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| It's Not All Doom And Gloom...; Despite the Blondie/Momoko joint RP | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 27 2007, 09:31 PM (44 Views) | |
| Dai | Jun 27 2007, 09:31 PM Post #1 |
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Captain SPARKLE~!!!
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We open up, just a few blocks from only place of any note in the entire of Idaho: a car-park which lies only a short walk from the Qwest Arena. It opens up with everyone's favourite slack-jawed yokel pacing nervously, trying to calm himself with the relaxing rhythmic motion of combing his quiff up, coupled with deep breaths. Sitting on the bonnet of a sleek black sports car - dangling her legs off the front - appears to be a cute little girl, with obscenely pink hair, which almost glows in the twilight gloom. Appears is the operative word from this distance; For he is not a well to do young man who has borrowed his dad's convertible, who's dressed up nicely to take his girlfriend on a date and is currently stressing about a curfew, nor is she the kind of girl you would take on such an evening. At least not if you wanted to stay pretty. She is Momoko Wakari, and that is not a skipping rope she holds in her hands; she is being escorted on this fine evening by the man known only as Mister Blond, as it even says on his driver's license, and before the cameraman comes over to meet them, they have a little business to discuss. Momoko: ...I still think Chiba Beach is better. Mr. Blond: Ya wha? Momoko rolls her eyes into her head... not even a few seconds into this promo Momoko: I was saying, as far as steak goes compared to that crap they served us I still think Ribera in Chiba Beach is better. Mr. Blond: Oh... yeah, prolly coulda pissed out a better slaba meat than tha' Momoko: And don't get me started on the amount of salt they put on it... or in this case, what little put on it. Mr. Blond: ... They over did mine... The Peroxide Outlaw seems distracted by something... Momoko: Something on your mind, Blondie? Mr. Blond: Ya really think we should left tha boss to this? Ah know he said ta leave him an' go do Naight-maire & Lice prop'ly, like; but what'f he' wrong? Musing over her fellow Zaibatsu for a moment, Momoko gives a soft nod to him... Momoko: I suppose you have a point, but I know Dai-Chan... it might seem as if he's walking into the lion's den but he's bound to have something up his sleeve. Mr. Blond: Eh, ya pro'lly right, s'just... Momoko: We've got our own problems to deal with anyway... remember? A nervous guffaw follows, steadily growing in confidence as Mr Blond drags his quiff out, curling it up and back over his head. Momoko, after observing her tag partner's hourly grooming routine, grew a perplexed glance at him... Mr. Blond: Wax jus' picks up dust an' shit from tha air, ya know? Holds a li'l better than some hairspray, but the grease an' shit jus' kills tha glow. Shame Ah ran out o' hairspray earlier... Nodding softly, the Pink-Haired Demon uncharacteristically sympathises with her fellow hair-loving tag partner... she adjusts her pigtails slightly before make a reply Momoko: Still... you probably won't have to worry about that for much longer once we get the Tag Belts off Revoultion. Mr. Blond: Ain't tha' jus tha truth. Ya know, Ah hear they gettin' mah-tee tahred a' seein' us about, they talkin' hell faire, brimstone, blood an' guts. All tha' crap. He gives her the chance to reply, but cuts her off nearly immediately. Mr. Blond: Ya know, tha usual. Momoko: It sounds like they've been watching too many late nineties WWF tapes to me... Looking away from the scene momentarily after hearing a barely audible commotion in the distance, Momoko looks back at her fellow Zaibatsu member Momoko: When is it that you think they'll stay looking on eBay for cans of whoop-ass? The reference is completely lost on Mr. Blond, who tries to hide his ignorance by pretending he's completely dedicated to the task in hand: achieving a state of Quiff Perfection. Momoko raises an eyebrow to Blondie's failure to respond... noticing his iron-clan concentration on sculpting his bleached quiff into a state of hair-like Nirvana, before musing a simple joke on her part Momoko: Look out! A seagull! He sighs when he can't find one, and returns a stern glare to a now giggling Momoko. Momoko: We're hundreds of miles inland and you still fell for it... Mr. Blond: That filth's got wings ya know, they'd flah thousan's a miles just ta shit on mah do, if only they knew... Momoko: True, but there are also thousands of rednecks with itchy trigger fingers inland... why do you think all the rich folk in this country live in costal cities? Mr. Blond: [Exaggerating his drawl: Ah's got's no ahdea at awl... With a small chuckle, the sickle-swinging psychopath playfully taps Blondie on the shoulder Momoko: What do you see Revolution doing right about now? Besides watching tapes... Mr. Blond: Ah see 'em sittin' at home, wi' they thumb's up they asses, thinkin' they got nothin' more ta do this week than say "Look over there!" An' then when we turn, roll us up. An they thinkin' they can do tha' at any point in tha match as they should d'sahr, so they's thinkin' they gon' trah an' get some shots in as vengeance, so they thinkin' they can gi'us a good kickin' too. But mostly, Ah see 'em sitting at home, wi' they thumbs up they asses, believin' they own crappy hype. Momoko: Hmmm... read my mind. That's almost exactly what I was thinking. Mr. Blond: Ain't that jus' swell, whah, we could be Tag Partnaers o' somethin' With a small titter, the pink-haired Jap nods in agreement with her Zaibatsu cohort... Momoko: Indeed. Though the only difference in my mind with what I saw Revolution doing right now was they weren't using thumbs, you understand? Mr. Blond: Naw, naw, Miss Wakari, no need fo' such base thoughts. Even if they's prolly accurate. With a small shrug, she obliges the Peroxide Terror from Lousiana's request Momoko: You'll have to carry both Tag Belts though when we win them. Mr. Blond: Wha's tha? Momoko: I said, you'll have to carry both belts... I already carry the Undisputed International Title and it gives me back ache. If I carry two, it'll be paramount to pregnancy without the morning sickness... unless I'm watching the opening matches. Mr. Blond: No worries they', darlin'; Ah reckon Ah can li' wi' tha burden Momoko gives a simple nod before adding... Momoko: Good. Mr. Blond exctricates his comb, and resumes sculpting, thinking to himself, aloud: Mr. Blond: Wha's tha' he was goin' on 'bout before... Rivers o' Blood? Aww yeah, we'll show 'em... Momoko: No idea... but if Orochi has anything to say about it, he'll show him just exactly what rivers of blood resemble. A small giggle escapes Momoko's lip. It's followed by the "Hur Hur Hur" of the Peroxide Outlaw, and it all escalates from there. We finish with the camera edging away slowly from the two slightly deranged, bloodthirsty fiends... |
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