Post by thechrisavery on Jul 17, 2009 1:59:34 GMT -5
(OOC: I talked to Tank, and I fixed all his misspellings. We worked on this together. He'll still RP though during the weekend.)
- Scene opens up to the Wrestling Championship Federation headquarters. Chris Avery is in his regular outside-the-ring attire, and he stands up in the lobby. Tank Reaper comes walking through the double doors. He yells out "HEY!" to Chris, whose nearly ten feet away. The receptionist pops up and tells the two to be quiet. Avery bumps fists with Tank and they both sit down.
Chris Avery: You ready to do this?
Tank Reaper: I was born ready bro. I wanted to run things by you first though is that okay?
Chris Avery: Shoot for it.
Tank Reaper: We're still going to wrestle in singles matches right?
Chris Avery: Yes. Matter of fact, we're going to talk to head of talent in a few minutes, as you know, and he's in charge of putting together the Television Championship Tournament together that starts in a few weeks. I'm almost positive that we'll both be in that tournament, so yeah. We'll both be singles stars, it's just now we get to team up officially, and maybe go after Tag Team Gold.
Tank Reaper: That is the bomb. Oh, and that's all I wanted to run by you.
Chris Avery: You said things though? Like more than one?
Tank Reaper: Yeah, that's about it. The other thing is stupid.
Chris Avery: What is it?
Tank Reaper: Ugh. I want to know if you'll go with me to my meeting today?
Chris Avery: ...
Tank Reaper: My meeting? (whisper) Sex.. Addiction, Chris?
Chris Avery: Yeah-I Know-I Know.
Tank Reaper: So is that a ye-
Chris Avery: Yes sure, we just need this meeting to go great. They don't just let anyone become an official Tag Team. We have to answer the questions correctly, and really show we're a tag team.
- The receptionist stands up and walks over to them where they are seated on a couch in the lobby of the headquarters.
Receptionist: Excuse me, Tank, Chris. Our Head of Talent Relations is going to be in meetings all day and they're going to be longer than expected but he wanted me to tell you that your application to be an official Tag Team has been accepted. From now on, when the booking is great, you'll be booked in official Tag Team matches. Your singles careers shouldn't stumble either. Congrats!
- Avery has a blank stare and Tank is all excited.
Tank Reaper: We must have answered the questions right huh?
Chris Avery: We.. didn't answer-Yeah, Tank, we did.
Tank Reaper: Let's go to my meeting!
- The two stand up and walk out of the headquarters and get into Tank's car.
Tank Reaper: So you walk everywhere?
Chris Avery: I just don't walk. I take all transportation's of the like. I need to feel the real streets, I need to take it all in. It talks to me and I help her.
Tank Reaper: That's what she said.
Chris Avery: Sigh.
Tank Reaper: My remark is the simple reason we're going to this meeting!
Chris Avery: I know, I know.
Tank Reaper: Say what is your thoughts on Johnny Anthrax?
Chris Avery: Another undeserving human being who walks the halls of Wrestling Championship Federation's arenas every Monday and talks about being the best, talks about being skilled but he's still green behind the ears and he's well into his 30's. Tank, you had him in your grasp and were close to putting him away but he came out on top didn't he? Because he cheated. He's a thief like too many I have seen and known over the years. Anthrax robs the audience of their well paid dollars, and robs the class and pride of WCF inside the ring. He's a criminal in WCF and I must take care of him, Tank. I must take care of him. What is your thoughts on Apollo?
Tank Reaper: I hate him.
Chris Avery: ...
Tank Reaper: Just hate him.
Chris Avery: Good start. Now... tell me more?
Tank Reaper: He can't treat a lady right. Man, he slapped Matroshka, I mean I love the ladies, but she was better. She had class like you speak of. And also Pride. She was the most beautifulest lady I've ever seen and he slapped her. I was there to save her. Then in my match he just comes out and wants a piece of me? Just out of nowhere like I stole her? Hello! I saved her from that piece of shit!
Chris Avery: There ya go.
Tank Reaper: But other than that, I just hate him.
Chris Avery: Good. We need that for the Tag Match this week.
Tank Reaper: I hate Apollo Creed.
