Post by A&F on Aug 5, 2007 19:10:10 GMT -5
Dear Abercrombie & Fitch,
We would like to personally welcome to Xtreme Vicious Intent. We know that this is a bit out of your territory of expertise, but we trust that you will do just fine this week on Side Effect against your opponents: Outlaw Incorporated. Johnny Kaos and Jason Cane respectively. Remember, the winning team of this contest will become the #1 Contenders for the XVI Tag Titles against Pig Vomit at The American Dream. Good luck, and good day.
XVI Board of Directors
~*Corey Fitch*~ {Born to be Ballin}
Dude, I am so totally lost.
~*Nathan Abercrombie*~ {Gods gift to the Red Carpet}
Kaos? Vomiting pigs? The American Dream? What’s that like, dreaming about the white house?
~*Corey Fitch*~ {Born to be Ballin}
How do you even spell XVI?
~*Nathan Abercrombie*~ {Gods gift to the Red Carpet}
Whatever. Point is, I definitely don’t accept wrestling against some beer swilling rednecks and then have to fight some gay clown troop!
Crystal Synn walks into the dressing room, looking over the hanging fold up posters and red silk drapings over the windows. She struts over to the A&F connection, and takes a seat in between the two hot rods on the black leather loveseat.
~*Crystal Synn*~
You my boys, don’t have a choice. If you want that 250 grand, you will go out there, embarrass those yahoos, humiliate those homosexual hypocrites, and furthermore, you are scheduled for a photo shoot this afternoon with Hollister, and later we are going to Dions for chow. Now get on your game faces and I will see you both out there in no later than 10 minutes.
Without even allowing for any sort of argument or response, the vixen promptly walks out the dressing room, leaving both men dumbfounded.
~*Corey Fitch*~ {Born to be Ballin}
She can’t do that! Can she?
~*Nathan Abercrombie*~ {Gods gift to the Red Carpet}
She just did. Now c’mon twinkle toes, we’ve got business to attend to. The world demands perfection, and it would be a crime to disallow them from experiencing it.
And now Nathan Abercrombie leaves the scene, with Corey Fitch punching the cushion with his fist, and runs outside yelling.
~*Corey Fitch*~ {Born to be Ballin}
Hold on! Wait for me guys! Jesus you walk fast. Hey, wait up!!!
After the final exit of all the A&F connection, the camera slowly fades from the bright lights of the Hollywood abode.
We would like to personally welcome to Xtreme Vicious Intent. We know that this is a bit out of your territory of expertise, but we trust that you will do just fine this week on Side Effect against your opponents: Outlaw Incorporated. Johnny Kaos and Jason Cane respectively. Remember, the winning team of this contest will become the #1 Contenders for the XVI Tag Titles against Pig Vomit at The American Dream. Good luck, and good day.
XVI Board of Directors
~*Corey Fitch*~ {Born to be Ballin}
Dude, I am so totally lost.
~*Nathan Abercrombie*~ {Gods gift to the Red Carpet}
Kaos? Vomiting pigs? The American Dream? What’s that like, dreaming about the white house?
~*Corey Fitch*~ {Born to be Ballin}
How do you even spell XVI?
~*Nathan Abercrombie*~ {Gods gift to the Red Carpet}
Whatever. Point is, I definitely don’t accept wrestling against some beer swilling rednecks and then have to fight some gay clown troop!
Crystal Synn walks into the dressing room, looking over the hanging fold up posters and red silk drapings over the windows. She struts over to the A&F connection, and takes a seat in between the two hot rods on the black leather loveseat.
~*Crystal Synn*~
You my boys, don’t have a choice. If you want that 250 grand, you will go out there, embarrass those yahoos, humiliate those homosexual hypocrites, and furthermore, you are scheduled for a photo shoot this afternoon with Hollister, and later we are going to Dions for chow. Now get on your game faces and I will see you both out there in no later than 10 minutes.
Without even allowing for any sort of argument or response, the vixen promptly walks out the dressing room, leaving both men dumbfounded.
~*Corey Fitch*~ {Born to be Ballin}
She can’t do that! Can she?
~*Nathan Abercrombie*~ {Gods gift to the Red Carpet}
She just did. Now c’mon twinkle toes, we’ve got business to attend to. The world demands perfection, and it would be a crime to disallow them from experiencing it.
And now Nathan Abercrombie leaves the scene, with Corey Fitch punching the cushion with his fist, and runs outside yelling.
~*Corey Fitch*~ {Born to be Ballin}
Hold on! Wait for me guys! Jesus you walk fast. Hey, wait up!!!
After the final exit of all the A&F connection, the camera slowly fades from the bright lights of the Hollywood abode.
OOC: Sorry for the short post. Had a really hard time getting on this week.