Post by Murder Inc. on Aug 7, 2007 23:31:42 GMT -5
The screen opens up.
When it opens up you see Xavier Hudson, Anthony Clark, and Reckless Jack. They are sitting in the locker room together having a conversation together. They are all sitting back, and relaxing some.
Anthony Clark: So it feels pretty good being part of Uncultured Youth.
Xavier Hudson: I would have to agree man. I mean come one we are BA.
Reckless Jack: BA?
Xavier Hudson: Oh you know, Bad Ass man.
Reckless Jack: Ahhhh now I got you buddy.
Anthony Clark: But there is only one BAMF.
Xavier Hudson: Yeah.... Me.
Anthony Clark: No me.
Reckless Jack: Whoa whoa whoa, fellas.....your both wrong.... It’s me!
Xavier Hudson: Oh get the hell out of here. You know what I will prove you to both of you that I am in my first ever singles match this Wednesday.
Anthony Clark: Don’t you fight one half of the Gold Foundation? Umm what’s his name. Of umm Lexington "The Poet” Royale.
Xavier Hudson: Yeah the British dude. We fight him, and Jack’s opponent for Wednesday at the Pay Per View for the Tag Titles. Which we will defiantly win. Of corse after tonight I don’t know if the “Poet” will even make it to the Pay Per View you know haha. I mean what the hell man “The Poet” What kind of nickname is “The Poet”? Like that’s real intimidating. I mean there is people with the names of The Legend Killer, The One Man Army, and The Punisher. But The Poet? What the hell. What does on plan on doing? Read me his sonnets till I get bored, and fall asleep. And when I’m asleep he will try to pin me? Hahaha.
Reckless Jack: Oh I know, and you know what makes it worse? The fact he is British! ugh.
Xavier Hudson: Oh I know man. Them with all their bollocks or something. I mean come on who says bollocks. I mean is it even a real word!? Then you get the typical Brit with their teeth, and all that ewwww! Haha I mean come on. Also you have others Brits with the sport Soccer..Oh I’m sorry I mean Football. Football? Come on. That version of Football is made for pansies. But then you get the worst, and I mean worst of them all. The old Soccer Hooligans.
Anthony Clark: Dear lord do I hate them.
Reckless Jack: Oh boy do I have to agree. They make me wanna puke dude. I mean do they have any lives what so ever.
Xavier Hudson: They are all filthy British folk. I mean all they do is drink, yell, and watch Soccer. First off Soccer is a sport made for idiots. I mean come on it’s so damn stupid to watch guys kick a ball for like hours. It’s not fun what so ever. Then they do the worst they could decide to do... Drink. I mean what low life scum are they. They resort to getting drunk, and fighting for no reason. Yet men like me, Mr. Clark, and Reckless Jack over here fight for respect, honor, and pride. Those idiotic British people fight cause they get drunk, and lost judgement. It makes me sick to my stomach.
Anthony Clark: Well apparently Lexington isn’t like those kind of British people. He is like the rich ones, and all that.
Xavier Hudson: Oh so he is one of those tea, and crumpet people. What the hell is a crumpet man? Is it like a cookie, or is it like a cracker? I mean I just don’t get it one bit man. And they play their Rugby, and all that jazz. I mean they are almost as bad as the French you know. It is just mind boggling that this man is a tag team champion. But no worries... He will get a slight taste of what I am capable of in that ring when he steps into that very ring with me tomorrow night. Lexington.. You see I am out to prove I have what it takes to be a singles wrestler. And to show I can hold my own against any competitor put in front of me to wrestle. Lexington... First this match... Next the tag titles my friend hahah.
Anthony Clark: Oh yeah boy those titles are so our titles. I mean we are bred for gold dude.
Reckless Jack: You boys better win those titles.
Anthony Clark: Oh we will.
They smile as the screen fades to black.
THE END
OOC: Short little somethin.
When it opens up you see Xavier Hudson, Anthony Clark, and Reckless Jack. They are sitting in the locker room together having a conversation together. They are all sitting back, and relaxing some.
Anthony Clark: So it feels pretty good being part of Uncultured Youth.
Xavier Hudson: I would have to agree man. I mean come one we are BA.
Reckless Jack: BA?
Xavier Hudson: Oh you know, Bad Ass man.
Reckless Jack: Ahhhh now I got you buddy.
Anthony Clark: But there is only one BAMF.
Xavier Hudson: Yeah.... Me.
Anthony Clark: No me.
Reckless Jack: Whoa whoa whoa, fellas.....your both wrong.... It’s me!
Xavier Hudson: Oh get the hell out of here. You know what I will prove you to both of you that I am in my first ever singles match this Wednesday.
Anthony Clark: Don’t you fight one half of the Gold Foundation? Umm what’s his name. Of umm Lexington "The Poet” Royale.
Xavier Hudson: Yeah the British dude. We fight him, and Jack’s opponent for Wednesday at the Pay Per View for the Tag Titles. Which we will defiantly win. Of corse after tonight I don’t know if the “Poet” will even make it to the Pay Per View you know haha. I mean what the hell man “The Poet” What kind of nickname is “The Poet”? Like that’s real intimidating. I mean there is people with the names of The Legend Killer, The One Man Army, and The Punisher. But The Poet? What the hell. What does on plan on doing? Read me his sonnets till I get bored, and fall asleep. And when I’m asleep he will try to pin me? Hahaha.
Reckless Jack: Oh I know, and you know what makes it worse? The fact he is British! ugh.
Xavier Hudson: Oh I know man. Them with all their bollocks or something. I mean come on who says bollocks. I mean is it even a real word!? Then you get the typical Brit with their teeth, and all that ewwww! Haha I mean come on. Also you have others Brits with the sport Soccer..Oh I’m sorry I mean Football. Football? Come on. That version of Football is made for pansies. But then you get the worst, and I mean worst of them all. The old Soccer Hooligans.
Anthony Clark: Dear lord do I hate them.
Reckless Jack: Oh boy do I have to agree. They make me wanna puke dude. I mean do they have any lives what so ever.
Xavier Hudson: They are all filthy British folk. I mean all they do is drink, yell, and watch Soccer. First off Soccer is a sport made for idiots. I mean come on it’s so damn stupid to watch guys kick a ball for like hours. It’s not fun what so ever. Then they do the worst they could decide to do... Drink. I mean what low life scum are they. They resort to getting drunk, and fighting for no reason. Yet men like me, Mr. Clark, and Reckless Jack over here fight for respect, honor, and pride. Those idiotic British people fight cause they get drunk, and lost judgement. It makes me sick to my stomach.
Anthony Clark: Well apparently Lexington isn’t like those kind of British people. He is like the rich ones, and all that.
Xavier Hudson: Oh so he is one of those tea, and crumpet people. What the hell is a crumpet man? Is it like a cookie, or is it like a cracker? I mean I just don’t get it one bit man. And they play their Rugby, and all that jazz. I mean they are almost as bad as the French you know. It is just mind boggling that this man is a tag team champion. But no worries... He will get a slight taste of what I am capable of in that ring when he steps into that very ring with me tomorrow night. Lexington.. You see I am out to prove I have what it takes to be a singles wrestler. And to show I can hold my own against any competitor put in front of me to wrestle. Lexington... First this match... Next the tag titles my friend hahah.
Anthony Clark: Oh yeah boy those titles are so our titles. I mean we are bred for gold dude.
Reckless Jack: You boys better win those titles.
Anthony Clark: Oh we will.
They smile as the screen fades to black.
THE END
OOC: Short little somethin.
