Post by SiMox on Dec 12, 2008 20:45:21 GMT -6
“Dude, so what’s the verdict?”
Mitchell Collins looks across the small black patio table that he’s sitting at and over at his older brother, Johnny Moxie, professional wrestler extraordinaire. Almost right off the bat upon the scene’s opening, we can see how much Johnny and Mitch seems to clash just by what clothes they have on. Mitch is wearing a simple New York Yankees button up jersey with jeans while Johnny is donning a dark blue suit and dressed as if he’d be heading for Wall Street once he left this café.
Johnny: What verdict, bro?
To say that the looks on Moxie’s face was one of confusion, well that’s be an understatement. He reaches down and lifts up the cup of coffee that he has in front of him and takes a sip from it.
Mitch: The verdict on you and SNW and you going out there to Texas to compete for them. Duh.
With a roll of his eyes and shake off his head, Mitch leans back in his chair and looks over at his older brother.
Johnny: Oh, SNW? What verdict would there be for that? I’m going to be flying out to Texas in a few weeks for some kind of pay per view they’re having, if that’s what you mean. Apparently the management there knows how damn great I am to the point where they want to hotshot me into contention for SNW’s Von Erich Memorial Championship.
With a raise of his eyebrows, Mitch shakes his head and leans forward in his chair as he grabs the small porcelain cup of coffee that’s in front of him and raises it up to take a quick sip of it.
Mitch: Dude, the Von Erich Memorial title? Who’s Von Erich? Is he like Bon Jovi or something?
A chuckle rumbles out as Moxie shakes his head and smirks over at his younger brother from across the table. The differences that a few years between them made was incredible.
Johnny: Uh, no, the Von Erichs were a wrestling family that…..well, were pretty big in the Texas area. But, hey, it doesn’t matter who this title was named after. All that matters is that I make it to the final four of this match and go to the whole mini tournament thing that’ll take place after this match. From what I guess, this battle royal is just going to determine seeding and such for that tournament….but hey, why not shoot to win this match? Making myself the number one seed in this tournament would REALLY make a statement.
He leans back in his chair and rests both of his hands on the back of his head in a relaxed manner after saying this. His little brother, meanwhile, just shakes his head after taking another sip of coffee.
Mitch: Dude, what kind of battle royal is this match, anyways?
With a looks of utter befuddlement, Johnny looks over at his little brother, raises an eyebrow and then sits upright and lowers his hands, reaching into his pants pocket to pull out a piece of folded up paper that he unfolds, looks at and then hands to Mitch.
Johnny: Um, a first blood battle royal and if you ask me……well, most of these guys that they tossed me against are questionable opposition for me at best.
Mitch looks up at his older brother and then down at the piece of paper that Johnny had handed to him.
Mitch: Yeah, um, I know you haven’t done the whole SNW thing for too long, but do you even know who these guys are?
Johnny shakes his head with a little smirk. He didn’t know who many of these superstars were, but that was usually the more fun part of being in a new promotion. For the first few weeks, nobody knew who you were and you didn’t know who anybody else was, for the most part. It’d be one big bag of surprises, for the most part.
Johnny: Mmm, not really. That’s cool, though. I mean, looking at some of the names on this list and some of SNW’s results that I’ve been looking up online, I don’t think that these guys are exactly the top rung of the ladder, if you know what I mean. Still, it’s all good.
Mitch looks at his brother, then down at the paper.
Mitch: Dude, who are Candy Lovve and Stank Lovve? They sound like a couple of strippers or something….
Moxie raises and eyebrow and nods with a huge smile on his face that exposes his pearly white teeth.
Johnny: Well, unfortunately, Stank is a guy……of course, I really wouldn’t want to touch the guy in this match that I’m in…..this battle royal. The guy’s name is Stank, just when I say his name it conjures up images of a dirty, filthy man that probably doesn’t know the meaning of the word bath. Of course, his name Stank is another word for smell…….of course, Stank will probably turn out to be a skank. As for Candy, hey, I’d be happy to put a dollar bill in her G string if she crosses my path.
Mitch smirks and nods.
