Post by Johnny Reb on Aug 22, 2011 8:57:23 GMT -5
(Disclaimer: I apologize in advance for the poor quality of this RP. I’m still recovering from dental surgery, and the painkillers they have me on are completely disrupting my thought processes. This is, sadly, the best I can do this week.)
The Wells Fargo Arena locker room: Johnny Reb sits on a bench, lacing up his boots.
Johnny: A nuisance, huh? Well, Mr. Morris, it appears someone ain’t been doin’ their homework. Although the “Invertebrate” Confederate crack was mildly entertainin’. Creative, even. But it all just shows your ignorance, son. See, you assume you’re steppin’ into the ring with some rookie. You think this is my first rodeo. That’s cute.
Son, the only reason you an’ your partner can spout off some nonsense about bein’ the best tag team around… is ‘cause the New Confederacy ain’t in business anymore. But me an’ Jay Williams is the next best thing. Me an’ him have both held the World Title. An’ on top of that, Yours Truly is a three-time Tag Team Champion. Like I said, y’all didn’t do your homework.
Then again, neither did I. I couldn’t give less of a damn about either of you. I seen boys like y’all come an’ go, never leavin’ a lastin’ legacy. Hell, not even the slightest impression. Folks like y’all, once you’ve had enough – an’ you will – tend to just vanish, an’ leave behind only the vaguest sense that somethin’ mighta happened. But no one’s gonna remember. Whether it’s a month from now, or a year… it won’t matter. Y’all won’t even amount to a footnote in WCF history.
Me… I’m here for the long haul. I personally don’t care if me an’ Mr. Williams walk out of Revenge tonight with them shiny tag titles around our waists. Sure, it’d be nice. And chances are, considerin’ what’s supposed to pass for “competition” tonight… we probably will. In the long run, though, that ain’t what’s important. Morris an’ Chevalier ain’t important. Hell, Roy Speede’s got a better chance of winnin’ this thing than either of y’all, an’ I ain’t got no respect for him, either. An’ that’s really all I got to say on the subject.
Reb finishes lacing his boots and stands up.
Johnny: An’ if y’all don’t like that… I got two words for ya…
He gives the camera a wink.
Johnny: Deo vindice!
The Inveterate Confederate walks away as the scene fades out.
The Wells Fargo Arena locker room: Johnny Reb sits on a bench, lacing up his boots.
Johnny: A nuisance, huh? Well, Mr. Morris, it appears someone ain’t been doin’ their homework. Although the “Invertebrate” Confederate crack was mildly entertainin’. Creative, even. But it all just shows your ignorance, son. See, you assume you’re steppin’ into the ring with some rookie. You think this is my first rodeo. That’s cute.
Son, the only reason you an’ your partner can spout off some nonsense about bein’ the best tag team around… is ‘cause the New Confederacy ain’t in business anymore. But me an’ Jay Williams is the next best thing. Me an’ him have both held the World Title. An’ on top of that, Yours Truly is a three-time Tag Team Champion. Like I said, y’all didn’t do your homework.
Then again, neither did I. I couldn’t give less of a damn about either of you. I seen boys like y’all come an’ go, never leavin’ a lastin’ legacy. Hell, not even the slightest impression. Folks like y’all, once you’ve had enough – an’ you will – tend to just vanish, an’ leave behind only the vaguest sense that somethin’ mighta happened. But no one’s gonna remember. Whether it’s a month from now, or a year… it won’t matter. Y’all won’t even amount to a footnote in WCF history.
Me… I’m here for the long haul. I personally don’t care if me an’ Mr. Williams walk out of Revenge tonight with them shiny tag titles around our waists. Sure, it’d be nice. And chances are, considerin’ what’s supposed to pass for “competition” tonight… we probably will. In the long run, though, that ain’t what’s important. Morris an’ Chevalier ain’t important. Hell, Roy Speede’s got a better chance of winnin’ this thing than either of y’all, an’ I ain’t got no respect for him, either. An’ that’s really all I got to say on the subject.
Reb finishes lacing his boots and stands up.
Johnny: An’ if y’all don’t like that… I got two words for ya…
He gives the camera a wink.
Johnny: Deo vindice!
The Inveterate Confederate walks away as the scene fades out.
