Post by Commissioner Warrior™ on Jul 8, 2011 22:30:09 GMT -5
The landscape is dark and dim. In reality, it's not much of a landscape. Rather, it's more of a backyard which has been badly decorated to look like a city and then lit poorly at night to seem more ominous. On top of what is most likely several boxes or chairs made to look like some sort of building stands a dark figure. The figure has a tint of green to him...which is perhaps the crappy green dimmed spotlight which is next to the 'building.' He waves his cloak before holding his fist to the air, a strawberry Ring Pop on the ring finger, and recites the oath.
Dark Green Figure: I'M CHANCE FUSION AND I'M HERE TO BE OMINOUS AND SOMETHING ABOUT LIGHT AND PLAY MUSIC AND YOU SHOULD BE SAD AND STUFF.
Some basic outside lights flicker for a moment before coming on a revealing the already fairly obvious phoniness of everything. Superbitch walks outside and looks up at what is obviously a now somewhat embarrassed Chance Fusion.
Superbitch: Do you do anything productive with the money we make? At all? We're in that ring busting our asses. Wait, correction. I'M in that ring busting my ass, while you fiddle with the tag rope and wonder why we're losing. If we ever come out on top, it's because of me. We both get paid. I handle bills and other important things. And then you do shit like this. I mean, really? You didn't even come up with a good oath. If anything, that was a crappy Scott Pilgrim reference.
Chance Fusion: Aww. I was hoping it was a good Scott Pilgrim reference.
Superbitch: Come on honey, focus for a moment. Redemption.
Chance Fusion: Redemption? Sounds like a crappy PPV name to me.
Superbitch: It's not a PPV, it's the tag team we're facing this week.
Chance Fusion: Who's in it?
Superbitch: Two new guys. Ethan Bonelo and Roman Cripate. Both seem to have some similarities. Both wear masks and have a sense for theatrics. Yet both have private pasts and don't want to tell much when you go asking.
Chance Fusion: That makes absolutely no sense at all. What are they, superheros?
Superbitch: They certainly have the look, but that's about it. Past that, they're just plain old boring opponents. Tag team thinks they understand the art of cooperation. Tag team made of a few buddies is created. Buddies think they'll make their mark.
Chance Fusion: Problem is, buddies don't know who they're up against. We're the DOGS OF WAR.
Superbitch: I fear they know exactly what they're up against. Here's hoping I don't have to tag you in often.
Chance Fusion: RUFF RUFF RUFF! YOU KNOW IT!
Superbitch sighs as the feed fades away.
Dark Green Figure: I'M CHANCE FUSION AND I'M HERE TO BE OMINOUS AND SOMETHING ABOUT LIGHT AND PLAY MUSIC AND YOU SHOULD BE SAD AND STUFF.
Some basic outside lights flicker for a moment before coming on a revealing the already fairly obvious phoniness of everything. Superbitch walks outside and looks up at what is obviously a now somewhat embarrassed Chance Fusion.
Superbitch: Do you do anything productive with the money we make? At all? We're in that ring busting our asses. Wait, correction. I'M in that ring busting my ass, while you fiddle with the tag rope and wonder why we're losing. If we ever come out on top, it's because of me. We both get paid. I handle bills and other important things. And then you do shit like this. I mean, really? You didn't even come up with a good oath. If anything, that was a crappy Scott Pilgrim reference.
Chance Fusion: Aww. I was hoping it was a good Scott Pilgrim reference.
Superbitch: Come on honey, focus for a moment. Redemption.
Chance Fusion: Redemption? Sounds like a crappy PPV name to me.
Superbitch: It's not a PPV, it's the tag team we're facing this week.
Chance Fusion: Who's in it?
Superbitch: Two new guys. Ethan Bonelo and Roman Cripate. Both seem to have some similarities. Both wear masks and have a sense for theatrics. Yet both have private pasts and don't want to tell much when you go asking.
Chance Fusion: That makes absolutely no sense at all. What are they, superheros?
Superbitch: They certainly have the look, but that's about it. Past that, they're just plain old boring opponents. Tag team thinks they understand the art of cooperation. Tag team made of a few buddies is created. Buddies think they'll make their mark.
Chance Fusion: Problem is, buddies don't know who they're up against. We're the DOGS OF WAR.
Superbitch: I fear they know exactly what they're up against. Here's hoping I don't have to tag you in often.
Chance Fusion: RUFF RUFF RUFF! YOU KNOW IT!
Superbitch sighs as the feed fades away.
