Cool Party

[Jack]

[ Sorry. I'll get back into the groove of putting aside time to write and not procrastinate. ]

Party time all the time? Maybe. Except when you party with those of low moral fiber. Then the hangover gets to be a bit more than one can handle. Adam Rose had those moments from to time. This is what happens when you hangout with scumbags and not cheeseburgers. The hotel lobby near the arena where Warfare would take place was the location. Shirtless but in a crimson colored fur coat and matching sunglasses he was slouched back in a rather comfortable looking loveseat while activity went on around him. He could feel a camera upon him and probably someone in a suit holding a microphone inching closer. He slowly lowered his sunglasses and half-hardheartedly raised two fingers towards the sky, humming his theme song. The transition from partying non-stop to preparing for matches was a rough one indeed.

| Adam Rose | Dut dut duh duh duh..duh duh duh..

He made a dismissive, "fuck off" kind of motion with is hands and slid the sunglasses back on.

| Todd Grisham | Uh, well, Adam Rose is joining me at this moment--

| Adam Rose | You're sort of joining ME aren't you? Intruding really.

| Todd Grisham | Congratulations on your successful debut and advancement in the PTG tournament.

| Adam Rose | Yes. Cheers. Brilliant.

| Todd Grisham | And now you're off to the second round where you will be facing off against Ryback.

Rose slowly lowered his glasses again.

| Adam Rose | Ryback, Ryback..I can't quite place the name. He doesn't happen to be the big, gigantic bald fellow? Does he?

| Todd Grisham | That would be Ryback, yes.

| Adam Rose | Oh, fuck me..

The party host flung his head back and rubbed some fingers against the side of his head.

| Adam Rose | Doesn't this place hire people like, I don't know, the bullfighting guys? Or the midget alligator? That's about the level I'm at right now. That's my level of fighting spirit you might say. NOT at the giant, monster heavyweight. I'm probably, no, DEFINITELY going to end up vomiting in the ring if I get hit too hard in this condition. ..WAIT.

He sat up all of a sudden as the proverbial light bulb went off on his head.

| Adam Rose | The Rosebuds! If things get out of hand I'll just call the Rosebuds in! They're all hopped up on blow and god knows' what else! Even Ryback can't handle a pack of addicts!

| Todd Grisham | But if you get yourself disqualified, you won't be able to win the PTG title. A title that can be cashed in to claim a World Title opportunity.

| Adam Rose | Wait. What?! Since when is that a thing?! No one told me!

Rose rolled his eyes and looked completely out of whack at this point.

| Adam Rose | Alright. This is fine. I've got this. I'll do a little purging and I'll be all nice and settled. Get this out of my system and get good and ready. Good and ready to fight some jacked up, muscle freak and..

A deep breath. A deep soothing breath. Rose settled back in his chair, leaned it back, and folded his hands just above his waist.

| Adam Rose | ..I am ill prepared for this. Please go away. I'm going to contemplate a few pressing life decisions while probably indulging in more things I probably shouldn't touch at the moment. Perhaps I'll have the Rosebuds distract him with all an you can eat buffet and defeat with a sneaky roll up of some sort. Yes. That's what will happen. Precisely.

Rose was statue like and didn't budge an inch. This interview had promptly ended as no further insight was going to be revealed from him at this state.

[Juan Ramirez]

I lost it at 'midget gator', sorry for my no show Jack and everyone, but this weekend was Party time, all the time.