

I let go of his collar and he straightens himself out the best he can. I glare at him and speak once more: Now…get out.


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“Part Three”
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Ryan Kidd fell like the peasant that he is. I wanted the world to know that I was going to dominate and I did just that. I am sure I have those who believe that my win is nothing more than a fluke since I disposed of a would be wrestler who hasn’t won a match since signing with the SCW. I understand those remarks and I shake my head at them. I am not here to make a believer out of any of you insiders or the fans. I know that I have the ability to dominate and I will work to the absolute best of my ability.

I know that I am in for more of a challenge this week when I come face to face with you Cloudiee, but before I address there is a man that I want address first. It is time that he hears from me. I am talking to you, David Miller. I was supposed to come face to face with you at Apocalypse after you destroyed Godwin, but the thing is this. You didn’t destroy him. You couldn’t overcome him. You have gone soft and it made me sick to see that. I didn’t find the need to waste my time on you.

After watching you overcome Katie Steward, I saw that fire again in you. It made me proud. I wanted to come deal with you then, but I wasn’t in the building, so consider yourself lucky. I am going to be sure to be in the same building when you face Eric Matthews on Breakdown. If you manage to win then you can bet your bottom dollar that you will be addressed by a King. If you lose, then you need to really consider going for another career because you are not the assassin you have always claimed to be. You will be nothing more than an embarrassment.

Should you lose, that doesn’t mean my interest in you will diminish. No, David I am going to still come after you. I am going to make sure I get my hands around your throat and that I squeeze the rest of the life out of you. If you cannot be the monster you once were, then there is no point in you being here. You have a ruthless side in you, but you are pissing it away. You are flushing it all down the toilet like a lot of people who have had the brass rings right there, only for those same people to lose their grip. Have you lost your grip, David? If that is the case, then I will signing up to take you out of your misery, because you could be asking for an end. Just remember that.

Now, you Cloudiee. It seems that you are having a hard time making the same impact you made in the CW. It seems you are having a hard time replicating that success in the SCW. You won the Internet Championship didn’t you? What has happened to you? Are you suffering the same disease as David Miller? Where you achieved success, but success proved to be too much for you? If that is the case, then as I said to Miller, I will bring you the end you sorely need. I know that you have fight in you, but can you tap into that, Cloudiee? For your sake, this Sunday, I hope that you can, because it could be the determining factor in whether or not you can overcome me.

I am speaking to you with confidence. I am confident in my abilities. Not once last Sunday did I think that I wouldn’t be able to beat Ryan Kidd. I knew that I could beat him, just as I strongly feel with my entire being that I will beat you as well. I am an honor roll student. I study. I come prepared and that will be evident when the bell rings Sunday night. I am going to bring the fight. I am going to bring the aggression. I am going to prove to be too much for you, little man. Your heart will shine through, but in the end, I will break your heart. I am not here to play games. I am not here to put on a wrestling clinic. I am here to fight and it can last as long as the fight has to, but in the end, I am going to crush you. I am not selling you short, but I am telling you exactly how I feel. You haven’t brought anything to the table in quite some time for me to think otherwise. Things may change, but as of right now, I predict that come Sunday Night Aggression, you will be begging for mercy at the hands of a King…but unfortunately for you, for your fans, there will be no mercy. Mercy doesn’t flow through my veins. Just royal aggression and you are just a piece of land that needs to be conquered. You can prepare for war, but your best against my best will not save you. Sunday night, you will fall.

Be prepared to bow.
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~*~A Cloudiee Development~*~ Off Camera

Cloudiee’s Apartment

Time was not of the essence this morning, as it would be for most. Sure, those working a nine to five were already up and adam..Some even struggling to get to work on time. And there were those that were out too late the night before still slumbering unknowingly of the time of day in bed. Cloudiee was one of those individuals. Not that it was his intention, after all this man A typically was up by the crack of dawn. However today...He went to bed at dawn, so there was no getting up there for him. That was ok though, for today he had no work to do and no client requests at the shop. So that left free reign to lay in bed until this evenings flight out for Aggression. Normally he would wait until the day off to go. But for some reason he was in the mood for sight seeing his surroundings. And this time he wasn’t going alone. Gyna Erikson, Amy, and Pete were all going. Sure they would hang back in the locker room. Gyna was debating on wither or not going with him to the ring. She wasn’t very trusting of his current opponent’s work ethics. And being a wrestler herself, she knew her way around and he was grateful for that. But he wasn’t about to cheat against his opponent. He wasn’t like that. He was one that worked on his own merit, and right now that merit was spent and he was sound a sleep.

