Post by slam2 on Sept 21, 2011 19:43:11 GMT -4
Slam and his old lady Miss Vixen sat in their locker-room watching the scene between his tag-team partner Rattlesnake and one of his opponent Red Randal, it should have made him mad to be called a fag but in all seriousness Slam 2 had been called worse by scarier people. He laughed instead.[/color]
-Miss Vixen- "This Red Randal, is he joking?"
Slam smirked and pulled pack of cigarettes from his pocket.[/color]
-Slam II- "I know right? The way the son of a bitch speaks makes he feel like it is third grade again and the bully Jerry Polenski is trying to bully me, but thats before I broke his nose and he came out of closest just eight years later"
Just then another man entered the locker-room, a bear of a man standing 6'5 a rough looking man, a biker vest on with his gang patch on the back, and he was smiling.[/color]
-Miss Vixen- "If you ask me Red could very well be Jerry"
Slam and Vixen shared a hysterical laugh together, and Slam lit a cigarette.[/color]
-Slam II- "Well hello little brother glad you could finally join us"
The big man was Slams younger brother Valentine Slam, he smiled and took a seat beside Vixen.[/color]
-Valentine Slam- "Could not for the world miss what you have to say to this Red Randal. A fag? He called you a fag man, like that Jerry kid from third grade"
-Slam II- "I know right!? But like Jerry Red Randal does not know me or what I've done and how I conduct business "
Slam now turns to the camera smiling and takes another draw from his cigarette, the burning tip makes his eyes blaze as if he were the devil himself.[/color]
-Slam II- "Red this is directed straight to you, you better bring the devil when you fuck with me. I have toppled factions bigger then you can ever dream of, champions have fell to their knees begging me to stop, and some little son of a punk bitch like you is hardly going to scare me"
Slam pushes his rough beat up cowboy hat back a little showing his steady eyes, it was his voice that was cold.[/color]
-Slam II- "Rattlesnake has brought more then a miracle with him Randal, he might have even brought the heavenly godd**n father himself but my words Randal are just like yours pointless and stupid because words don't hurt but...."
Slam held his hands up and bawled them into fists, fists so tight that they squeezed the burning tip of his cigarette off, and it fell into the cracks of his fingers. He didn't even flinch to brush it off, Vixen bit her lower lip.[/color]
-Slam II- "These fists will prove my every word right, friend"
Finally Slam smiled and unbounded his fists dropping the cigarette.[/color]
-Slam II- "But I will ask you this Red, who will be suck who?"
With that everyone in the room began to laugh and the scene cuts to black.[/color]
-Miss Vixen- "This Red Randal, is he joking?"
Slam smirked and pulled pack of cigarettes from his pocket.[/color]
-Slam II- "I know right? The way the son of a bitch speaks makes he feel like it is third grade again and the bully Jerry Polenski is trying to bully me, but thats before I broke his nose and he came out of closest just eight years later"
Just then another man entered the locker-room, a bear of a man standing 6'5 a rough looking man, a biker vest on with his gang patch on the back, and he was smiling.[/color]
-Miss Vixen- "If you ask me Red could very well be Jerry"
Slam and Vixen shared a hysterical laugh together, and Slam lit a cigarette.[/color]
-Slam II- "Well hello little brother glad you could finally join us"
The big man was Slams younger brother Valentine Slam, he smiled and took a seat beside Vixen.[/color]
-Valentine Slam- "Could not for the world miss what you have to say to this Red Randal. A fag? He called you a fag man, like that Jerry kid from third grade"
-Slam II- "I know right!? But like Jerry Red Randal does not know me or what I've done and how I conduct business "
Slam now turns to the camera smiling and takes another draw from his cigarette, the burning tip makes his eyes blaze as if he were the devil himself.[/color]
-Slam II- "Red this is directed straight to you, you better bring the devil when you fuck with me. I have toppled factions bigger then you can ever dream of, champions have fell to their knees begging me to stop, and some little son of a punk bitch like you is hardly going to scare me"
Slam pushes his rough beat up cowboy hat back a little showing his steady eyes, it was his voice that was cold.[/color]
-Slam II- "Rattlesnake has brought more then a miracle with him Randal, he might have even brought the heavenly godd**n father himself but my words Randal are just like yours pointless and stupid because words don't hurt but...."
Slam held his hands up and bawled them into fists, fists so tight that they squeezed the burning tip of his cigarette off, and it fell into the cracks of his fingers. He didn't even flinch to brush it off, Vixen bit her lower lip.[/color]
-Slam II- "These fists will prove my every word right, friend"
Finally Slam smiled and unbounded his fists dropping the cigarette.[/color]
-Slam II- "But I will ask you this Red, who will be suck who?"
With that everyone in the room began to laugh and the scene cuts to black.[/color]