Post by King Dick on Apr 5, 2011 16:35:48 GMT -5
The door to the locker room limbers open and Billy Brass struts into sight of the other Fighty fighty persons, many for the first time, but his attention is on one other non-tv personality in particular following him into the room who he addresses over the right shoulder.
"...So then he says 'Well you can bet your sweet ass I don't want no fucking waffles!'"
Bursting into rapturous laughter Billy's face only straightens as his fellow dark match veteran simply smirks and carries on to one of the seated rows.
"What's wrong with you? That was funny. Y-you just don't have a sense of humour."
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY ABOUT WAFFLES?!"
Turning on his heels Billy has to readjust his head and look down to find the eye holes on a battered hockey mask. Seeing his clear size and weight advantage over the, in this environment, slightly unassuming figure in an Empire Strikes Back t-shirt stood before him Brass takes a second to be sure this was the one who called his attention.
"What?"
"I said, ARE YOU TALKING SHIT ABOUT WAFFLES?!"
"Actually you said 'what the fuck did you say about waffles' but regardless, it was a joke my man. Relax."
"Relax! Rela...maybe you're on to something. Give me an apology and i'll be on my way."
"Psht, please."
With this Billy pushes past TPK and takes a seat amongst the amassed Fighty fighty persons. Some well known and some not so well known faces alike but they all make space between themselves and poor Billy as TPK approaches him once more.
"You look fucking dumb but I suspect even you know what an apology is."
"Look man..."
Brass stands tall over TPK but looks oddly apologetic as he continues.
"...Maybe the waffles joke wasn't your thing but I have more, hows this: "A man goes to a store to buy kidneys. He says to the shopkeeper, 'I'd like a pound of kiddleys please.' the shopkeeper responds, 'you mean kidneys, don't you?' the man says, 'I said kiddleys, diddle I?'"
A coarse chuckle breaks through the mask but one look in the cold blue eyes staring back at you smarks of disgust. Nonetheless TPK turns tail and goes back to his own locker while Brass retakes his seat and fishes in the gym bag trapped between his feet. Suddenly and unpreventabley though golden brown syrup slaps the back of his head and starts to pour down behind his ears and onward to the back of his neck where it seaps beneath his white polo shirt. Looking up he sees The Psycho one standing over him squeezing almost the entire contents of a bottle of Mrs.Butterworths into his hair before redirecting its route to the plate in his other hand holding a foot-high stack of waffles just before a dollop of the paste seaps over his eyes and blurs the mans vision.
"See, now that's funny!"
"...So then he says 'Well you can bet your sweet ass I don't want no fucking waffles!'"
Bursting into rapturous laughter Billy's face only straightens as his fellow dark match veteran simply smirks and carries on to one of the seated rows.
"What's wrong with you? That was funny. Y-you just don't have a sense of humour."
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY ABOUT WAFFLES?!"
Turning on his heels Billy has to readjust his head and look down to find the eye holes on a battered hockey mask. Seeing his clear size and weight advantage over the, in this environment, slightly unassuming figure in an Empire Strikes Back t-shirt stood before him Brass takes a second to be sure this was the one who called his attention.
"What?"
"I said, ARE YOU TALKING SHIT ABOUT WAFFLES?!"
"Actually you said 'what the fuck did you say about waffles' but regardless, it was a joke my man. Relax."
"Relax! Rela...maybe you're on to something. Give me an apology and i'll be on my way."
"Psht, please."
With this Billy pushes past TPK and takes a seat amongst the amassed Fighty fighty persons. Some well known and some not so well known faces alike but they all make space between themselves and poor Billy as TPK approaches him once more.
"You look fucking dumb but I suspect even you know what an apology is."
"Look man..."
Brass stands tall over TPK but looks oddly apologetic as he continues.
"...Maybe the waffles joke wasn't your thing but I have more, hows this: "A man goes to a store to buy kidneys. He says to the shopkeeper, 'I'd like a pound of kiddleys please.' the shopkeeper responds, 'you mean kidneys, don't you?' the man says, 'I said kiddleys, diddle I?'"
A coarse chuckle breaks through the mask but one look in the cold blue eyes staring back at you smarks of disgust. Nonetheless TPK turns tail and goes back to his own locker while Brass retakes his seat and fishes in the gym bag trapped between his feet. Suddenly and unpreventabley though golden brown syrup slaps the back of his head and starts to pour down behind his ears and onward to the back of his neck where it seaps beneath his white polo shirt. Looking up he sees The Psycho one standing over him squeezing almost the entire contents of a bottle of Mrs.Butterworths into his hair before redirecting its route to the plate in his other hand holding a foot-high stack of waffles just before a dollop of the paste seaps over his eyes and blurs the mans vision.
"See, now that's funny!"
\\End Of Promo//
\\Thanks to David for his contributions to this piece.//
Billy Brass - Red
TPK - Orange
\\Thanks to David for his contributions to this piece.//
Billy Brass - Red
TPK - Orange
