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Post by AJ Supreme on Feb 4, 2008 9:02:34 GMT -6
Post all rps for this match here.
Two point early rp bonus for first rp to score above 10 and posted by Tuesday, February 5th @ 4:00 PM, CST.
Rp deadline is Tuesday, February 12th @ 11:59 PM CST.
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Post by Alexander Rose on Feb 8, 2008 22:14:14 GMT -6
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Post by BDC on Feb 9, 2008 4:56:39 GMT -6
[glow=red,2,300]The Following Has Been Brought To You By The World's Sickest S.O.B.....En Fuego!!![/glow] 
The Parting Glass in Saratoga, NY. BDC, Mikey and En Fuego are sitting at the bar watching the Carolina Hurricanes play the Washington Capitals. Fuego notices the camera crew behind him.EF: Guys can you excuse me for a moment. I have something to take care of right quick. Without a word of protest from BDC, he grabs his beer and heads to the backroom. Mikey, with a look of concern, stands up, fist bumps his brother, grabs his coat and heads out the door.EF: Good, I'm glad you guys made through all that snow and ice to get here. 5....4....3....2....1....EF: Now before this wonderful hockey game on behind me came on the TV today, I saw a nice little montage by my opponent for this coming Southern Dynamite, Ase. First, I was kinda disappointed in him. Ya know, if it's one thing I can't stand in this business, it's a woman talking for a man. Now, don't get all up in arms, I didn't mean that in a sexist way or anything, I just think a man should be able to talk for himself. So, I'm listening to this broad yammer on about my style and "American Extremists" and blah blah blah. Good grief, sweetie, I'm getting too old to listen about weapons and whips and chains and leches and spiked collars and all that other goth crap that I already did 10 years ago. Your man's a tough guy, yeah I got it. I'm cool with that. You think that he's the first guy who's walked up to me and caved my nose into my skull? He's not going to be last either. I'll do you a favor though, I'll tell you what your man is. He's a dime a dozen. You seen one you seen them all. All the tough guys walk up to the fattest, ugly slob in the room and you punch him in the mouth, only to find out that the fat, ugly slob can fight, and you get punched back twice as hard. But by the looks of you two, you like that. You guys enjoy pain. It's a sexual, Freudian thing, isn't it. I'm not one to judge a lifestyle, but all the kinky crap in the world won't save your man from getting the beating of his wrestling career. Fuego takes a swig of his beer and sets it back on the bar.EF: Then I heard it. He can talk. Ase speaks. I haven't heard it since he was his old gimmick thing. But let's forget then and go with now. Ase. Ass? Ace? Whatever, I was never good with a foreign language. Sue me. Then Ase comes on, and again, big tough guy going to re-arrange my face, bloody pulp blah blah blah. OK Junior, listen here. You just said the same crap she just said. I know I'm old. You really don't have to repeat stuff though, I caught it all the first time. Would you like it if I just sat here and bellowed on to you to bring your whips and chains and leather and all the funky stuff like I told your old lady there? No, i really doubt you would. This Southern Dynamite, Ase, I'm going to let my fists do my talking for me. Bring the dairy cow, I don't care. If she sticks her nose where it doesn't belong, then I'll give her something to be excited about. Oh, and before I forget, Ase, if your tiny, pea brain thinks my mind will be on David Capital during our match, you are sadly mistaken. Capital will have his time, but that's coming soon. First, Ase, I'll deal with you. See you in Fayetteville. En Fuego lights a cigarette and turns back to the hockey game. fin' |
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Post by Alexander Rose on Feb 12, 2008 0:52:25 GMT -6
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