Post by thedifference on Jan 30, 2012 7:08:03 GMT -5
After Ollie Jay and Jack Tracks went nose to nose in the sixth match of this jam packed night of Glory and Honor Wrestling's premier show, Tuesday(Thursday) Night Triumph, the camera now zooms up to a warn wooden door with a flickering sign spelling out "The Thirsty Beaver". A hand rises up from the bottom of the camera lense, pushing the rustic door open and giving a good view of the inside of this 'fine' establishment. The picture from the camera bounces up and down slightly with every one of the camera man's steps as he walks up to the bar where two familiar faces are seen talking and laughing while they sip down their drinks. Dozens of empty glasses are seen scattered around their current spots at the bar.
How are we still alive right now?
How am I such a powerful Salad? Like, It doesn't matter what you had for dinner! I just want to lick off all my ranchy goodness. [/i][/color]
Aiden cocks an eyebrow before taking another sip of his drink. Neither superstar seems to be that sober, maybe Tripp a bit less than The Hooligan, Aiden Andrews. The Rated HXC Superstar is now mouthing words "powerful Salad, most powerful in the world." He then bursts out into a disturbing giggle, making every head in the bar turn.
I think, uh.. think you've had enough.. ten drinks ago..
You're not my mother! And certainly not a fork. So fork you. You mother forker. Leave my lettuce leaves alone you bastard!
[/i][/color]
Tripp begins uncontrollably sobbing at the bar, smacking his forehead down on the wooden bar top, hiding his face. At this point, Aiden doesn't know whether to stop him, or feed him more alcohol for sheer amusement.
Well, I think we need two more drinks... and a salad...
This statement catches Tripp's teary eyes. His head shoots up as his usually styled hair just flops over in a heap of pitiful-ness.
You dirty mother forker bastard. I AM NOT CANNIBAL. [/color]
The Hooligan turns his head away to hide how amused he is by this all as it's almost impossible to not 'bust a nut' laughing. He turns his head back to Tripp and gives him a friendly pat on the back before turning his attention to the bartender.
Okay, so that'll be one drink and no salad. I already have the best salad right at my side.
The bartender nods as he begins fixing up Andrew's drink. Tripp turns his head to look at Aiden, tears filling his eyes once again. He can't seem to get out words, but you can see him mouthing, "that was beautiful, man.". The bartender returns with the drink, rum and coke to whomever is wondering, placing it on the bar top in front of Aiden's hands. A solemn nod is exchanged between Aiden and the bartender. The ICW Icon looks at the bartender and attempts to hold up one finger to place an order for one more drink, however, before he can accomplish this, Aiden places his hand over Tripp's and slowly returns it to it's previous place on the bar.
So what do you suppose our tag name should be?
No I haven't seen condom statue. But I haven't had a real drink in ages..
...You mean minutes?
MY SALAD POWERS WILL FUCK UP YOU! I can't remember I was this happy...[/i][/color]
Andrew's lets out a chuckle, escaping the full humour of the situation. He now stares into his drink, sloshing if around a bit. Suddenly, a light goes on inside his head.
You said you haven't drank in ages, right?
Tripp tries to speak, but once again fails. Deciding a nod will suffice, he attempts to nod his head, but drops his head down too far, too fast and makes direct contact to the bar top once again. This time, it doesn't seem like he's getting back up anytime soon.
I think that answers two questions. No. And... [/size]
EOT
Tripp's drunk ass loves feedback...
because he is the most powerful salad in the world.
How are we still alive right now?
How am I such a powerful Salad? Like, It doesn't matter what you had for dinner! I just want to lick off all my ranchy goodness. [/i][/color]
Aiden cocks an eyebrow before taking another sip of his drink. Neither superstar seems to be that sober, maybe Tripp a bit less than The Hooligan, Aiden Andrews. The Rated HXC Superstar is now mouthing words "powerful Salad, most powerful in the world." He then bursts out into a disturbing giggle, making every head in the bar turn.
I think, uh.. think you've had enough.. ten drinks ago..
You're not my mother! And certainly not a fork. So fork you. You mother forker. Leave my lettuce leaves alone you bastard!
[/i][/color]
Tripp begins uncontrollably sobbing at the bar, smacking his forehead down on the wooden bar top, hiding his face. At this point, Aiden doesn't know whether to stop him, or feed him more alcohol for sheer amusement.
Well, I think we need two more drinks... and a salad...
This statement catches Tripp's teary eyes. His head shoots up as his usually styled hair just flops over in a heap of pitiful-ness.
You dirty mother forker bastard. I AM NOT CANNIBAL. [/color]
The Hooligan turns his head away to hide how amused he is by this all as it's almost impossible to not 'bust a nut' laughing. He turns his head back to Tripp and gives him a friendly pat on the back before turning his attention to the bartender.
Okay, so that'll be one drink and no salad. I already have the best salad right at my side.
The bartender nods as he begins fixing up Andrew's drink. Tripp turns his head to look at Aiden, tears filling his eyes once again. He can't seem to get out words, but you can see him mouthing, "that was beautiful, man.". The bartender returns with the drink, rum and coke to whomever is wondering, placing it on the bar top in front of Aiden's hands. A solemn nod is exchanged between Aiden and the bartender. The ICW Icon looks at the bartender and attempts to hold up one finger to place an order for one more drink, however, before he can accomplish this, Aiden places his hand over Tripp's and slowly returns it to it's previous place on the bar.
So what do you suppose our tag name should be?
No I haven't seen condom statue. But I haven't had a real drink in ages..
...You mean minutes?
MY SALAD POWERS WILL FUCK UP YOU! I can't remember I was this happy...[/i][/color]
Andrew's lets out a chuckle, escaping the full humour of the situation. He now stares into his drink, sloshing if around a bit. Suddenly, a light goes on inside his head.
You said you haven't drank in ages, right?
Tripp tries to speak, but once again fails. Deciding a nod will suffice, he attempts to nod his head, but drops his head down too far, too fast and makes direct contact to the bar top once again. This time, it doesn't seem like he's getting back up anytime soon.
I think that answers two questions. No. And... [/size]
EOT
Tripp's drunk ass loves feedback...
because he is the most powerful salad in the world.
