ATLANTA
Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2016 8:07 pm
OOC: Sam and whatever Matt's Sydal's handlers real name is (sorry I really don't know /: )... Good luck from Ben and I!
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ATLANTA… HOW YOU DOIN’?????
The hoarse voice of Enzo Amore called out. For now, Enzo stood alone outside of a hotel room door. He was wearing red Nike harem pants, a grey dri-fit muscle shirt, and squeaky clean white Jordan’s. The blonde hair on his head was done up in some wild man bun, and his beard was tied in a braid at the end of his chain.
Enzo Amore: Tonight, the Certified G and the man as tall as a redwood tree take on RVD and dopey. Tell ‘em who they are, Cass.
Enzo waited a few seconds, too hyped. When no one said anything, he banged on the door a couple of times.
Big Cass: MATT SYDAL AND ROB VAN DAMN SON, DON’T KNOCK SO HARD.
Big Cass’s big voice was heard through the door of the hotel room.
Enzo Amore: You’re right man, you’re right… Gotta save these fists for when I make one of those tree-huggers kiss’em. Bada. BOOM!
Enzo banged on the door again for emphasis, prompting Big Cass to yell.
Enzo Amore: See, behind this door here, which Big C gotta duck to make it safely into the hallway, a special ritual has begun. The Shining of the Boots. I already dusted my sneakers. They’re whiter than Matthew and Robert’s toofers, ‘cuz they been smokin’ too much reefer. You feel me? They’re ready for some jimmyin’ around the ring. Runnin’ circles around our opponents. These babies right here? Made for ownin’ STONERS. And ya CAN’T TEACH THAT!!!
Again, Enzo knocked on the door, this time a little less loudly. But still too much for Cass’s liking.
Big Cass: CUT THE MONSTA BANGIN’, WOULD YA? Sheesh.
Enzo Amore: One of the realest guys is still in that room… But when we both step into that arena tonight and he puts some boots to slack-jaw MUGS instead of asses, because we go harder than the Rock, you’d think we were kings of the ring. When I take a one-two step all over Matt Sydal’s face he’ll wanna sue himself so he can change his last name to somethin’ new because ain’t NO CHICK GONNA WANNA RIDE THAT!
Big Cass: BADA. BOOM!
A huge knock was heard from the other side of the door before it swung open. Big Cass ducked out into the hallway, with his pair of wrestling boots slung over his shoulder.
Big Cass: These guys ain’t gonna know what’s hit’em.
Enzo Amore: They’re gonna wish they ain’t seen it comin’.
Big Cass: Matt Sydal or RVD are about to only see two colors. Maybe three.
Enzo Amore: Red. Black and white. And it ain’t gonna be on the Huaraches I’ll be rockin’ tonight. If we don’t make you bleed, the only thing you’re gonna see is a Certified G hitting you with a one-two-three BOOM.
Big Cass: I think Enzo means you’re all gonna see me hit one of these schmucks with a one-two-size thirteen BOOT. The bottom’s black.
Enzo Amore: That white though… It’s only gonna be one thing… Flashing. Lights. Not the kind Yeezy was talkin’ about either…
Enzo folded his arms across his chest and gave a nod in approval, while Cass threw a hand on his shoulder for a loud pat.
Big Cass: Good call, E. But I think we forgot one thing.
Enzo Amore: I already know it, man. But I don’t think ATL does yet.
Big Cass: Yo Enzo, you wanna give me an S?
Enzo Amore: S-s-s-s-suuuure thing, Colin.
Big Cass: How ‘boutta A?
Enzo Amore: Ahhhh you got your A.
Big Cass: W-w-what about that W?
Enzo Amore: Naaaah…
Cass stopped looking completely confused by his partner.
Big Cass: Wait… Why not?
Enzo Amore: ‘cuz we gettin’ that toNIGHT in that ring man!
Big Cass: Oh yeah, that’s right! So give me that F & T.
Enzo Amore: F*** that man, let’s just say it then go out and slay it. ROB VAN DAM. MATT SYDAL. YOU TWO ARE NOTHING BUT A PAIR OF BONAFIDE SISSIES. THEY SHOULD CALL YOU THE TWIN SISTERS. AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MAKES YOU?
E&C: S-A-W-F-T…….SSSaaaaaAAAAAAAWFT!!!!
