Post by antichrist on Jun 19, 2011 22:47:36 GMT -5
Scene-5500 Rising Sun Avenue, Philadelphia, PA
Blair and Shadow are standing at the door of the Banana Lounge.
Blair-Ok Ryan Blake you have been warned twice and you keep makeing an ass out of yourself. We don't care how many fantasy wrestling or backyard wrestling championships you've won. See we live in reality and we now have declared you our first target. Your most likely asking yourself what kind of target am I, well I'm glad you've asked that question Ryan Blake.
Blair motions for Shadow to follow him into the lounge. He motions for Shadow to take out the jukebox and Shadow throws a thrust kick that kills the jukebox.
Blair-Now that we have your attention we are looking for the biggest baddest mother in this place.
A 6'6" 270lbs. monster of a man steps up.
Blair-Your the best this place has to offer huh. If you beat my man right here I'll pay you five thousand dollars.
The man shakes his head yes. Shadow takes off his shirt and proceeds to nail this man with everything but the kitchen sink. Shadow locks the guy in a Dragon sleeper. Blair walks over and taps Shadow on the shoulder to get him to release the man.
Blair-No wonder this is the arm pit of the United States of America. Your all nothing but a bunch of drunk loudmouths who have no testicular prowless at all. Your best didn't even make my Shadow breath hard. Now heres a new jukebox with some real music on it.
A brand new juke box is rolled in as Blair and Shadow walk outside.
Blair-Ryan Blake its put up or shut up. I'll bet your being helped away from ringside Monday night kid and I'd place my life on that.
Shadow-Fear and pain are your enemy.
Blair and Shadow are standing at the door of the Banana Lounge.
Blair-Ok Ryan Blake you have been warned twice and you keep makeing an ass out of yourself. We don't care how many fantasy wrestling or backyard wrestling championships you've won. See we live in reality and we now have declared you our first target. Your most likely asking yourself what kind of target am I, well I'm glad you've asked that question Ryan Blake.
Blair motions for Shadow to follow him into the lounge. He motions for Shadow to take out the jukebox and Shadow throws a thrust kick that kills the jukebox.
Blair-Now that we have your attention we are looking for the biggest baddest mother in this place.
A 6'6" 270lbs. monster of a man steps up.
Blair-Your the best this place has to offer huh. If you beat my man right here I'll pay you five thousand dollars.
The man shakes his head yes. Shadow takes off his shirt and proceeds to nail this man with everything but the kitchen sink. Shadow locks the guy in a Dragon sleeper. Blair walks over and taps Shadow on the shoulder to get him to release the man.
Blair-No wonder this is the arm pit of the United States of America. Your all nothing but a bunch of drunk loudmouths who have no testicular prowless at all. Your best didn't even make my Shadow breath hard. Now heres a new jukebox with some real music on it.
A brand new juke box is rolled in as Blair and Shadow walk outside.
Blair-Ryan Blake its put up or shut up. I'll bet your being helped away from ringside Monday night kid and I'd place my life on that.
Shadow-Fear and pain are your enemy.