Mitch: Yeah, then she’ll probably take that dollar bill and shove it down your throat to shut you up…..
Moxie leans back in his chair and shrugs his shoulders with a smirk.
Johnny: Hey, if it was in her thong before she jams it down my throat, I’m all for it…..
Mitch rolls his eyes and then looks back down at the paper.
Mitch: Who in the hell is DevilDog? That sounds like some kind of extra spicy chili dog, or something.
This statement draws a rather loud guffaw from the older of the two brothers, who nods.
Johnny: Yeah, DevilDog. I don’t know much about that guy. From what I get, the guy’s not that important anyways. Honestly, if he’s that uncreative to call himself DevilDog, I highly doubt that the stupid punk is someone that I have to worry about in this match. I’d probably be better to worry about catching crabs from the toilet seat at the arena than worrying about this guy DevilDog doing much of anything to me in this match.
Mitch nods and looks back down at paper.
Mitch: What about Hannah?
Johnny: Hannah Montana?
Mitch: No, Hannah, see….right here, it says Hannah.
He holds the paper out and points to the name to prove his point to his brother, who just waves it off carelessly and leans back in a relaxed manner.
Johnny: Meh, I don’t know too much about her. If you ask me, if she’s not that big of a star where I’d be hearing rumors and such around her online or while talking with tape traders, I wouldn’t worry too much about her. Maybe SNW will end up getting someone to dress up as Hannah Montana and compete in this match? They’d probably stand a better chance than this poor woman will.
Mitch nods and then raises an eyebrow as he says in an unsure manner.
Mitch: Okay, there’s Jack Clinton…..is he any relation to Bill and Hillary Clinton?
Johnny shakes his head and scrunches up his face as he struggles to say.
Johnny: No, but this guy does claim to be a gold standard, I believe.
Mitch keeps his eyebrow raises and looks over at Moxie.
Mitch: So you know about this guy, bro?
Johnny shrugs.
Johnny: I don’t know a lot about the guy, just that he seems to think that he’s God’s gift to wrestling….which everyone would know that he’s wrong because they know that I am. This guy seems to like to run his mouth and hey, that’s something that everyone in this business seems to do. He’s certainly not the kind of person that I haven’t run into in this business before and I doubt he’ll be the last of his kind. Of course, I’m sure that some people are going to think that I run my mouth a lot. The one difference between me and a guy like Jack Clinton is that I can back up what I say……which is something that Clinton, himself, is going to find out soon enough in this battle royal.
Mitch nods as he listens to his older brother talk, then scratches his chin and quips aloud.
Mitch: Dude, so who’s Cerise Richardson?
Johnny shrugs and a crooked smirk forms on his face as he looks over at his younger brother. Despite the three or so years that separated them, Mitch was almost as big as Johnny and actually looked a little like his older brother. The only main difference between the two was Mitch’s flaming red hair.
Johnny: I’d be damned if I know who she is. From what I’ve heard, she’s friends with Candy Lovve. If that’s any indication, she’s probably end up getting busted open and tossed out early on in this match up. Of course, who knows…..maybe Cerise, Stank and Candy will form an unholy triumverate of doom and try to take everyone else out?
He puts his hands on the back of his head as he finishes speaking and Mitchell nods.
Mitch: Fair enough, bro, fair enough. So, you know anything about Andrew Smith? I know I’ve heard about him.
Johnny heaves a little sigh and leans forward now, resting his arms on the arms on the table.
Johnny: It doesn’t surprise me. I’ve been catching up on my local Texas radio stations online and it seems that all of the ESPN Radio affiliates down there and such think that he’s one of the favorites in this match. I’ve actually seen a promo from the guy regarding this match that we’re both in and guess what he did? Guess what that moron named Andrew Smith managed to spew out of his mouth? You won’t believe it!
He scratches his nose and Mitch’s jaw drops as he looks over at his brother.
Mitch: What did he say?
Johnny takes a deep breath and goes on.
Johnny: HE CALLED ME JOHNNY ROXIE! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? The blithering idiot couldn’t even say my name right! As far as I’m concerned, if you can’t even remember what in the hell you’re opponent’s names are, you deserve to get your ass kicked. Hell, maybe I can kick some sense into that little twit! I know that I’m going to be looking to bust him open personally. The guy couldn’t even remember my name….I couldn’t believe that.
