Post by SLAM II on Jun 2, 2011 17:35:26 GMT -4
A AWA house show is going on as the scene opens, Johnny London is facing off against Othello Craven, and both men are shaking hands (Johnny London a little afraid) ready for the match to start but "Rebel Within" by Hank 3 hits the pa-system and the crowd goes wild cheering for their AWA stoner outlaw Slam 2. The outlaw comes bursting from the back both arms above his head, a beer in one hand, and a cooler in the other.[/color]
-Jesse Ventura- "Hello! We have a match going on Mister TRASH!"
-MTMT- "I don't think Slam is sober Jesse"
-Jesse Ventura- "And when is he not sober?! That man is a disgrace to this buisness, but some how everybody loves him"
-MTMT- "All outlaws are loved Jesse, and Slam can pump up a crowd just by a single apperance!"
Othello the Slam Clan long time friend and bodyguard claps for David as he stumbles down to the ring, Johnny London shrugs, and slinks over to the corner to sit on the turnbuckle.[/color]
-Jesse Ventura- "If this little creep ever did that to me interupting my match, well lets just say he would have to dragged out of here!"
-MTMT- "I don't think either man cares Jesse, London for sure seeing as the tides were NOT on his side tonight"
Slam chugs his open beer tossing it into the crowd where some fight to collect the item. Slam is half lit smiling to everyone as he waves. Slam slides his small cooler into the ring and goes to grab a chair which he also slides into the ring, after a second to collect his dulled drunken balance Slam finally rolls into the wrestling ring. Othello helps his friend up and Slam pats the big man on the shoulder mouthing "Thanks big man, I'm shit faced!". Slam unfolds the chair and takes a seat, opens his cooler takes out a beer cracking the top, and finally Othello hands him a microphone.[/color]
-Slam II- "Thanks buddy....I got a few words to say![/color]"
Slam emptys his beer with two chugs and drops it in the ring, looks out with tear filled eyes, and belches! The crowd loves it and cheers.[/color]
-Slam II- "I cam down here fer two things! One was to ask WHERE THE HELL ARE MY OPPONENTS MJ WINDSOR AND ANTHONY 'THE ROLE-MODLE' JORDAN?!?! Two fucking weeks and I haven't heard from not a damn one of you two, makes a man uneasy, and it PISSES ME OFF![/color]"
Slam stands up swaying a bit but waves off the help from Othello.[/color]
-Slam II- "Two big legends such as you two should know the code of showing the hell up! BUUUUUTTT NOOOOOO, you two are pussy footing around where....Uh....Gods knows where?!?! Now I would expect this from MJ because I know he is afraid of me and he knows what I do what I want when I damn well please, if I want to find him and break his fingers....I DO IT! If I want to hire a bunch of street punks to follow to his place of living and shoot it with paintballs and destroy EVERY little fancy car....I DO IT!! MJ you fuckass, I'm tired of your games once and for all at Anarchy's return I'm going to kick this busted boot..."
With no sense of direction Slam points down at his four boots trying to just pin point on.[/color]
-Slam II- "IN YOUR MOUTH!![/color]"
The crowd cheers at the promise of hurt to MJ Windsor, Slam does a little dancing flat foot dance, almost falling he saves himself with the ropes. This time Othello helps him to his feet and hands him another beer.[/color]
-Slam II- "Now...Now....Who was the other guy....Anthony Jordan! Well I can't say as I blame you much for not showing up, because after all the shit MJ put you through well I'd fucking hid too! BUT I WANT CONFRONTATION DAMMIT!!! So I'm going to sit right here until I get what I want[/color]"
Slam 2 cracks open his beer and sits back down, will either man show?![/b]
-Jesse Ventura- "Hello! We have a match going on Mister TRASH!"
-MTMT- "I don't think Slam is sober Jesse"
-Jesse Ventura- "And when is he not sober?! That man is a disgrace to this buisness, but some how everybody loves him"
-MTMT- "All outlaws are loved Jesse, and Slam can pump up a crowd just by a single apperance!"
Othello the Slam Clan long time friend and bodyguard claps for David as he stumbles down to the ring, Johnny London shrugs, and slinks over to the corner to sit on the turnbuckle.[/color]
-Jesse Ventura- "If this little creep ever did that to me interupting my match, well lets just say he would have to dragged out of here!"
-MTMT- "I don't think either man cares Jesse, London for sure seeing as the tides were NOT on his side tonight"
Slam chugs his open beer tossing it into the crowd where some fight to collect the item. Slam is half lit smiling to everyone as he waves. Slam slides his small cooler into the ring and goes to grab a chair which he also slides into the ring, after a second to collect his dulled drunken balance Slam finally rolls into the wrestling ring. Othello helps his friend up and Slam pats the big man on the shoulder mouthing "Thanks big man, I'm shit faced!". Slam unfolds the chair and takes a seat, opens his cooler takes out a beer cracking the top, and finally Othello hands him a microphone.[/color]
-Slam II- "Thanks buddy....I got a few words to say![/color]"
Slam emptys his beer with two chugs and drops it in the ring, looks out with tear filled eyes, and belches! The crowd loves it and cheers.[/color]
-Slam II- "I cam down here fer two things! One was to ask WHERE THE HELL ARE MY OPPONENTS MJ WINDSOR AND ANTHONY 'THE ROLE-MODLE' JORDAN?!?! Two fucking weeks and I haven't heard from not a damn one of you two, makes a man uneasy, and it PISSES ME OFF![/color]"
Slam stands up swaying a bit but waves off the help from Othello.[/color]
-Slam II- "Two big legends such as you two should know the code of showing the hell up! BUUUUUTTT NOOOOOO, you two are pussy footing around where....Uh....Gods knows where?!?! Now I would expect this from MJ because I know he is afraid of me and he knows what I do what I want when I damn well please, if I want to find him and break his fingers....I DO IT! If I want to hire a bunch of street punks to follow to his place of living and shoot it with paintballs and destroy EVERY little fancy car....I DO IT!! MJ you fuckass, I'm tired of your games once and for all at Anarchy's return I'm going to kick this busted boot..."
With no sense of direction Slam points down at his four boots trying to just pin point on.[/color]
-Slam II- "IN YOUR MOUTH!![/color]"
The crowd cheers at the promise of hurt to MJ Windsor, Slam does a little dancing flat foot dance, almost falling he saves himself with the ropes. This time Othello helps him to his feet and hands him another beer.[/color]
-Slam II- "Now...Now....Who was the other guy....Anthony Jordan! Well I can't say as I blame you much for not showing up, because after all the shit MJ put you through well I'd fucking hid too! BUT I WANT CONFRONTATION DAMMIT!!! So I'm going to sit right here until I get what I want[/color]"
Slam 2 cracks open his beer and sits back down, will either man show?![/b]
