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Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on Aug 30, 2021 20:21:02 GMT -5
September 7th 2021 PWS:APEX PRESENTS RIOT Pittsburg, PA - PPG Paints Arena
Tag Team Match
The Commonwealth vs. The Dream Team
RP Deadline is Monday, September 6th at 11:59 pm est
1 rp each. 300 words minimum, 5000 word maximum
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Post by Aiden Reynolds on Sept 6, 2021 3:13:55 GMT -5
“Uh….Aiden the fuck is this?”
Dickie Watson, being Dickie Watson, steps into the frame, an envelope in his hand holding it up to Aiden who has set up his phone to film a promo. Aiden raises an eyebrow and smirks.
“Well mate..” He takes the envelope from Dickie’s hand, opening it and taking out the contents. “These are plain tickets..”
Dickie blinks a few times and raises an eyebrow “To Barcelona Spain?”
“Yeah…”
He clears his throat and nods. “I see, so you’re leaving me out to dry in PWS Apex? Taking off to Spain with Kallie for a week, the week we’re supposed to be teaming in Pittsburgh?” He pauses, looking forlorn. Like he’s been hit right in the stomach. “Well, I suppose I should have seen this. I guess I’ll manage bruh..”
“The fuck are you talking about? Mate, you have to come with me.”
“Uh...why?”
“Because, we’re facing the dream team…and last time they were seen, was winnin the gold medals in Barcelona in ‘92…” Dickie looks confused, his eyebrows narrowing as the cogs start to turn. “I think it’s a bit weird we’re being booked against them though. I mean I like basketball but-”
“Wait...wait…” Dickie puts his hands up. “You think we’re facing THAT dream team?”
“Yeah mate, look we can iron out the details on the plane over. But the way I see it, if we’re just facin two of em we’ll be alright, if we gotta face em all then I’ll take Jordan, Pippin, Ewing, Barkley and Robinson, you take the others yeah?..”
“Aiden…”
“And the only one we gotta worry about is Karl Malone, I read somewhere he actually has had a match or two so-”
“Aiden”
“What?”
“We...aren’t facing that dream team...it’s a team in PWS Apex...we’re wrestling in Pittsburgh…”
Aiden swallows hard looks at the plane tickets and then back to Dickie. “Uh...you sure?”
“Positive”
“Well..shit….hold on”
Aiden grabs his phone, it causes the video feet to stop and we hear his fingers hitting the touch screen.
“Aiden shouldn’t you stop fi-”
“Shhhh” He continues and stops, we hear him mumbling out the names of the dream team members and then a tut under his breath. “Well, damn...this is depressing, I don’t think I can get excited about a match with these guys. They’re not really that prominant in PWS or the wrestlin world at large mate. So, legit what do we do to get hyped about this? What can we use as motiva-...wait...OH IMA KILL EM”
He puts his phone down, the video feed cuts in and Aiden is angry, I mean red-faced, blood racingly angry. “What’s wrong?”
“Ya gotta be fuckin with me, I’m gonna kill em mate, I’m gonna get in the ring with them I’m gonna grab Kai and rip his head off and stuff it up jacksons ass. I’m gonna kick em both right in their down undas and rip any limb off I can, Im gonna break fuckin bones.”
Dickie swallows hard stepping back. “Uh, so….why? Like...you flipped a switch there bruv, you seem angry and I don’t see that from you much.”
“Ya don’t see it?....,ya don’t see their fuckin sins?”
“No?”
“Dickie, mate...THEY’RE FUCKING PRETTIER THAN ME”
Dickie stops mid-thought and tilts his head
“I’m not gonna stand for this. We need to stamp out authority brother. So we get to Pittsburgh, we beat the hell out of them and we remind everyone just how good we are. Again. And then we…..FUCK”
“...What?”
“I spent 3000 bucks on fucking plane tickets to Spain…..”
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