Mitch chuckles a little and mouths “Johnny Roxie” silently and then clears his throat and sits as upright as he can as he says aloud…
Mitch: Dude, who’s Rick Roll? That sounds like some kind of variation of a dinner role or something….
Johnny buries his head in his arms, which are still on the table top. He then raises his head and sighs.
Johnny: Rick Roll. What can I say about the guy? Well, I can say a lot, actually. Either this guy is a little…um…..very metro or there’s a parade going on somewhere that this guy needs to be a part of. Seriously, that song that he comes to the ring to? Oh, lord. Rick Astley, Rick Springfield……I forgot who sings it, but lordy, that’s like the most annoying song EVER. Did the guy who even sang it have talent? No. The song’s generic as hell. Does Rick Roll have talent? Well, I can honestly say that Ricky is one of my biggest threats in this battle royal. The problem is just that I don’t know if that’s a compliment for him or not, especially seeing as how there seems to be a severe talent shortage in this battle royal. Sure, there’s a lot of people here, but how many honestly deserve to even be in the running for titles? Then, you have guys like Rick Roll. Guys that are just absolutely, positively horrible that don’t deserve a title that’ll probably end up getting into the final four of this tournament just because he’s better than most of these other curtain jerks. Lord…..
He shakes his head and takes a deep breath.
Johnny: Rick Roll is one of those guys that I’m going to be aiming and gunning for in this match. Not nearly because he’s talented or because he’s worth my time, but because the guy seems have SOME name recognition in SNW. Of course, I can guarantee you that Rick is going to be rolling in this match alright…..right out of the ring after he gets busted open. Especially if I get my hands on the guy.
He rolls his eyes and looks over at his younger brother to try and tackle a name that he remembers is on the list.
Johnny: Well, there’s Viper, too. He’s one big guy, but I think he’ll probably have to remember that it’s not the size of the dog in the fight, rather it’s the fight in the dog……but thankfully, I’m not a dog. I’m Johnny Moxie, damnit, and I’m not going to let some big, slow minded oaf like Viper stand in between me and getting to be one of the final four in this match to go after the Von Erich Memorial title.
Mitch nods and scratches his chin as he says a name that some people may know, if they were keeping count at home, is the last person in this match.
Mitch: Dude, what do you know about Adriana Samu?
Johnny shrugs a shoulder.
Johnny: She’s Canadian from what I’ve heard…..
Mitch rolls his eyes and grins over at his brother.
Mitch: Well, there’s a tradition of great wrestlers from Canada. Look at the Harts, Lance Storm, the Rougeaus and even Pierre Carl Oulette.
Johnny folds his arms over his chest and nods with a grin.
Johnny: Yeah, but I’m sure that Samu isn’t EVER going to be announced in the same sentence as those guys. Honestly, I’ve heard a lot about her. She’s supposed to be one of the more top quality names in this match and well…..I haven’t honestly seen anything from her that would suggest that. Yeah, she’s probably one of the names in this match that stands out at me…..but I’m not overly worried about her. I seriously doubt that she’s the female Bret Hart and if she is……well, then I’ll be S.O.L, now won’t I?
He shakes his head and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out his wallet and pulls a ten dollar bill out. He puts it in the middle of the table and uses a coffee cup to hold it down. He nods at his brother and the two of them stand up. Mitch hands the paper back to his older brother, who folds it up and slides it into the same pocket that his wallet is in.
Johnny: Yeah, bro, this battle royal isn’t going to be anything that I haven’t been in before and by the time it’s said and done, I guarantee you that I’ll be in the final four and advancing to that tournament to crown a new contender for the Von Erich Memorial title. Just think man, it’ll only be a matter of time before your big bro has some gold around his waist.
Mitch smirks as he walks over towards his brother and the two start to walk down the street side by side.
Mitch: You seem pretty sure of yourself, don’t you?
He smiles up at his older brother, who raises an eyebrow and shakes his head.
Johnny: Hey, I’m the One Man Revolution of Professional Wrestling. I KNOW that all roads point to gold for me.
