Post by AWA Staff on Jul 9, 2009 12:26:34 GMT -4
**Conner O'Shea is seen in the halls of the current arena the AWA are in. He bangs on a door and it flies open as Nicholas Jacob Draven stands there looking at O'Shea. He is wearing an 'AWA Anarchy: The Game' baseball cap.**
Conner O'Shea
I know you can't be beaten, well in the game...and I accept that. You pay a lot of money for that crap but, we gotta find these drug slugs and make sure they show up on Monday so we can have some fun beatin some ass!
NJD
Hold on. I just want to make well on the match I beat you at. Even though it's not my fault you aren't good enough to have a great character in the game.... I'd like to give you something to smooth it over.
**Draven snaps his fingers and you see a hand with a beer in it. It's the Enforcer's hand and Draven takes the beer from it and hands it to Conner. Conner stares blankly at Draven as he takes the beer and stashes it in his back pocket.**
Conner O' Shea
I guess that'll do...for now. But, we gotta go find these drug slugs.
NJD
Drug Slugs?
Conner O'Shea
Yeah, it's a phrase I coined about Karson and Hydro. Drug slugs.
**NJD shrugs and pulls the brim of his cap down lower and shuts the door behind him. The two head off."
**We come back as Conner O'Shea and Nicholas Jacob Draven are staring at a monitor.**
Conner O'Shea
What the fuck was that?! Who the fuck did that?! Did your father approve that advert?! Why the fuck would he do that?!
NJD
Uhmm, guilt I guess....
**Draven pulls the hat brim lower down to almost cover his eyes as he walks off. Conner follows. Not to far down the hall they find the boiler room. Conner crack the door open and peers in.**
Conner O'Shea
It's their stompin ground and I see some smoke in there. They gotta be in there....God Damned drug slugs...
**Conner O'Shea kicks open the door and storms in. Draven slowly follows. You can see a faint outline of Conner through the smoke.**
NJD
It's not smoke. It's steam from this boiler. It must be broken.
Conner O'Shea
Who the fuck booked us in a ghetto arena? Why the fuck can't this guy get it fixed? Was it your father? Why did he book us here?!
NJD
Mr. Kotch is a good friend of the family.
Conner
Kotch?!
NJD
Yeah, Harry Kotch. He's been a friend of the family for MANY years....even before he bought the Nuggets and their arena.
Conner O'Shea
Wait wait wait.... the guys name is Harry Kotch?
**NJD shakes his head as he lifts his hat up and wears it like todays teens like to. Conner begins to chuckle at the name.**
Conner O'Shea
Leave it to your dad to be friends with a guy named Harry Kotch...
NJD
Alright, enough with raggin on my dad. He signs your damned paychecks so, SHUT IT!
**Conner stops the chuckling suddenly as he stares at NJD. NJD walks off to find the stoners as Conner stares at him in disbelief that NJD told him to "shut it"**
(Feel free to take it away Draven....or Karson can reply)
Conner O'Shea
I know you can't be beaten, well in the game...and I accept that. You pay a lot of money for that crap but, we gotta find these drug slugs and make sure they show up on Monday so we can have some fun beatin some ass!
NJD
Hold on. I just want to make well on the match I beat you at. Even though it's not my fault you aren't good enough to have a great character in the game.... I'd like to give you something to smooth it over.
**Draven snaps his fingers and you see a hand with a beer in it. It's the Enforcer's hand and Draven takes the beer from it and hands it to Conner. Conner stares blankly at Draven as he takes the beer and stashes it in his back pocket.**
Conner O' Shea
I guess that'll do...for now. But, we gotta go find these drug slugs.
NJD
Drug Slugs?
Conner O'Shea
Yeah, it's a phrase I coined about Karson and Hydro. Drug slugs.
**NJD shrugs and pulls the brim of his cap down lower and shuts the door behind him. The two head off."
**We come back as Conner O'Shea and Nicholas Jacob Draven are staring at a monitor.**
Conner O'Shea
What the fuck was that?! Who the fuck did that?! Did your father approve that advert?! Why the fuck would he do that?!
NJD
Uhmm, guilt I guess....
**Draven pulls the hat brim lower down to almost cover his eyes as he walks off. Conner follows. Not to far down the hall they find the boiler room. Conner crack the door open and peers in.**
Conner O'Shea
It's their stompin ground and I see some smoke in there. They gotta be in there....God Damned drug slugs...
**Conner O'Shea kicks open the door and storms in. Draven slowly follows. You can see a faint outline of Conner through the smoke.**
NJD
It's not smoke. It's steam from this boiler. It must be broken.
Conner O'Shea
Who the fuck booked us in a ghetto arena? Why the fuck can't this guy get it fixed? Was it your father? Why did he book us here?!
NJD
Mr. Kotch is a good friend of the family.
Conner
Kotch?!
NJD
Yeah, Harry Kotch. He's been a friend of the family for MANY years....even before he bought the Nuggets and their arena.
Conner O'Shea
Wait wait wait.... the guys name is Harry Kotch?
**NJD shakes his head as he lifts his hat up and wears it like todays teens like to. Conner begins to chuckle at the name.**
Conner O'Shea
Leave it to your dad to be friends with a guy named Harry Kotch...
NJD
Alright, enough with raggin on my dad. He signs your damned paychecks so, SHUT IT!
**Conner stops the chuckling suddenly as he stares at NJD. NJD walks off to find the stoners as Conner stares at him in disbelief that NJD told him to "shut it"**
(Feel free to take it away Draven....or Karson can reply)
