Post by Shifty Shannon Westley on Jan 28, 2010 7:18:59 GMT -5
“Dad, I’m sorry! I don’t know what came over me, I just-”
“You just flinched and practically gave up the match!”
“But… but…”
“Shut it! I have gone through extreme lengths just to get you into the pro wrestling business and I will now have my good name sullied GODDAMNIT!”
The latest argument between the Westley family was in full swing, and it looked like, as usual, Shannon was going to get the short end of the stick tonight.
“Shannon, I’ve taken the caution of arranging your next opponent to be Hotario Gates.”
“Who?”
“Exactly. A freak of nature, a nobody, put it simply, he's a fucking moron. His greatest came to fame is probably getting spat on by Bartholomew Kennedy.”
“Who?”
“Fucking hell. Are you as dumb as you look?"
“I think I look kinda cool.”
“You look like a fucking retard. Lose the hair dye, and get some actual fucking wrestling tights instead of those lame jeans.”
“I’m perfectly fine with the way I look. Besides, tights are too… You know, tight.”
“That’s why they’re called tights, fucktard. Wana add anything?”
“I have a question!” Shannon squeaked.
“No questions!” William growled, pointing a threatening finger at Shannon.
"I have a statement!”
“Fucking hell. State your statement.”
“I can’t.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“Because it’s actually a question.”
“Fucking idiot.”
“Why PWN? Of all places to put me, why PWN?”
“Mr. Kennedy owed me a favour.”
“Who?”
“Jesus Fucking Mary & Moses on a golf course…”
“You just flinched and practically gave up the match!”
“But… but…”
“Shut it! I have gone through extreme lengths just to get you into the pro wrestling business and I will now have my good name sullied GODDAMNIT!”
The latest argument between the Westley family was in full swing, and it looked like, as usual, Shannon was going to get the short end of the stick tonight.
“Shannon, I’ve taken the caution of arranging your next opponent to be Hotario Gates.”
“Who?”
“Exactly. A freak of nature, a nobody, put it simply, he's a fucking moron. His greatest came to fame is probably getting spat on by Bartholomew Kennedy.”
“Who?”
“Fucking hell. Are you as dumb as you look?"
“I think I look kinda cool.”
“You look like a fucking retard. Lose the hair dye, and get some actual fucking wrestling tights instead of those lame jeans.”
“I’m perfectly fine with the way I look. Besides, tights are too… You know, tight.”
“That’s why they’re called tights, fucktard. Wana add anything?”
“I have a question!” Shannon squeaked.
“No questions!” William growled, pointing a threatening finger at Shannon.
"I have a statement!”
“Fucking hell. State your statement.”
“I can’t.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“Because it’s actually a question.”
“Fucking idiot.”
“Why PWN? Of all places to put me, why PWN?”
“Mr. Kennedy owed me a favour.”
“Who?”
“Jesus Fucking Mary & Moses on a golf course…”
