Discipline and Dragons
Jul 12, 2021 22:51:30 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, SWAT Team, and 1 more like this
Post by Dave D-Flipz on Jul 12, 2021 22:51:30 GMT -5
*We open up in the NPW locker room. We find Timeless stretching himself out and doing general cardio. Roxy is sitting on the bench scrolling on her phone. Suddenly we hear a scratching at the door and a barking. The door swings open and Primal marches in wearing his new black shirt with his face on it. It looks ... oddly like it's made of hair ...*
Primal: "Ah partner, I am on my way to Philadelphia soon!"
*Timeless and Roxy just blink at him*
Timeless: "... Why? There's nothing there but literal shit and figurative shit."
Roxy: "No wait, they have pretzels."
Timeless: "Primal, buddy, we can make pretzels any time. We're grown ass adults making enough money to afford a stand mixer and an oven."
*Primal claps Timeless on the back with a laugh.*
Primal: "Ah yes, I forget sometimes that you two do the professional comedy stuff."
Roxy: "... wasn't that Syberus?"
Primal: "Yessir a real pair of cut ups. That's why this keeps working. Mutual respect. You show me the real you. And I like that. But no, I have been challenged. And I cannot turn down a good challenge that gets my blood pumping."
*Timeless raises an eyebrow.*
Timeless: "You got challenged by someone in Philly? Oh shit man, is it that ... other ... company with that ... other ... guy who runs it?"
Roxy: "Oh he's the worst."
Primal: "The VERY SAME! But this is far more personal to my opponent. They took umbridge with my performance at Call to Arms and wish to extract an ounce of blood and flesh from me. Hence the shirt, rules of the game over there. Woke ass hair haters. They'd put sasquatch in a top hat."
Timeless: "We have a tag team title defense and you're worrying about that? Screw them! Blow them off! They don't matter."
Primal: " But ... I want to go! I had so much fun playing with my target at CTA, I need more. A lesson needs to be taught to everyone in that armpit of a city. Primal reigns supreme over everything in Philadelphia. Especially Mistress Discipline!"
Timeless: "But seriously, can we focus on ... did you say Mistress Discipline?"
Primal: "THE VERY SAME!"
Timeless: "... Fuck her up ..."
Primal: "WITH GUSTO! Besides it's not like I'm gonna leave BEFORE the match, I fully intend to rip Marcus and his buddy to shreds in front of God and country. I mean, were you seriously worried about them? I think making a statement to the Fireside Flunkies is a worthy side-quest. And when I beat her, I get a chance to win their world title and bring it up here with me! BAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Roxy: "I mean, seems like a sweet deal, Hairball."
Primal: "For now though, let us maim some luchadors."
Primal: "Ah partner, I am on my way to Philadelphia soon!"
*Timeless and Roxy just blink at him*
Timeless: "... Why? There's nothing there but literal shit and figurative shit."
Roxy: "No wait, they have pretzels."
Timeless: "Primal, buddy, we can make pretzels any time. We're grown ass adults making enough money to afford a stand mixer and an oven."
*Primal claps Timeless on the back with a laugh.*
Primal: "Ah yes, I forget sometimes that you two do the professional comedy stuff."
Roxy: "... wasn't that Syberus?"
Primal: "Yessir a real pair of cut ups. That's why this keeps working. Mutual respect. You show me the real you. And I like that. But no, I have been challenged. And I cannot turn down a good challenge that gets my blood pumping."
*Timeless raises an eyebrow.*
Timeless: "You got challenged by someone in Philly? Oh shit man, is it that ... other ... company with that ... other ... guy who runs it?"
Roxy: "Oh he's the worst."
Primal: "The VERY SAME! But this is far more personal to my opponent. They took umbridge with my performance at Call to Arms and wish to extract an ounce of blood and flesh from me. Hence the shirt, rules of the game over there. Woke ass hair haters. They'd put sasquatch in a top hat."
Timeless: "We have a tag team title defense and you're worrying about that? Screw them! Blow them off! They don't matter."
Primal: " But ... I want to go! I had so much fun playing with my target at CTA, I need more. A lesson needs to be taught to everyone in that armpit of a city. Primal reigns supreme over everything in Philadelphia. Especially Mistress Discipline!"
Timeless: "But seriously, can we focus on ... did you say Mistress Discipline?"
Primal: "THE VERY SAME!"
Timeless: "... Fuck her up ..."
Primal: "WITH GUSTO! Besides it's not like I'm gonna leave BEFORE the match, I fully intend to rip Marcus and his buddy to shreds in front of God and country. I mean, were you seriously worried about them? I think making a statement to the Fireside Flunkies is a worthy side-quest. And when I beat her, I get a chance to win their world title and bring it up here with me! BAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Roxy: "I mean, seems like a sweet deal, Hairball."
Primal: "For now though, let us maim some luchadors."