So much so, that he didn’t even hear his front door open and close. Joshi did though. She trotted into the front room to find Gyna there looking like she was ready for the gym in a soft cotton work out suit. Her long dark hair pulled beautiful off her neck and our of her adorable face. Closing the door, she squatted down and gave Joshi some lovin’ that caused the cat to purr like a motor boat. Laughing, she looked up and called out for Cloudiee with no response. Surely her was up by now, as she stood back up to carefully step over the cat that had firmly planted her bottom down in the center of her path. Casually she heads further into the apartment causes the affectionate Joshi to trot along side her demanding more scratches and pets.

Stumbling a bit, she manages to open the bedroom door to stop dead in her tracks. There Cloudiee was in his batman pjs..The ones with the holes in it enough to see his camo undies underneath. But that isn’t what made her stop. It was the fact his rear end was up in the air. Something you often don’t see in a grown man but in small children when they sleep. Instantly she covers her mouth to keep from laughing, as she walks in with twinkling eyes. Joshi mews, causing Gyna to snap her attention to the cat and shush her. The cat however chooses to ignore her and mews again as she rubs her body against the edge of the bed. Rolling her eyes, Gyna looks up at Cloudiee and smirks. An impish grin forms on her face as she bites her lower lip. And with one fluid motion, Gyna cracks Cloudiee across the rear end causing him to shouts in alarm while slamming his head into his headboard. Laughing, Gyna leaps back as he instinctively reaches up to rub his sore head while rolling over to look at her.


Cloudiee: What was that for....

He grumbled a bit with a gravely voice. She couldn’t help but laugh a little more as she walks and sits down next to him.

Gyna: I couldn’t help it. You looked so cute with your butt up in the air rip for the smackin’.

Cloudiee: Ow...
Gyna: Oh it didn’t hurt that much....
Cloudiee: You’re right, just now my head hurts...

He pouted at he continued to rub his head a bit, causing Gyna to roll her eyes. Laughing she lean down and kissed his forehead before sitting back up right. The thought of her so close made him smile as he brought his hand down and placed it unknowingly on her thigh. Gyna happeningly looks down by pays it no mind before looking up into his face once more catching sight of him smiling.

Cloudiee: Though I admit waking up to seeing you in the room does have it’s advantages and pleasantries..So I can’t complain too much, though what brings you here and how did you get in?
Gyna: I still have a key remember....?
Cloudiee: Oh right....

He nods to himself as he remembers the very day he gave it to her. It was a day he would never forget, but it did cause him to frown. He missed seeing her daily. Missed smelling her perfume, and shampoo...Missed talking to her. Hell he wouldn’t be surprised if his beloved cat Joshi thought him insane with how often he talked to himself pretending she was there. God, he would be embarrassed if she ever found out. Blushing, he turned away as he began to stretch fighting off a yawn.

Gyna: In answer to your other question. I came to get you up. I am going to help you get ready for your match against Tyson.
Cloudiee: You know you don’t have to....
Gyna: I know I don’t, but...

She began as she finally stood up leaving him with a sense of feeling bereft. Frowning he looked over at her draping one arm over his forehead sleepily.

Gyna: I want to help. I don’t like this guy, and something tells me he isn’t going to play by the books.
Cloudiee: I do know what I am doing ya know.
Gyna: Did I once say I doubted your capabilities or abilities, or anything else for that matter Cloud?

Cloudiee thought upon that for a moment and shook his head. No she hadn’t.

Gyna: Then what is wrong with giving or accepting help?
Cloudiee: You are right, thought what do you have in mind?
Gyna: Stretching, some light cardio, maybe a run or a ride. Then head to the gym for a real work out. Then later with what time we have left before we head to the airport....Go to the local boxing joint we both know and use their ring to get some in ring time. What do you think?