Mitchell Collins looks across the small black patio table that he’s sitting at and over at his older brother, Johnny Moxie, professional wrestler extraordinaire. Almost right off the bat upon the scene’s opening, we can see how much Johnny and Mitch seems to clash just by what clothes they have on. Mitch is wearing a simple New York Yankees button up jersey with jeans while Johnny is donning a dark blue suit and dressed as if he’d be heading for Wall Street once he left this café.
Johnny: What verdict, bro?
To say that the looks on Moxie’s face was one of confusion, well that’s be an understatement. He reaches down and lifts up the cup of coffee that he has in front of him and takes a sip from it.
Mitch: The verdict on you and SNW and you going out there to Texas to compete for them. Duh.
With a roll of his eyes and shake off his head, Mitch leans back in his chair and looks over at his older brother.
Johnny: Oh, SNW? What verdict would there be for that? I’m going to be flying out to Texas in a few weeks for some kind of pay per view they’re having, if that’s what you mean. Apparently the management there knows how damn great I am to the point where they want to hotshot me into contention for SNW’s Von Erich Memorial Championship.
With a raise of his eyebrows, Mitch shakes his head and leans forward in his chair as he grabs the small porcelain cup of coffee that’s in front of him and raises it up to take a quick sip of it.
Mitch: Dude, the Von Erich Memorial title? Who’s Von Erich? Is he like Bon Jovi or something?
A chuckle rumbles out as Moxie shakes his head and smirks over at his younger brother from across the table. The differences that a few years between them made was incredible.
Johnny: Uh, no, the Von Erichs were a wrestling family that…..well, were pretty big in the Texas area. But, hey, it doesn’t matter who this title was named after. All that matters is that I make it to the final four of this match and go to the whole mini tournament thing that’ll take place after this match. From what I guess, this battle royal is just going to determine seeding and such for that tournament….but hey, why not shoot to win this match? Making myself the number one seed in this tournament would REALLY make a statement.
He leans back in his chair and rests both of his hands on the back of his head in a relaxed manner after saying this. His little brother, meanwhile, just shakes his head after taking another sip of coffee.
Mitch: Dude, what kind of battle royal is this match, anyways?
With a looks of utter befuddlement, Johnny looks over at his little brother, raises an eyebrow and then sits upright and lowers his hands, reaching into his pants pocket to pull out a piece of folded up paper that he unfolds, looks at and then hands to Mitch.
Johnny: Um, a first blood battle royal and if you ask me……well, most of these guys that they tossed me against are questionable opposition for me at best.
Mitch looks up at his older brother and then down at the piece of paper that Johnny had handed to him.
Mitch: Yeah, um, I know you haven’t done the whole SNW thing for too long, but do you even know who these guys are?
Johnny shakes his head with a little smirk. He didn’t know who many of these superstars were, but that was usually the more fun part of being in a new promotion. For the first few weeks, nobody knew who you were and you didn’t know who anybody else was, for the most part. It’d be one big bag of surprises, for the most part.
Johnny: Mmm, not really. That’s cool, though. I mean, looking at some of the names on this list and some of SNW’s results that I’ve been looking up online, I don’t think that these guys are exactly the top rung of the ladder, if you know what I mean. Still, it’s all good.
Mitch looks at his brother, then down at the paper.
Mitch: Dude, who are Candy Lovve and Stank Lovve? They sound like a couple of strippers or something….
Moxie raises and eyebrow and nods with a huge smile on his face that exposes his pearly white teeth.
Johnny: Well, unfortunately, Stank is a guy……of course, I really wouldn’t want to touch the guy in this match that I’m in…..this battle royal. The guy’s name is Stank, just when I say his name it conjures up images of a dirty, filthy man that probably doesn’t know the meaning of the word bath. Of course, his name Stank is another word for smell…….of course, Stank will probably turn out to be a skank. As for Candy, hey, I’d be happy to put a dollar bill in her G string if she crosses my path.
Mitch smirks and nods.
Mitch: Yeah, then she’ll probably take that dollar bill and shove it down your throat to shut you up…..