Enzo Amore: We out, C, like certified G’s.
Big Cass: Peace.
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ATLANTA… HOW YOU DOIN’?????
The hoarse voice of Enzo Amore called out. For now, Enzo stood alone outside of a hotel room door. He was wearing red Nike harem pants, a grey dri-fit muscle shirt, and squeaky clean white Jordan’s. The blonde hair on his head was done up in some wild man bun, and his beard was tied in a braid at the end of his chain.
Enzo Amore: Tonight, the Certified G and the man as tall as a redwood tree take on RVD and dopey. Tell ‘em who they are, Cass.
Enzo waited a few seconds, too hyped. When no one said anything, he banged on the door a couple of times.
Big Cass: MATT SYDAL AND ROB VAN DAMN SON, DON’T KNOCK SO HARD.
Big Cass’s big voice was heard through the door of the hotel room.
Enzo Amore: You’re right man, you’re right… Gotta save these fists for when I make one of those tree-huggers kiss’em. Bada. BOOM!
Enzo banged on the door again for emphasis, prompting Big Cass to yell.
Enzo Amore: See, behind this door here, which Big C gotta duck to make it safely into the hallway, a special ritual has begun. The Shining of the Boots. I already dusted my sneakers. They’re whiter than Matthew and Robert’s toofers, ‘cuz they been smokin’ too much reefer. You feel me? They’re ready for some jimmyin’ around the ring. Runnin’ circles around our opponents. These babies right here? Made for ownin’ STONERS. And ya CAN’T TEACH THAT!!!
Again, Enzo knocked on the door, this time a little less loudly. But still too much for Cass’s liking.
Big Cass: CUT THE MONSTA BANGIN’, WOULD YA? Sheesh.
Enzo Amore: One of the realest guys is still in that room… But when we both step into that arena tonight and he puts some boots to slack-jaw MUGS instead of asses, because we go harder than the Rock, you’d think we were kings of the ring. When I take a one-two step all over Matt Sydal’s face he’ll wanna sue himself so he can change his last name to somethin’ new because ain’t NO CHICK GONNA WANNA RIDE THAT!
Big Cass: BADA. BOOM!
A huge knock was heard from the other side of the door before it swung open. Big Cass ducked out into the hallway, with his pair of wrestling boots slung over his shoulder.
Big Cass: These guys ain’t gonna know what’s hit’em.
Enzo Amore: They’re gonna wish they ain’t seen it comin’.
Big Cass: Matt Sydal or RVD are about to only see two colors. Maybe three.
Enzo Amore: Red. Black and white. And it ain’t gonna be on the Huaraches I’ll be rockin’ tonight. If we don’t make you bleed, the only thing you’re gonna see is a Certified G hitting you with a one-two-three BOOM.
Big Cass: I think Enzo means you’re all gonna see me hit one of these schmucks with a one-two-size thirteen BOOT. The bottom’s black.
Enzo Amore: That white though… It’s only gonna be one thing… Flashing. Lights. Not the kind Yeezy was talkin’ about either…
Enzo folded his arms across his chest and gave a nod in approval, while Cass threw a hand on his shoulder for a loud pat.
Big Cass: Good call, E. But I think we forgot one thing.
Enzo Amore: I already know it, man. But I don’t think ATL does yet.
Big Cass: Yo Enzo, you wanna give me an S?
Enzo Amore: S-s-s-s-suuuure thing, Colin.
Big Cass: How ‘boutta A?
Enzo Amore: Ahhhh you got your A.
Big Cass: W-w-what about that W?
Enzo Amore: Naaaah…
Cass stopped looking completely confused by his partner.
Big Cass: Wait… Why not?
Enzo Amore: ‘cuz we gettin’ that toNIGHT in that ring man!
Big Cass: Oh yeah, that’s right! So give me that F & T.
Enzo Amore: F*** that man, let’s just say it then go out and slay it. ROB VAN DAM. MATT SYDAL. YOU TWO ARE NOTHING BUT A PAIR OF BONAFIDE SISSIES. THEY SHOULD CALL YOU THE TWIN SISTERS. AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MAKES YOU?
E&C: S-A-W-F-T…….SSSaaaaaAAAAAAAWFT!!!!
Enzo Amore: We out, C, like certified G’s.
Big Cass: Peace.