RP Title :: That Damn Phone TBC By :: Me only OOC :: G-Love and the Special Sauce is good music, listen to it.
	It had been an hour since I had hung up the phone, yet still I was staring at it. It wasn't so much that I expected it to ring again, but more that the phone call had caught me off guard. I had not expected it at all.   It had been a year since I had become a pastor, and I thought I was happy. I thought I was content. If I had never recieved this phonecall, things would have continued on exactly as they had. But then the call. So in my dilema I sat and stared at the phone. It was almost Ironic. I had grown up in philadelphia. When I became a wrestler, I wrestled in the northeast. I had been known as a man of the northeast. Philadelphia, and New York were my homes. When I retired as a wrestler, I went into Mixed-Martial-Arts, but still all my fights were northeast. I spent alot of time in New York and New Jersey.   So when I quit fighting to become a pastor, I moved far from the northeast. Down to good old Southlake, Texas. It was a suburb north and west of Dallas. I loved the area. The people were great, the food was nice, Dallas on the whole was fun. I hadn't even thought of Wrestling or MMA in months. Well, other than the occasional UFC show on TV or watching the occcasional Raw or Impact. It hadn't even been a thought.   Damn that Dangerously. Damn him! I'd known him for years, back to our days in the ICWA. Out of all the people I had met in that hellhole he was the only one I had remained friends with. Sure enough I was happy to hear his voice on the other end of the phone when I picked it up. I figured he was just calling to see how I was doing, it had been a while since we had talked. That would have been fine. That wouldn't have rocked the boat.   He didn't call because we were friends and friends talk. NO! he called because he needed someone. The number of people he could trust was a quickly shrinking number. I don't know what his deal was exactly. Frankly I wasn't paying that much attention.   I had gotten distracted early on. I was distracted because he asked me to join W2K. He asked me to come back to the wrestling industry again. Now I thought I was happy here, and I thought that it was a place for me, but the moment he mentioned getting into a wrestling ring I jumped out of my chair, I guess I was still excited about it.   This was madness. I had moved on. I had a life. I was married, I had a son. My wife was pregnant with our second child. How could he do this to me. He had to be manipulating me into something I wasn't expecting. But he was my friend, or at least had been a while ago. I wasn't every truly sure with Ned. I mean sometimes he was as close as a brother, then sometimes it was as though he was only using you because he needed you. I had a feeling I knew which this was, but I still had hopes that there was more.   Worse than that was that he had already booked me. How could he book someone who hadn't even agreed to work for the company. I don't knwo what I should do, I need to think it over. It would be a long hard thought.   Damn that Ned, I mean who does he think he is?   It was then that for the first time in over an hour my wife perked up and finally said something.   Ryan, simmer the language down, Alex is in the other room. Besides, I doubt Ned is really that bad. I think he just needs people with talent. You know what you want to do, so do it....   TBC? I guess later
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