From Meaningless to Meaningful (Saga RP EOD)

[The Dunne Deal]

It's around mid-afternoon at the Sniper residence. Gwen sits on the couch reading a copy of Do What You Want: The Story of Bad Religion. As the couple's Golden Retriever Henry lays down underneath one of the side tables. A sudden knock at the door grabs her attention. She goes to answer it only to find Travis Monroe standing there.

Gwen: "Hey Trav."

Monroe: "Gwen, looking as lovely has ever."

Gwen: "Always the flatterer you. So what brings you here."

Monroe: "Johnny home?"

Gwen: "Yeah, he's in his...."

FUCK!!!!!

The sounds cuts throughout the house, causing both Gwen and Travis to run towards its. Coming to a door they open it and find Sniper standing behind his desk, and his laptop clear across the room.

Gwen: "Baby!? You OK?"

Sniper: "Does it look like I'm OK! Look at that shit."

Gwen: "Look at what?"

Sniper: "The fucking card for End of Days."

Monroe: "What's wrong with it?'

Sniper: "What wrong with it? What's wrong with it? Look at the the first match on the card."

Monroe picks up the laptop and begins to read.

Monroe: "Let's see. Masters of the Ma... Terry Clu... Marstons. Saga. We got a match on a Global Pay-Per-View, what's wrong with that?"

Sniper: "Oh, I'm not mad about that. I'm pissed about the circumstances that lead to the match. It's them literately parading all of us the lost in the opening round of the Tag Team Annihilator like some prize show-ponies. It's like they're saying 'Sorry you lost, here's a ribbon for partici-fuckin-pation."

Monroe: "Maybe winning this would be a could way to get our pride, back?"

Sniper: "Pride! Pride! Pride! I'm a fucking Marine, Travis! I've got more pride in my left testicle than the whole AWF roster combined, Don't talk to me about pride."

Gwen: "So that's why we haven't had a kid yet, you're shooting of Pride instead of little swimmers."

Sniper: "Gwen! Not now!"

Gwen: "I'm joking, just stop yelling."

Sniper: "Sorry, I just wish they're was a reason for this match other than a payday, like oh, I don't know. The winner of this match gets the next Tag Team Title match after End of Days, something other than 'Ladies and Gentlemen coming down the aisle The Loser's Brigade'.

Monroe: "Sure this match might not be for anything meaningful, but that doesn't mean we don't need to give it our best."

Sniper: "Our best to much for them, they couldn't beat us even if they tied our hands behind our backs."

Gwen: "Ooooohhh!! Kinky!"

Sniper side-eyes Gwen.

Sniper: "Masters of the Mat is Carnivore, and Mr. Flippy-Shit himself Kira Izumi.'

Gwen: "The same Kira you beat in the Flag Match all those months ago?"

Sniper: "The same, I can beat Kira, I've shown that before, but Carnivore might be more a challenge. Then we've got the Good Ol' Boys The Marstons. And I see the smirk on you face Travis, if I one word of the Dukes of Hazzard theme I'm kicking you in the dick."

Monroe shuts his mouth and begins to hum the song instead.

Sniper: "And lastly Terry Club, a.k.a. Terry Bradshaw and his personal whipping boy Copycat. Which everyone know will more than like be the first team out. Since CopyCat will take the beating of his life."

Gwen: "You never know, Terry Club might surprise people."

Sniper: "The only thing Terry Club is gonna finish is a club sandwich. 10 bucks says we all hit CopyCat with our finishers only to have Bradshaw tag-in, shake our hands and tag himself back out, and we scramble to pin Copycat before he pisses himself. If he hasn't already done so before entering the damn ring."

Monroe: "So what do we?"

Sniper: "Simple. We have our mission, six targets acquired. Six targets to be eliminated."

Monroe: "So shall it be written."