SteelCitySon
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basic singles competition
"Big Time" Michael Gettis vs. Tyrone Walker
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ooc - meh this was alright at best...
Days after Aggression...
We open to static...
Then the audio comes in...
"Sup people?"
And fading in...
"I'm the lazy prick who's gonna own this place."
Focusing now...
"Or..."
The visual clears and we see our gracious and perhaps not so humble host.
"Something like that, heh heh."
He shrugs his shoulders.
"But for the sake of convience you can call me Ty or Walker or whatever becomes your favorite adjective of me..."
He grins a sly, smirking like smile.
"Trust me, after a while you'll have a few personal favorites to choose from."
Well with the introductions over our good friend here is set back on an old, broken in brown couch with his white sock covered feet up on the coffee table in front of him. Of course he sports the usual apparel which consists of the standard basketball shorts that represent his hometown boys the New York Knicks and his upper body is covered in a matching #1 jersey.
Moving along...
"Aggression has come and gone and it's another match, another win. Not my personal best, heh, it was alright even though I was there under duress due to certain issues of shaky legalities concerning a pushy wannabe agent and a signed contract that wasn't supposed to be sent."
Shrug, plus a sideways glance of annoyance to his left which is met with a "Whatever" in an equally annoyed female voice from out of view.
"But I'm gonna let it slide. The Empire looks like it's got it's s**t together, but then again that's how all the newbie startups look during the first few weeks don't they? Meh, whatever, either way I'm here for the long or short haul whichever happens first."
He snorts his nose and then continues.
"And speaking of the short term, looks like I'm stuck with another debut. Not that I'm complaining, although if a certain someone would have gone behind my back sooner I'd prolly be runnin' down one of the Empire's title belts right now instead of doing curtain jerker duty again with Michael Gettis, heh what can you do right?"
He shrugs it off and moves on.
"So it's Big Time versus your's truely. I gotta be honest with y'all, I'm not much for this jibberin' and jabberin' especially with some guy whose pretty much kept his mouth shut. Which hey that's cool with me y'know? It's less s**t I have to deal with so it's no skin off my back. But anyway, Big Time, how about you just do us both a favor and keep your yap closed, because I can handle my end of this deal without you exuding any effort. Just show up wherever the hell it is in Jersey we're supposed to be for Aggression and we'll do this. Hey I'll even try and make it quick, can't promise it'll be painless though kid, but again...what can you do right?"
Fade
Days after Aggression...
We open to static...
Then the audio comes in...
"Sup people?"
And fading in...
"I'm the lazy prick who's gonna own this place."
Focusing now...
"Or..."
The visual clears and we see our gracious and perhaps not so humble host.
"Something like that, heh heh."
He shrugs his shoulders.
"But for the sake of convience you can call me Ty or Walker or whatever becomes your favorite adjective of me..."
He grins a sly, smirking like smile.
"Trust me, after a while you'll have a few personal favorites to choose from."
Well with the introductions over our good friend here is set back on an old, broken in brown couch with his white sock covered feet up on the coffee table in front of him. Of course he sports the usual apparel which consists of the standard basketball shorts that represent his hometown boys the New York Knicks and his upper body is covered in a matching #1 jersey.
Moving along...
"Aggression has come and gone and it's another match, another win. Not my personal best, heh, it was alright even though I was there under duress due to certain issues of shaky legalities concerning a pushy wannabe agent and a signed contract that wasn't supposed to be sent."
Shrug, plus a sideways glance of annoyance to his left which is met with a "Whatever" in an equally annoyed female voice from out of view.
"But I'm gonna let it slide. The Empire looks like it's got it's s**t together, but then again that's how all the newbie startups look during the first few weeks don't they? Meh, whatever, either way I'm here for the long or short haul whichever happens first."
He snorts his nose and then continues.
"And speaking of the short term, looks like I'm stuck with another debut. Not that I'm complaining, although if a certain someone would have gone behind my back sooner I'd prolly be runnin' down one of the Empire's title belts right now instead of doing curtain jerker duty again with Michael Gettis, heh what can you do right?"
He shrugs it off and moves on.
"So it's Big Time versus your's truely. I gotta be honest with y'all, I'm not much for this jibberin' and jabberin' especially with some guy whose pretty much kept his mouth shut. Which hey that's cool with me y'know? It's less s**t I have to deal with so it's no skin off my back. But anyway, Big Time, how about you just do us both a favor and keep your yap closed, because I can handle my end of this deal without you exuding any effort. Just show up wherever the hell it is in Jersey we're supposed to be for Aggression and we'll do this. Hey I'll even try and make it quick, can't promise it'll be painless though kid, but again...what can you do right?"
Fade