Chris Avery: Griffin.
Tank Reaper: Whatever.
- The scene fades out as the car drives off in the distance.
- Scene opens up to the Wrestling Championship Federation headquarters. Chris Avery is in his regular outside-the-ring attire, and he stands up in the lobby. Tank Reaper comes walking through the double doors. He yells out "HEY!" to Chris, whose nearly ten feet away. The receptionist pops up and tells the two to be quiet. Avery bumps fists with Tank and they both sit down.
Chris Avery: You ready to do this?
Tank Reaper: I was born ready bro. I wanted to run things by you first though is that okay?
Chris Avery: Shoot for it.
Tank Reaper: We're still going to wrestle in singles matches right?
Chris Avery: Yes. Matter of fact, we're going to talk to head of talent in a few minutes, as you know, and he's in charge of putting together the Television Championship Tournament together that starts in a few weeks. I'm almost positive that we'll both be in that tournament, so yeah. We'll both be singles stars, it's just now we get to team up officially, and maybe go after Tag Team Gold.
Tank Reaper: That is the bomb. Oh, and that's all I wanted to run by you.
Chris Avery: You said things though? Like more than one?
Tank Reaper: Yeah, that's about it. The other thing is stupid.
Chris Avery: What is it?
Tank Reaper: Ugh. I want to know if you'll go with me to my meeting today?
Chris Avery: ...
Tank Reaper: My meeting? (whisper) Sex.. Addiction, Chris?
Chris Avery: Yeah-I Know-I Know.
Tank Reaper: So is that a ye-
Chris Avery: Yes sure, we just need this meeting to go great. They don't just let anyone become an official Tag Team. We have to answer the questions correctly, and really show we're a tag team.
- The receptionist stands up and walks over to them where they are seated on a couch in the lobby of the headquarters.
Receptionist: Excuse me, Tank, Chris. Our Head of Talent Relations is going to be in meetings all day and they're going to be longer than expected but he wanted me to tell you that your application to be an official Tag Team has been accepted. From now on, when the booking is great, you'll be booked in official Tag Team matches. Your singles careers shouldn't stumble either. Congrats!
- Avery has a blank stare and Tank is all excited.
Tank Reaper: We must have answered the questions right huh?
Chris Avery: We.. didn't answer-Yeah, Tank, we did.
Tank Reaper: Let's go to my meeting!
- The two stand up and walk out of the headquarters and get into Tank's car.
Tank Reaper: So you walk everywhere?
Chris Avery: I just don't walk. I take all transportation's of the like. I need to feel the real streets, I need to take it all in. It talks to me and I help her.
Tank Reaper: That's what she said.
Chris Avery: Sigh.
Tank Reaper: My remark is the simple reason we're going to this meeting!
Chris Avery: I know, I know.
Tank Reaper: Say what is your thoughts on Johnny Anthrax?
Chris Avery: Another undeserving human being who walks the halls of Wrestling Championship Federation's arenas every Monday and talks about being the best, talks about being skilled but he's still green behind the ears and he's well into his 30's. Tank, you had him in your grasp and were close to putting him away but he came out on top didn't he? Because he cheated. He's a thief like too many I have seen and known over the years. Anthrax robs the audience of their well paid dollars, and robs the class and pride of WCF inside the ring. He's a criminal in WCF and I must take care of him, Tank. I must take care of him. What is your thoughts on Apollo?
Tank Reaper: I hate him.
Chris Avery: ...
Tank Reaper: Just hate him.
Chris Avery: Good start. Now... tell me more?
Tank Reaper: He can't treat a lady right. Man, he slapped Matroshka, I mean I love the ladies, but she was better. She had class like you speak of. And also Pride. She was the most beautifulest lady I've ever seen and he slapped her. I was there to save her. Then in my match he just comes out and wants a piece of me? Just out of nowhere like I stole her? Hello! I saved her from that piece of shit!
Chris Avery: There ya go.
Tank Reaper: But other than that, I just hate him.
Chris Avery: Good. We need that for the Tag Match this week.
Tank Reaper: I hate Apollo Creed.
Chris Avery: Griffin.
Tank Reaper: Whatever.
- The scene fades out as the car drives off in the distance.