Cloudiee wasn’t sure what to think. Sounded like she had his whole day plotted out. So much for getting some shut eye...

Cloudiee: Sounds good to me...
Gyna: Good, then get up.
Cloudiee: I am up...I’m up.

Smiling down at him, she takes his hand and leads him to the bathroom before playfully shoving him into the bathroom. Chuckling himself he heads towards the toliet, as Gyna peeks her head in to say one last thing.

Gyna: Go a head and get freshened up. I will wait out here for you and tend to Joshi. Poor girl is out of food.

Cloudiee gives her a thumbs up before she closes the door to allow him some privacy to tend to his basic needs.

~*~A Cloudiee Production~*~ On Camera

San Francisco International Airport

The hustle and bustle of a great mass is heard long before the camera focuses in on its location. However, once the images sharpen in from blurry blobs we see nameless faces in large masses moving through each other as they struggle to catch a flight...And in some case get back home or on with their lives. Airports though an efficient way to travel, were not at all easy or suggested. But with the distance Cloudiee and his crew had to travel and the little time to do it in...It was more of a necessity then an actual desire. Still they trudged on through the wake of this congestion with their gear in tow, only to come to a stop just outside the terminal doors. Apparently there was a bit of a hang up just inside and no one permitted in through this entrance at this time. Airport personal apologized for the inconvenience and that they would open the doors momentarily.

Cloudiee’s friend Amy whispered something to Pete and he made a funny face. Gyna asked what was going on and Amy told her allowing Cloudiee to over hear. Apparently someone got sick just inside the door and they were finishing cleaning it up. Cloudiee chuckled. Nerves probably. Then the fear of flying wasn’t so far stretched as one might think. Alot of fears were actually reasonable if you gave it some actual thought. But that wasn’t a road Cloudiee wanted to go on. Not right now anyways...He had too much on his plate at the moment to concern himself with others’ fears and the reasonings behind them.

And as Cloudiee snapped out of his deep thought into something that now would be nagging him...He notices the camera pointed in his direction filming his every move. With a cheesy grin he waves catching the attention of Gyna, Amy, and Pete. All three turn to look as do several others whom seem eager enough to find out just what is going on hoping in some small way to be seen too. Grinning he motions the camera closer, as he hands off his bag to Pete. He tells them to go on a head and give him a few minutes just as they begin to open the doors. Gyna seems reluctant at first but does so anyways as the crowd slowly begins to file in through the doors at this particular entrance. Casually, Cloudiee turns back towards the camera while shoving his hands into the pockets of his skinny jeans.


Cloudiee: Afternoon all, I am glad you came here to see me off. Have a good bit to say to you all in leu of everything that is going on and will be going on. Though I am not quite certain leu is even a word, or more of a phrase that someone invented just because it sounded good. Though it admittingly dose work, and this is rather early on to be sidetracking myself. Sorry about that, old habits and all that...

He chuckled openly as he gave the camera a casual shrug.

Cloudiee: I have a tendency to ramble on needlessly about things. Then again everyone in the federation...The world even has that same infliction. That is one of the reasons I shove an oreo in my pie hole here because it helps me stay on track. Sure I enjoy them greatly, and they are plentiful. But subconsciously...It is a “hey you are talking to much.” And I know right now I am doing that but I thought to give some insight as to the whys of Cloudieedom. And since I didn’t get a chance to grab a pack before we headed here to the airport. You all will have to bare with me on this journey.

Cloudiee stated with a nod of his head, as if to agree with his own brand of logic.

Cloudiee: Oh that is what I like to tell myself. But enough about me, let me tell you..Or more like explain myself and my recent actions. Or in some cases the lack there of.

Cloudiee began again, chewing mildly on his lower lip in thought before letting go of his lip to speak again.

