Post by Venom 🕷 on Mar 28, 2018 12:26:46 GMT -5
”Welcome everyone to the Absolute Wrestling Alliance. I am “Honest” Al and tonight we talk with Poison about his match at our first our weekly Extravaganza.”
Poison walks on screen and grabs the mic out of Al’s hands.
”WOOOOOOOOOO!”
“Welcome to the GUNNS where we live fast and wild and rock until we drop!”
“I’m not sure what I’m actually doing here, though. Or even where here is. I heard it was a party and I showed up with my band ready to ROOOOOOOOOOOCK and ROOOOOOOOOOLL, yeeeeah.”
Al leans over and speaks into the mic in Poison’s hand.
”You have a match, this is a wrestling company.”
“A what? What’s a match? I’m here to rooooooooooock this place. I’m a lover not a fighter, but I can be a fighter if I need to, especially after a few stiff drinks and one of mothers little helpers if you know what I mean. A little of this, a little if that and WOOOOOOO, I’m back and ready to go. What was I saying? What were we talking about? Whose Ricky Jackson? Where’d I even get that name from? You know what? It doesn’t matter because WOOOOO I’m ready to paaaaaaartay. I’m going party so hard that I might break my stick, kick in the drums and destroy anything in my way, WOOOO.”
“Are you going to talk about your match?”
“I did brother.”
“I don’t think you did.”
“Didn’t I?”
“No.”
“Do I have to?”
“There is a championship on the line.”
“Battle of the bands championship?!??”
“No.”
“Oh, well, that sucks.”
“Yes, it is for the battle of the bands.”
“WOOOOO OH YEAH BROTHER! I will punch, kick, bite and whatever else is legal in one of these matches for the opportunity to win the battle of the bands. Then we’ll party like it’s 1989 brother. Woooo.”
Poisons walks off camera tossing the mic over his shoulder.
Poison walks on screen and grabs the mic out of Al’s hands.
”WOOOOOOOOOO!”
“Welcome to the GUNNS where we live fast and wild and rock until we drop!”
“I’m not sure what I’m actually doing here, though. Or even where here is. I heard it was a party and I showed up with my band ready to ROOOOOOOOOOOCK and ROOOOOOOOOOLL, yeeeeah.”
Al leans over and speaks into the mic in Poison’s hand.
”You have a match, this is a wrestling company.”
“A what? What’s a match? I’m here to rooooooooooock this place. I’m a lover not a fighter, but I can be a fighter if I need to, especially after a few stiff drinks and one of mothers little helpers if you know what I mean. A little of this, a little if that and WOOOOOOO, I’m back and ready to go. What was I saying? What were we talking about? Whose Ricky Jackson? Where’d I even get that name from? You know what? It doesn’t matter because WOOOOO I’m ready to paaaaaaartay. I’m going party so hard that I might break my stick, kick in the drums and destroy anything in my way, WOOOO.”
“Are you going to talk about your match?”
“I did brother.”
“I don’t think you did.”
“Didn’t I?”
“No.”
“Do I have to?”
“There is a championship on the line.”
“Battle of the bands championship?!??”
“No.”
“Oh, well, that sucks.”
“Yes, it is for the battle of the bands.”
“WOOOOO OH YEAH BROTHER! I will punch, kick, bite and whatever else is legal in one of these matches for the opportunity to win the battle of the bands. Then we’ll party like it’s 1989 brother. Woooo.”
Poisons walks off camera tossing the mic over his shoulder.