Moxie leans back in his chair and shrugs his shoulders with a smirk.
Johnny: Hey, if it was in her thong before she jams it down my throat, I’m all for it…..
Mitch rolls his eyes and then looks back down at the paper.
Mitch: Who in the hell is DevilDog? That sounds like some kind of extra spicy chili dog, or something.
This statement draws a rather loud guffaw from the older of the two brothers, who nods.
Johnny: Yeah, DevilDog. I don’t know much about that guy. From what I get, the guy’s not that important anyways. Honestly, if he’s that uncreative to call himself DevilDog, I highly doubt that the stupid punk is someone that I have to worry about in this match. I’d probably be better to worry about catching crabs from the toilet seat at the arena than worrying about this guy DevilDog doing much of anything to me in this match.
Mitch nods and looks back down at paper.
Mitch: What about Hannah?
Johnny: Hannah Montana?
Mitch: No, Hannah, see….right here, it says Hannah.
He holds the paper out and points to the name to prove his point to his brother, who just waves it off carelessly and leans back in a relaxed manner.
Johnny: Meh, I don’t know too much about her. If you ask me, if she’s not that big of a star where I’d be hearing rumors and such around her online or while talking with tape traders, I wouldn’t worry too much about her. Maybe SNW will end up getting someone to dress up as Hannah Montana and compete in this match? They’d probably stand a better chance than this poor woman will.
Mitch nods and then raises an eyebrow as he says in an unsure manner.
Mitch: Okay, there’s Jack Clinton…..is he any relation to Bill and Hillary Clinton?
Johnny shakes his head and scrunches up his face as he struggles to say.
Johnny: No, but this guy does claim to be a gold standard, I believe.
Mitch keeps his eyebrow raises and looks over at Moxie.
Mitch: So you know about this guy, bro?
Johnny shrugs.
Johnny: I don’t know a lot about the guy, just that he seems to think that he’s God’s gift to wrestling….which everyone would know that he’s wrong because they know that I am. This guy seems to like to run his mouth and hey, that’s something that everyone in this business seems to do. He’s certainly not the kind of person that I haven’t run into in this business before and I doubt he’ll be the last of his kind. Of course, I’m sure that some people are going to think that I run my mouth a lot. The one difference between me and a guy like Jack Clinton is that I can back up what I say……which is something that Clinton, himself, is going to find out soon enough in this battle royal.
Mitch nods as he listens to his older brother talk, then scratches his chin and quips aloud.
Mitch: Dude, so who’s Cerise Richardson?
Johnny shrugs and a crooked smirk forms on his face as he looks over at his younger brother. Despite the three or so years that separated them, Mitch was almost as big as Johnny and actually looked a little like his older brother. The only main difference between the two was Mitch’s flaming red hair.
Johnny: I’d be damned if I know who she is. From what I’ve heard, she’s friends with Candy Lovve. If that’s any indication, she’s probably end up getting busted open and tossed out early on in this match up. Of course, who knows…..maybe Cerise, Stank and Candy will form an unholy triumverate of doom and try to take everyone else out?
He puts his hands on the back of his head as he finishes speaking and Mitchell nods.
Mitch: Fair enough, bro, fair enough. So, you know anything about Andrew Smith? I know I’ve heard about him.
Johnny heaves a little sigh and leans forward now, resting his arms on the arms on the table.
Johnny: It doesn’t surprise me. I’ve been catching up on my local Texas radio stations online and it seems that all of the ESPN Radio affiliates down there and such think that he’s one of the favorites in this match. I’ve actually seen a promo from the guy regarding this match that we’re both in and guess what he did? Guess what that moron named Andrew Smith managed to spew out of his mouth? You won’t believe it!
He scratches his nose and Mitch’s jaw drops as he looks over at his brother.
Mitch: What did he say?
Johnny takes a deep breath and goes on.
Johnny: HE CALLED ME JOHNNY ROXIE! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? The blithering idiot couldn’t even say my name right! As far as I’m concerned, if you can’t even remember what in the hell you’re opponent’s names are, you deserve to get your ass kicked. Hell, maybe I can kick some sense into that little twit! I know that I’m going to be looking to bust him open personally. The guy couldn’t even remember my name….I couldn’t believe that.
