Post by Michael Santiago on Jun 6, 2011 14:28:03 GMT -5
* As the scene fades in we are greeted by a dim, dusty old tavern the inhabitants if which remind us fondly of Jakob... With the key difference being they can afford to drink inside a bar. As the field is surveyed Michael Santiago seemingly sticks out like a sore thumb, next to him is the much larger Odin Balfore. *
Odin: Just like the good old days Santi.
* Michael gives Odin a stern lookover having noticed the slurs and stutters in Odin's sentence. *
Michael: Listen beez, maybe you should lay off the sauce a little bit, you haven't really been drinking for some time now. Maybe you can't put down as many as you used to be able to.
Odin: Thats bullshit, I'm fine, if I can't handle this then I deserve to wake up to one of Gill's hookers ass fucking me with a strap on.
Michael: I really dont want to know where you came up with that scenario, its disturbing just giving it the slightest thought.
Odin: The point is Santi, here we are, fresh start, getting ready to rock and roll all over again. A new run for the tag gold... Come on think about the last time we took a real run at tag gold, we had the titles in our home of PWO and managed to capture the CWC world belts, we beat out competition from how many other companies for that honor? We were epic...
Michael: We were TPA...
Odin: Santi we are always going to be The Perfect Alliance, thats just how we do, the big nordic tank and the little wiry mexican.
Michael: Ok, I think I've told you close to a thousands times by now, I'm puerto rican and italian...
Odin: puerto rican and mexican are the same thing Santi, stop denying it already, as for italian... Come on, you dont want to associate with that... Think jersey shore, you dont need that stereotype following you around too as if your mexirican-ness doesn't give you enough trouble.
Michael: Sometimes you really aggravate me mav, youre looking way too far ahead, you are already smelling the tag gold, I haven't even gotten through my return match yet.
Odin: Is there something youre worried about worth this guy Jakob our something?
Michael: Its not my opponent at all, I just have a lot if ring rust to shave off, I'm a little apprehensive to have to perform in front of a large crowd again.
Odin: You have nothing to worry about and you know it, once youre in that ring you start running on all cylinders again and then its balls to the wall after that.
Michael: I hope youre right mav... I hope youre right...
*fin*
(please note that there is a reason I abruptly ended this rp, its for storyline purposes.)
Odin: Just like the good old days Santi.
* Michael gives Odin a stern lookover having noticed the slurs and stutters in Odin's sentence. *
Michael: Listen beez, maybe you should lay off the sauce a little bit, you haven't really been drinking for some time now. Maybe you can't put down as many as you used to be able to.
Odin: Thats bullshit, I'm fine, if I can't handle this then I deserve to wake up to one of Gill's hookers ass fucking me with a strap on.
Michael: I really dont want to know where you came up with that scenario, its disturbing just giving it the slightest thought.
Odin: The point is Santi, here we are, fresh start, getting ready to rock and roll all over again. A new run for the tag gold... Come on think about the last time we took a real run at tag gold, we had the titles in our home of PWO and managed to capture the CWC world belts, we beat out competition from how many other companies for that honor? We were epic...
Michael: We were TPA...
Odin: Santi we are always going to be The Perfect Alliance, thats just how we do, the big nordic tank and the little wiry mexican.
Michael: Ok, I think I've told you close to a thousands times by now, I'm puerto rican and italian...
Odin: puerto rican and mexican are the same thing Santi, stop denying it already, as for italian... Come on, you dont want to associate with that... Think jersey shore, you dont need that stereotype following you around too as if your mexirican-ness doesn't give you enough trouble.
Michael: Sometimes you really aggravate me mav, youre looking way too far ahead, you are already smelling the tag gold, I haven't even gotten through my return match yet.
Odin: Is there something youre worried about worth this guy Jakob our something?
Michael: Its not my opponent at all, I just have a lot if ring rust to shave off, I'm a little apprehensive to have to perform in front of a large crowd again.
Odin: You have nothing to worry about and you know it, once youre in that ring you start running on all cylinders again and then its balls to the wall after that.
Michael: I hope youre right mav... I hope youre right...
*fin*
(please note that there is a reason I abruptly ended this rp, its for storyline purposes.)
