Post by Shifty Shannon Westley on Jan 14, 2010 21:39:17 GMT -5
“Shannon Westley.
The 2nd son of the great William Westley, Shannon has inherited his father’s charm and skill, and he has no doubt that the PWNage championship will be h-”
“Dad, just stop.” Shannon Westley said to his father, who was trying to phsyc him up for his PWN debut. It wasn’t working very well.
“Shannon, don’t be grumpy. I’m just trying to help.” William reasoned, although the fact that William had been talking non-stop about PWN was beginning to wear thin on Shannon.
“Look, dad… Don’t you have somewhere else to be? Creative meetings, Playboy photo shoots, something along those lines?”
“Nope, got a free schedule, so I can help you train like you’ve never trained before!”
“… Ah, fuck.” Shannon sighed, and William quickly slapped his son across the face.
“Ow, what the fuck?!?”
“Don’t use that language with me, you little shit!” William yelled angrily. Shannon knew when to keep quiet, and when dad’s in a bad mood, it’s best not to provoke him. A few minutes passed in silence, until Shannon couldn’t stand it no more.
“So… Dad… How’s Ryan?”
“You should know, Shannon. He is, after all, already a world champion so early in his career. You should strive to be more like your brother, you know?”
“Ryan’s a dick…” Shannon muttered under his breath. Luckily, his dad didn’t hear it.
“But then again, if you were more like him that you couldn’t be more like me. That’s gonna be a problem, cause without me, where would you be?”
“Look, dad, why am I in another fed already? Last time I was fired after my first match, what makes anyone think I’ll last longer in this one?”
“Because now everyone knows that you’re my son. You won’t get fired that easily. People here at PWN-”
“Wait, what? You signed me up for an Indy fed that’s called Porn?"
“No, Shannon. P, W, N. Like that pwnage thing on the Internet. Now stop your jibber jabber, get back to working out! It’s only a few hours til the show starts!”
“Dad, I appreciate your helping, I really do, but I’m tired, all I want to do is go back to the hotel and sleep. Is that too much to ask?”
“Uh, yes. If you want to be the best, you have to push yourself over the limit.”
“Can’t I just push myself into bed?”
William scowled at his son, and walked out of the training room with a huff. Shannon watched him go, and let out a sigh of relief when he was out of view.
END RP.
The 2nd son of the great William Westley, Shannon has inherited his father’s charm and skill, and he has no doubt that the PWNage championship will be h-”
“Dad, just stop.” Shannon Westley said to his father, who was trying to phsyc him up for his PWN debut. It wasn’t working very well.
“Shannon, don’t be grumpy. I’m just trying to help.” William reasoned, although the fact that William had been talking non-stop about PWN was beginning to wear thin on Shannon.
“Look, dad… Don’t you have somewhere else to be? Creative meetings, Playboy photo shoots, something along those lines?”
“Nope, got a free schedule, so I can help you train like you’ve never trained before!”
“… Ah, fuck.” Shannon sighed, and William quickly slapped his son across the face.
“Ow, what the fuck?!?”
“Don’t use that language with me, you little shit!” William yelled angrily. Shannon knew when to keep quiet, and when dad’s in a bad mood, it’s best not to provoke him. A few minutes passed in silence, until Shannon couldn’t stand it no more.
“So… Dad… How’s Ryan?”
“You should know, Shannon. He is, after all, already a world champion so early in his career. You should strive to be more like your brother, you know?”
“Ryan’s a dick…” Shannon muttered under his breath. Luckily, his dad didn’t hear it.
“But then again, if you were more like him that you couldn’t be more like me. That’s gonna be a problem, cause without me, where would you be?”
“Look, dad, why am I in another fed already? Last time I was fired after my first match, what makes anyone think I’ll last longer in this one?”
“Because now everyone knows that you’re my son. You won’t get fired that easily. People here at PWN-”
“Wait, what? You signed me up for an Indy fed that’s called Porn?"
“No, Shannon. P, W, N. Like that pwnage thing on the Internet. Now stop your jibber jabber, get back to working out! It’s only a few hours til the show starts!”
“Dad, I appreciate your helping, I really do, but I’m tired, all I want to do is go back to the hotel and sleep. Is that too much to ask?”
“Uh, yes. If you want to be the best, you have to push yourself over the limit.”
“Can’t I just push myself into bed?”
William scowled at his son, and walked out of the training room with a huff. Shannon watched him go, and let out a sigh of relief when he was out of view.
END RP.