Mitch chuckles a little and mouths “Johnny Roxie” silently and then clears his throat and sits as upright as he can as he says aloud…
Mitch: Dude, who’s Rick Roll? That sounds like some kind of variation of a dinner role or something….
Johnny buries his head in his arms, which are still on the table top. He then raises his head and sighs.
Johnny: Rick Roll. What can I say about the guy? Well, I can say a lot, actually. Either this guy is a little…um…..very metro or there’s a parade going on somewhere that this guy needs to be a part of. Seriously, that song that he comes to the ring to? Oh, lord. Rick Astley, Rick Springfield……I forgot who sings it, but lordy, that’s like the most annoying song EVER. Did the guy who even sang it have talent? No. The song’s generic as hell. Does Rick Roll have talent? Well, I can honestly say that Ricky is one of my biggest threats in this battle royal. The problem is just that I don’t know if that’s a compliment for him or not, especially seeing as how there seems to be a severe talent shortage in this battle royal. Sure, there’s a lot of people here, but how many honestly deserve to even be in the running for titles? Then, you have guys like Rick Roll. Guys that are just absolutely, positively horrible that don’t deserve a title that’ll probably end up getting into the final four of this tournament just because he’s better than most of these other curtain jerks. Lord…..
He shakes his head and takes a deep breath.
Johnny: Rick Roll is one of those guys that I’m going to be aiming and gunning for in this match. Not nearly because he’s talented or because he’s worth my time, but because the guy seems have SOME name recognition in SNW. Of course, I can guarantee you that Rick is going to be rolling in this match alright…..right out of the ring after he gets busted open. Especially if I get my hands on the guy.
He rolls his eyes and looks over at his younger brother to try and tackle a name that he remembers is on the list.
Johnny: Well, there’s Viper, too. He’s one big guy, but I think he’ll probably have to remember that it’s not the size of the dog in the fight, rather it’s the fight in the dog……but thankfully, I’m not a dog. I’m Johnny Moxie, damnit, and I’m not going to let some big, slow minded oaf like Viper stand in between me and getting to be one of the final four in this match to go after the Von Erich Memorial title.
Mitch nods and scratches his chin as he says a name that some people may know, if they were keeping count at home, is the last person in this match.
Mitch: Dude, what do you know about Adriana Samu?
Johnny shrugs a shoulder.
Johnny: She’s Canadian from what I’ve heard…..
Mitch rolls his eyes and grins over at his brother.
Mitch: Well, there’s a tradition of great wrestlers from Canada. Look at the Harts, Lance Storm, the Rougeaus and even Pierre Carl Oulette.
Johnny folds his arms over his chest and nods with a grin.
Johnny: Yeah, but I’m sure that Samu isn’t EVER going to be announced in the same sentence as those guys. Honestly, I’ve heard a lot about her. She’s supposed to be one of the more top quality names in this match and well…..I haven’t honestly seen anything from her that would suggest that. Yeah, she’s probably one of the names in this match that stands out at me…..but I’m not overly worried about her. I seriously doubt that she’s the female Bret Hart and if she is……well, then I’ll be S.O.L, now won’t I?
He shakes his head and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out his wallet and pulls a ten dollar bill out. He puts it in the middle of the table and uses a coffee cup to hold it down. He nods at his brother and the two of them stand up. Mitch hands the paper back to his older brother, who folds it up and slides it into the same pocket that his wallet is in.
Johnny: Yeah, bro, this battle royal isn’t going to be anything that I haven’t been in before and by the time it’s said and done, I guarantee you that I’ll be in the final four and advancing to that tournament to crown a new contender for the Von Erich Memorial title. Just think man, it’ll only be a matter of time before your big bro has some gold around his waist.
Mitch smirks as he walks over towards his brother and the two start to walk down the street side by side.
Mitch: You seem pretty sure of yourself, don’t you?
He smiles up at his older brother, who raises an eyebrow and shakes his head.
Johnny: Hey, I’m the One Man Revolution of Professional Wrestling. I KNOW that all roads point to gold for me.
