Petey sat on the edge of his motel room bed with a look of concern on his face. The room looked so filthy at this point that the smell would be real even if a person were only viewing the room in a still photograph. He hadn't paid much attention to his own personal hygiene, so needless to say the motel room hadn't had so much as a once over with a hand broom.
The motel staff didn't bother him, though. The staff was paid enough that even if the smell became a problem for other tenants they wouldn't need to worry anyway. MBE had been as generous as a low down, dirty, nasty motel could hope for. Either way, there had been no complaints from the interesting humans inhabiting the many motel rooms of this establishment.
So, he sat there on the edge of a dirty bed in the midst of his own filth... and he pondered. He couldn't be sure that he was in his right mind, but he thought about his victory in tag team action and how it had been rewarded with more tag teaming. This was bad enough, but on top of that was the fact that he would be tagging with a completely different guy. A guy he hated. A guy that was basically the reason for his circumstances. A Brit. A General. God damned General Mayhem.
While Petey didn't care about winning and losing most of the time, he was honest with himself about the loss to General Mayhem. Losing to that faggot had been a disgrace. The man had no talent and was as pompous as any commanding officer that Petey had served under.
He wanted to break him. He wanted to destroy this Robyori moron, show Justin Evitable (hilarious name aside) that his pain threshold had better have increased, and then crush his tag team partner after the match just for ****s and giggles.
The winning and losing of that tag team match did little to affect him. His hatred of that British officer was all that mattered.
Excuse the extended leave of absence there, Petey, but don't think I wanted to miss round 2 of our little menage o toire or however the hell they pronounce it. You see, minor setbacks aside they decided to pit me up against you again this week, and with that hunk of metal ROBOYORI at my side, normaly any man would go "awww what the hell" at a partner like him, but he does make for a very good distraction.
You get to be teamed with a man of similair tastes, of similair mental capacity, of similair mental disability, you've got your little drill sergeant by your side to motivate you into losing more efficiently, and then when he gets into the ring I'm sure he can throw down in the trenches with the best of them. Unfortunately for you, though, Petey, you seem to be on a pretty bad losing track, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let one slip to you guys this week. I have my own image to uphold here, as the True Face of MBE.
And once again, I have a man ready to come out and bash my name, well I'm sorry to disappoint...ahem...Petey Esdee....PTSD....Post Traumatic Stress Disorder....that's cute, that really is, you're like a Ft. Bragg version of a sesame street character, you might as well be popping your head out of a trash lid telling the kids how life is hell and that they should enlist at eighteen, or hell, lie and enlist at sixteen, and that if they dont wrap it up they are going to have PPVD.
There is not going to be any sort of payback for you for the defeat at my hands, not this week, not any week, it's not within your abilities, perhaps you should be spending less time in the ring and more time at your veteran affairs office arguing why you aren't getting suitable health insurance to get yourself some counciling, and you're definately going to need enough of that when I send you back to your childhood after dropping you on your head one two maybe a dozen times.
As far as General Mayhem is concerned, he need not worry about my motivation this week, its definately there and intact, I only had to make a short stop in Foxboro, Mass. to make sure that my camera was working properly, there's definately a lot of sites in New York to capture. Lots of high class hookers walking about and I am on a scavenger hunt to find the scandanavian prostitute with the glass eye, I'm sure you can help me out with that General Mayhem, I think your times spent overseas during your tour of duty has been fillied with countless nights of drunken debauchery and wondering what the german women like to do in their spare time...and watch out for the ones with strap ons, I'm sure you've made that mistake once or twice.
So its team pervert vs. team dont ask dont tell, this is surely going to be a tag match for the century, one that surely noone will remember next week unless of course the True Face was involved, and I'll make sure it's one hell of a show, and I'll have to make quick work of you two because I've got other affairs I need sorted out before the Lord of the Boards match, oh this Pay Per View is going to be a doozy for yours truely, the True Face.
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