Cloudiee: There isn’t an excuse..Plain and simple. I could ramble on and one more then I already have about something that happened or how life is going..Or tell some little white lie but that simply isn’t me. I honestly flaked. I wanted to be there but no one in their right might can sit there and say oh hey I want to be at work every day. Sure it is a job you do or a career you enjoy. But even in those you have days or periods of time where you wish you were doing something else. And honestly I had that moment. Not that I wanted to quit, don’t get me wrong there. But because I wanted to focus on life itself. In general even..And honestly. My last opponents were more focused then I anticipated. They came in it for the win and truly pwned me. I won’t lie. But this time around, my head is back in the game. I am ready to step it up and take charge of my career again. I want to show to my fans and those I work with that I am still the same Cloudiee from the CW as Tyson readily pointed out. Maybe it was all stemming from a lack of faith in myself. Whom knows, or maybe it was because my underwear were too tight and my shoes were untied. I dunno. But what I do know now is that I am ready.

I am ready not only to advance, and face the likes of Tyson on a level in which will prove to be entertaining and challenging. I have seen his last match against Ryan and it was spectacular. I know that Tyson, no offense Ryan has even more to offer. And even should I lose this match. I look forward to using it as a teaching tool to better myself on a whole new level. So either way I win. That is how I see it. So do your worse Tyson, I look forward to the opportunity you present. Though I will admit, I look forward to attempting to burst that bubble. I wonder though, if you will make that high pitch whiney fart noise while you fly about deflating. I doubt it....But oddly enough curious enough and crazy enough to see it through if given the chance to do so. I guess we will see.

Cloudiee mused in public thought, before continuing on.

Cloudiee: But to defeat you would humiliate you. Especially with one of my standing. A lowly commoner in your kingly eyes. But to me, we are all equals your lordship. And you are just as common as the rest of us. In fact, you are no better then the jackass next to you that thinks he is tough shit. So in light of that, I nor anyone else owes you a thing. Though if I did, I think I would remember...Unless I was drunk. I tend to forget stuff when I am drunk. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that, but what is done is done...

Cloudiee chuckled as he shook his head in disbelief.

Cloudiee: Any whooooo....

Cloudiee began again with another chuckled as he idly glanced down to kick at something that could not be seen. With a sigh, he looks up and back into the camera once more.

Cloudiee: Even with that said, I can’t not give you props. I mean being confident is only a step in the right direction. Determination, and passion another couple of steps. As they say baby steps and you are assured to get there. Taking great leaps and you are sure to fail. But even in failure, you see enlightenment. A chance to continue...That silver lining...So even as you continue to “dominate”

Cloudiee spoke pulling out his hands long enough to use air quotations before putting them back into his pockets.

Cloudiee: You fall prey to your own design. You will be taught humility eventually. And again it would be funny as hell to fall to the likes of this jester. And as you can see, it doesn’t take me calling you names or threatening you in some extravagant way to tear you down to size. So while you seek to seek the mysterious Miller out that has agreeably faltered of late. Then again so have I...You will realize that you are nothing more then a bag of hot air. An overly aggressive guy. But a guy all the same that makes mistakes just like we commoners do. Though with how dominating you seem to be, it is a wonder why anyone hasn’t mistaken you for some hairy knuckled great ape. I mean here look at me look at me, I am king bow before me. I will show no mercy, and there is no hope for those of you whom defy me. Take a look around you Tyson. Miller, Shilo, Collin, Masquerade, even the rather vocal Syren can state they are kingly. What makes you so different really? Why should we bow to the likes of you when you are just like every tyrant before you? I mean I may be a little man, but I have the passion and heart of a lion. And come Sunday you will hear me roar Tyson. And this little man won’t seem so little when you find yourself the one pin to the floor instead of me.

But take it as you will Tyson. I am more then ready for you. I have found myself again and you get to have the distinct pleasure of getting a taste of it. I will bring it as you wish. I will show you why and how I won that title in the CW. I will show that being the spotlight hasn’t been too much for me, and you will choke as you are forced to endure that randomness that I bring. My question for you is this Tyson. Even knowing that you are clearly over compensating for a late there of of something...Are you so sure you are ready for me?

Cloudiee inquired as he heard a tap at the door. Glancing over he sees Pete whom motions for him to come on. Nodding he glances back at the camera for one last comment.

Cloudiee: Seriously think about it Tyson, as you see on your throne of fancy. Truly think about it. And while you do, I will wish you luck and see you Sunday night. Take care bro...

Cloudiee offered some semblance of an olive branch in sportsmanship, and turned to head into the airport terminal. The scene fades out as Pete and Cloudiee head further in disappearing into the crowded lobby.
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