Post by vastrix on Aug 19, 2019 5:08:30 GMT -5
The Cobra Kid. He sits around a corner at the local mall in his full wrestling get up which includes green face paint and his green snake mask. In fact, he's pretty much green from head to toe. The mall is still closed, but there are a few mall walkers inside to wander the hallways to be able to get their walking laps in before the stores open. A coffee shop is open to cater to these people once they get finished with their laps.
He has to face Mila Rader in a non title match up at the upcoming Anarchy 52. It doesn't bother him that he's facing a woman. He's just sad that she's not an old woman or someone with a severe snake phobia.
Yeah, snake phobia. Cause he could easily tear that shit up if she had a snake phobia. She might not even get into the ring and he could win by count out. Wouldn't that be easy? Win and not do anything?
The Cobra Kid braces himself as he peeks around the corner and sees a couple of old people coming. He waits until the last minute and jumps out from around the corner to scare the two. The old man clutches at his chest while the old woman screams and then checks on the old man.
OLD WOMAN: Harold? Harold are you all right?
Harold steadies himself, still holding his chest while panting slightly. He nods in the affirmative and glares at the Cobra Kid.
HAROLD: What the Sam Hill is wrong with you? You coulda given us heart attacks in that get up and jumping out to scare us!
The Cobra Kid just smiles and takes a bow.
COBRA KID: I'm the fucking Cobra Kid! That's what I do!
HAROLD: Leanne?
The old lady, so named Leanne, takes her light purse, and whips it at the Cobra Kid to smack him in the chest, shoulder, and side of the head with it. The Cobra Kid gets his hands up to deflect the blows from the purse, but they keep finding their marks.
COBRA KID: Okay! Okay! I get it. I'm sorry that I nearly killed you. Jesus! I was just getting my sneak attack striking skills ready for when I face Mila Rader in the ring!
Harold puts a pair of glasses on to look at the Cobra Kid closer.
HAROLD: Oh. You’re one of them wrestlers. You thought you could get ready for a match by frightening senior citizens? How old are you?
COBRA KID: I'm 18. Why?
Harold shakes his head in disbelief.
HAROLD: Not old enough to be dry behind the ears. Maybe you would like to take a shot at me instead of just trying to scare me.
The Cobra Kid just rubs the back of his head in embarrassment.
THE COBRA KID: I don't know if that's a good idea. I mean...you might break and shit.
HAROLD: I assure you, young man. I won't break. Try to hit me in the jaw with a punch.
The Cobra Kid hauls off and hits a roundhouse punch, sending Harold to the floor where he is out. Leanne looks down at her husband helplessly.
LEANNE: What? Harold? Harold?
COBRA KID: I gotta run. I think I'm good on my match.
LEANNE: What? Don't you go anywhere, young man! Young man!
The Cobra Kid runs for his life while Leanne attends to her husband, calling 911 on an old person cell phone.
He has to face Mila Rader in a non title match up at the upcoming Anarchy 52. It doesn't bother him that he's facing a woman. He's just sad that she's not an old woman or someone with a severe snake phobia.
Yeah, snake phobia. Cause he could easily tear that shit up if she had a snake phobia. She might not even get into the ring and he could win by count out. Wouldn't that be easy? Win and not do anything?
The Cobra Kid braces himself as he peeks around the corner and sees a couple of old people coming. He waits until the last minute and jumps out from around the corner to scare the two. The old man clutches at his chest while the old woman screams and then checks on the old man.
OLD WOMAN: Harold? Harold are you all right?
Harold steadies himself, still holding his chest while panting slightly. He nods in the affirmative and glares at the Cobra Kid.
HAROLD: What the Sam Hill is wrong with you? You coulda given us heart attacks in that get up and jumping out to scare us!
The Cobra Kid just smiles and takes a bow.
COBRA KID: I'm the fucking Cobra Kid! That's what I do!
HAROLD: Leanne?
The old lady, so named Leanne, takes her light purse, and whips it at the Cobra Kid to smack him in the chest, shoulder, and side of the head with it. The Cobra Kid gets his hands up to deflect the blows from the purse, but they keep finding their marks.
COBRA KID: Okay! Okay! I get it. I'm sorry that I nearly killed you. Jesus! I was just getting my sneak attack striking skills ready for when I face Mila Rader in the ring!
Harold puts a pair of glasses on to look at the Cobra Kid closer.
HAROLD: Oh. You’re one of them wrestlers. You thought you could get ready for a match by frightening senior citizens? How old are you?
COBRA KID: I'm 18. Why?
Harold shakes his head in disbelief.
HAROLD: Not old enough to be dry behind the ears. Maybe you would like to take a shot at me instead of just trying to scare me.
The Cobra Kid just rubs the back of his head in embarrassment.
THE COBRA KID: I don't know if that's a good idea. I mean...you might break and shit.
HAROLD: I assure you, young man. I won't break. Try to hit me in the jaw with a punch.
The Cobra Kid hauls off and hits a roundhouse punch, sending Harold to the floor where he is out. Leanne looks down at her husband helplessly.
LEANNE: What? Harold? Harold?
COBRA KID: I gotta run. I think I'm good on my match.
LEANNE: What? Don't you go anywhere, young man! Young man!
The Cobra Kid runs for his life while Leanne attends to her husband, calling 911 on an old person cell phone.
