Post by Ben - #6 Munchie on Jun 16, 2011 15:06:12 GMT -5
Oscar enters his weight room, he is surprised to be greeted by James, his cousin. Oscar looks at James, puzzled by his presence. Oscar continues to walk into the room. As he walks towards James he opens his mouth to speak, but before he can James pipes up.
James “Evening Oscar. How are you today?”
Oscar, still puzzled answers slowly.
Oscar “I.. I’m good thanks.. What are you doing here?”
James chuckles, he turns his back to Oscar and turns around, but this time holding a picture of Oscar pinning David Handlecatch, taken from the recent Attack of the Little Green Men II Pay-Per-View. James extends the picture with a pen. Oscar knows what’s coming.
James “I know you probably don’t want to sign it, but it’s for my best friend and he is a huge fan of you.”
Oscar knows he can’t decline, as if he does his face image could shatter.
Oscar “Sure, why not. So who am I making this out to?”
James “To Trace Demon please.”
Oscar drops the pen and photo and stares deeply at James. James, not knowing what’s happening goes to pick the photo and pen up, but is abruptly stopped by Oscar’s foot slamming down onto the pen, breaking it.
James “What’s that all about man? Thought we were cool?”
Oscar, knowing James has no clue, decides to fill him in.
Oscar “James, look, it’s nothing personal towards you, but Trace Demon. Really? Do you know who this guy is, or was for that matter? He WAS the owner of WFWF, he’s been WFWF World Champ, WFWF Tag Champ and WFWF National Champ and he is my next opponent, so if you think I’m going to sign this, for him of all people, you are sadly mistaken my friend.”
James looks at Oscar with a profound look. He doesn’t know what Oscar is on about.
James “What? How can Trace have done this? He’s paralyzed from the waist down.”
Oscar is looking even more confused than before.
Oscar “What are you talking about? Trace Demon isn’t paralyzed.”
James “We must have our wires crossed somewhere. The Trace I’m on about lives next door to me, and it NOT a professional wrestler.”
Both men decide to stop the conversation before things spiral out of control.
Oscar “So, what is the real reason you are here James? Apart from to trying to confuse me.”
James “Well, I need your help. There’s this girl..”
Oscar needn’t hear anymore. He stood up and walked out of his weight room and into his kitchen, where he poured one of his favourite protein shakes. As he sees James leave the room behind him, he smiles.
Oscar “James, to get this girl you need three basic things. Looks, personality and money. Which you have absolutely none of.”
James looks at Oscar displeased by the response. He walks away with his head down low.
James “Evening Oscar. How are you today?”
Oscar, still puzzled answers slowly.
Oscar “I.. I’m good thanks.. What are you doing here?”
James chuckles, he turns his back to Oscar and turns around, but this time holding a picture of Oscar pinning David Handlecatch, taken from the recent Attack of the Little Green Men II Pay-Per-View. James extends the picture with a pen. Oscar knows what’s coming.
James “I know you probably don’t want to sign it, but it’s for my best friend and he is a huge fan of you.”
Oscar knows he can’t decline, as if he does his face image could shatter.
Oscar “Sure, why not. So who am I making this out to?”
James “To Trace Demon please.”
Oscar drops the pen and photo and stares deeply at James. James, not knowing what’s happening goes to pick the photo and pen up, but is abruptly stopped by Oscar’s foot slamming down onto the pen, breaking it.
James “What’s that all about man? Thought we were cool?”
Oscar, knowing James has no clue, decides to fill him in.
Oscar “James, look, it’s nothing personal towards you, but Trace Demon. Really? Do you know who this guy is, or was for that matter? He WAS the owner of WFWF, he’s been WFWF World Champ, WFWF Tag Champ and WFWF National Champ and he is my next opponent, so if you think I’m going to sign this, for him of all people, you are sadly mistaken my friend.”
James looks at Oscar with a profound look. He doesn’t know what Oscar is on about.
James “What? How can Trace have done this? He’s paralyzed from the waist down.”
Oscar is looking even more confused than before.
Oscar “What are you talking about? Trace Demon isn’t paralyzed.”
James “We must have our wires crossed somewhere. The Trace I’m on about lives next door to me, and it NOT a professional wrestler.”
Both men decide to stop the conversation before things spiral out of control.
Oscar “So, what is the real reason you are here James? Apart from to trying to confuse me.”
James “Well, I need your help. There’s this girl..”
Oscar needn’t hear anymore. He stood up and walked out of his weight room and into his kitchen, where he poured one of his favourite protein shakes. As he sees James leave the room behind him, he smiles.
Oscar “James, to get this girl you need three basic things. Looks, personality and money. Which you have absolutely none of.”
James looks at Oscar displeased by the response. He walks away with his head down low.
