Post by James Lightening on Feb 25, 2024 13:00:03 GMT -5
The thunderous roar of the engine of a black 1967 Chevy Impala echoes through the arena parking lot the head lights glisten in the midday sun as the car pulls up. The front left doors swing open and James and Steve get out of the car, James is dressed in brown hiking boots black Jeans and a faded to grey Metallica black album tee. Steve on the other hand is wearing A backwards cap and a hockey jersey that has a blood covered Hockey mask on the front and the name Vorhees on the back, a pair of tanned khaki pants and grey trainers. They close the car doors and head towards the building.
James: First things first.
Steve: Find Catering, the pyros then the bathroom.
James shoots Steve a what the fuck look,
James: Really???
Steve: I’m hungry, I like Fireworks, and I may need to go Toilet…also you never know who's gonna appear always have a counter strike prepared mon capitan.
James: Your always hungry and dude we just got here.
Steve: Yeah but the mathematical probability of you upsetting someone is average possibility of dislike s like 50% add attitude, Dislike of ass holes what you consider an ass hole ,minus my charming demeanor, plus whatever crazies may appear from the past ,plus wrassling and your cant back down gotta do what needs to be done shit puts up to like 95% i cant even save you from those odds without fireworks.
James: That there is Steiner level math, lets just get the bags and try and make nice nice till we get the lay of the land. Before you blow any shit up, also no tigers, paint of sewage.
James goes to the Trunk and grabs the bags as Steve sulks.
Steve: You used to be fun,
James throws Steve his bag causing him to stumble back a few steps.
James: Its a new day we move forwards reign your crazy in Brother.
Steve nods
Steve is this till about Conner and Sa…
James gives Steve a look the growls don't go there. As both men walk towards the arena, James pushes the door open.
TBC any one
James: First things first.
Steve: Find Catering, the pyros then the bathroom.
James shoots Steve a what the fuck look,
James: Really???
Steve: I’m hungry, I like Fireworks, and I may need to go Toilet…also you never know who's gonna appear always have a counter strike prepared mon capitan.
James: Your always hungry and dude we just got here.
Steve: Yeah but the mathematical probability of you upsetting someone is average possibility of dislike s like 50% add attitude, Dislike of ass holes what you consider an ass hole ,minus my charming demeanor, plus whatever crazies may appear from the past ,plus wrassling and your cant back down gotta do what needs to be done shit puts up to like 95% i cant even save you from those odds without fireworks.
James: That there is Steiner level math, lets just get the bags and try and make nice nice till we get the lay of the land. Before you blow any shit up, also no tigers, paint of sewage.
James goes to the Trunk and grabs the bags as Steve sulks.
Steve: You used to be fun,
James throws Steve his bag causing him to stumble back a few steps.
James: Its a new day we move forwards reign your crazy in Brother.
Steve nods
Steve is this till about Conner and Sa…
James gives Steve a look the growls don't go there. As both men walk towards the arena, James pushes the door open.
TBC any one