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| Tweet Topic Started: May 10 2017, 08:09 PM (22 Views) | |
| MrOtaku2399 | May 10 2017, 08:09 PM Post #1 |
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We open up not to the view of Wales.The country not the mammal, no we are in the Bluegrass state. We're in Church Hill Downs. This is the day of the Kentucky Derby and the FIW crew are with Jordan,Jerri,Nichelle and Rukia at the event. They are at the front now. Jordan is dressed in his classiest of cargo pants and his cleanest,most terrifying Elfen Leid shirt. Rukia is dressed in a nice blue dress and fancy hat,because everyone in this place wears stupid looking fancy hats. "So guys we got a while before the race starts,wanna make some bets?" "Sure,why not? What about you guys?" She asks, referring to Jerri and Nichelle. The camera panned over to see Jerri, in a bright pink tuxedo suit with a pink hat, looking like an Americanized pimp. His eyes were droopy and a few empty glasses were in front of him. Hey, if you're not having fun, make your own fun, right? Nonetheless, he was being a bit loud and rowdy, even though the race hasn't even started yet. Jerri; "Woohoooo!!! Let's go, Rainbow Bright! Rainbow! Rainbow! Rainb-" Nichelle: "Hey, hey! Jerri? You realize this is a synchronized event and we're in the front row. You need to chill out. I'd hate to see you cause us to he escorted out before the race even starts." Jerri only returns a loud scoff as Nichelle, in a rather short sequined mini dress, shakes her head in disappointment. Jerri: "Oh, Come on, Ni-Ni. Why were they offer gin and topic here if you're NOT meant to order them? And besides, I don't think I'm hurting anyone. Right, guys?" He puts his hands up as a small portion of the behind him return cheers, prompting Jerri to even high-five a few of them. Jerri: "See? L-Lloosen uuuuupp." His words began to slur a bit more, before the waiter returned to their area with another gin and topic. Jerri's eyes lit up as he smiles at the waiter, but Nichelle would pick the glass up off the tray and move it over to her side where Jerri attempted to reach over, but failed. Nichelle smirked at him, before looking over at Jordan. Nichelle: "But yeah, we're betting on Rainbow Bright. The only house here to win the Kentucky Derby back-to-back consecutively, so It's safe to bet on him. What about you?" "I'm going to bet on Thundersnow,I like that name and i'm feeling lucky." "I'll bet Always Dreaming." Rukia says in broken engrish. She's not good at english, that's why we ussually hear her speak Japanese instead. They all place their bets and get some drinks before heading to their seats. Too bead for them though they got wet from the rain,but they won't let this bad weather get them down! The race begins after the national anthem and a rendition of My Old Kentucky Home. Off go the horses now with Irish War Cry and Always Dreaming coming off strong. Followed by Rainbow Bright in third. The rest of the horses aren't far behind,but Thunder Snow for some reason starts dancing or something other than racing in the muddy track. "Fuck! come on you stupid horse! why are you dancing this is a race! not dancing with the fucking stars! Go! GO!" Jordan begins to scream,among other things. Rukia on the other hand is ecstatic her horse is in the lead. Jerri is pumping his fists amongst the crowd, cheering on Rainbow Bright as Nichelle was hitting the edge of the board, making a loud noise and cheering on the same horse. By the end of the race Always Dreaming comes up as the winner followed by Rainbow Bright in second place. Thunder Snow lost the race and Jordan lost 250 bucks. We see Rukia jumping with joy as well as jordan crying manly tears of pain and sorrow after getting ripped off from the dancing horse. Most of the crowd was disappointed, with the exception of two men who looked to be in their early 30's, seated next to the foursome. They had obviously bet big on Always Dreaming, as they were screamed and shouting, Jerri began cheering with them. Pulling him around was Nichelle, who had a face of containment of anger as she began to inform and admonish her protégé. Nichelle: "Jerri, what are you cheering for? You lost. I lost. Jordan lost. We all lost. *Snaps her hands in Jerri's face, forcing him to blink a few quick times* Is there anyone up there? I didn't get you a contract here to be partying and being unsober every time we're out. I took you under my wing because I know that you have more passion about this business in your left pinky than a quarter of the whole FIW roster and quite frankly, I believe more people like you is the future of this company. I know it, Jordan knows it, and so does th Only you can decide how quick or how long that'll take, and quite frankly, Friday's match could be the decision of that. You have a huge opportunity with this Anarchy Draft Show, and if you don't get your act straight, you might be looking at another lost." Jerri: "Haha oh, stop! I only have a little buzzaaah. Buzzbuzzbuzz. Look, I'm aware of the Anarchy Draft, where every match is going to have a reward of being your own booker, as long as it's FIW vs. the Coulter Crew. I've heard it all week from everyone. I know that if we win, we could be looking at a Tag Team Championship match against part of the crew. But to be honest, I'd want to book a Speedo Oil Wrestling Match against Stephen J. Eversol if I was selfish." Jerri lets out a loud chuckle as Nichelle is caught smirking, trying to hold back a laugh with the Wonder Babe catching it and yelling out "WOO!" Jerri: "Ahha, see!? I know I could make you laugh. Seriously though, I'm going to do Jordan proud come Friday night, and show all the doubters that Conceived Surrow is here and here to fucking stay. I mean that! Oh yeah, by the way did you hear Erik's and Badd Breed's words towards us? They plan on defeat us with malice and intent, huh?" Jerri nudges Jordan on the shoulder and smiles at him, trying to lighten up his mood. Jerri: "Badd Breed? What in the hell kind of name is that for a team? Seems like they have the 80's style team name to go with their outdated style of talking in front of a camera. They do have talent in the ring, no doubting that, but seem to be pretty confident in thinking that we're going to show worry about facing them from the tone of their words. Come Friday, after we're done with them, they'll realize that they shouldn't have been sleeping on us. After it's all said and done, they will be no way to Conceive their Sorrow knowing what I plan on doing to them." Jerri flashes a wink at Jordan before giving him a quick, stern pat on the back before quickly reaching over him and quickly taking the full glass of gin and topic Nichelle had swiped away from him 5 minutes previous. Jordan starts to cheer up a bit from the good mood his partners are having flow into the air. "You know yer right Jerri. Yer right, We WILL beat these fools. I mean the El Valiente guy or what ever his name is looks like a reject from the crow! His partner is different from the guy my good friend Kira Izumi and his partner Yuki Sakaraba beat a while back, but hell if they can do it we definitely can! Because what the 'Bad Breed' fail to realize is that the conceived sorrow is a two man and two woman unit. We are one!" "We may not have the experience, but as you can see we can hold our own with the best of 'em. Bad Breed i you think yer this and that, but in the end it doesn't even matter! The results will be the same and the results will be Conceived Sorrow as your winner! and going into Anarchy at the UK going against any of those brown nosed bitches who worship that blonde bimbo. Now get the fuck out of our faces, The stream of sorrow is about to begin!" Never one for happy moments staying long Jordan ends the promo with intensity and choice words for not only the Bad Breed,but the Coulter Crew as well. |
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