Post by Leon "Paleboy" Raymer on Aug 28, 2007 18:27:58 GMT -5
[- I want popcorn -]
Place: Infamous By Design Locker Room
Date: August 28, 2007.
Time: 3:15 PM.
People In It: Nikki Manx, Gavin Gyaos.
An awkward aroma filled the air. Nothing short of a vomit stench.
It was a late night in the Infamous By Design locker room. Leon Raymer rips open a bag of popcorn. The steam dances in the air.
A look of disgust washes up upon Leons face. He lays back on the leather couch. Nikki Manx sits over at the desk sorting through some paperwork, and Gavin plays with his streaked hair in front of a mirror.
Leon "Paleboy" Raymer: God dammit!
Gavin uninterupted from his "Gavin Time" respondes.
Leon "Paleboy" Raymer: I burnt my popcorn!
Gavin stops and turns, giving Leon a stupid look.
Gavin Gyaos: Dude, thats what you interupted Gavin Time for?
Leon shrugs. Gavin sighs turning back around to admire himself.
Leon "Paleboy" Raymer: I'll be back guys.
Gavina and Nikki give off a bleek, 'Okay ...' as Leon exits out into the hall. He throws on his jacket. Walking over towards the drinking fountain, he presses the button, the cool, crisp water brushes against his lips. He looks up at the bulletin board. Finally veiwing the match card for himself.
As he veiws it he thinks. Jordan Glass, a cocky stepping stone in the path of, IBD, a nothing, a nobody, who claims to be never beaten, but two tag losses, even though he wasn't pinned, are still losses. He is unpinned, but not, unbeaten. The first pinfall he'll suffer will be against IBD, and he'll lay bloody, beaten, and embarassed at the hands of Leon Raymer, and Gavin Gyaos. Also, his partner, Ticker, nothing has been heard from him. Probably he crawled off in fear of the punishment he would've recieved. Maybe ... Just maybe.
Gyaos, and Raymer; the dictionary would define these two as "likenesses of perfection" and truthfully so. These two are something to be reckoned with. Infamous By Design will prove a point. They will annilalate. They will destroy. They will maim. Then
they will capture the tag team championships. And cement their mark into the XVI record books forever. They will defeat Jordan Glass, and Ticker. They will end their careers. They will humiliate
them, beyond all reason. Leon looks down at the running clear cool water. He lets his words short and sweet, drift from his newly dampened lips.
Leon "Paleboy" Raymer: Serafin, pfft.
End.
OOC: Wish it could be longer. But it is to the point.
