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| Back on the plane... A pivotal part of our right wing has fallen off in flight please follow crash landing procedures. Mayday!!! ::In case you're thinking you just had a bout of deja vu you have heard these words before. Last rp, my friend:: Snake Eyes: What the heck? A pivotal part of the right wing? How can this be happening to me? Jeez, I should've known something like this would happen. Trouble follows me everywhere, now doesn't it? ::Next to Snake Eyes, Simon Marsh is hysterical. He's on the verge of screaming while looking at the safety procedures booklet:: Simon Marsh: Oh my gosh, crash landing? We're in Kansas!!! The middle of nowhere! What's gonna happen to us? We will be landing in five minutes! Be prepared! ::Snake Eyes seems to be the only sane person on the plane, carefully following the safety instructions that were mentioned before take-off. Oxygen masks drop and he puts one on without being asked. Ladies(and men, for that matter) can be heard screaming in high shrill voices:: Snake Eyes: Jeezes people! It's not the end of the world! Well... follow the frickin' instructions and we'll be safe. ::All of a sudden the plane lands, wheels first on something solid. Snake Eyes looks out the window, they managed to land on what looks to be a small rural airport:: Simon Marsh: Alright! We're safe, unbelievable. Wait a minute, we're in Kansas! How are we gonna get back to L.A.? This sucks! Snake Eyes: Shut up, Simon. Quit being a little piece of crap. We'll get back there, somehow. I think. At least we're alive, that's the important thing. ::People are still screaming, this time in joy that they managed to land safely and not become clouds of debris:: ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Two days later, just outside of Los Angeles ::Simon Marsh and Snake Eyes can be seen in Snake Eyes' 2000 Corvette. A large sign saying "Welcome to Los Angeles" passes by as Simon Marsh glances over at it. Simon speaks:: Simon Marsh: We never did finish our interview Snake Eyes. So, whaddya say? You wanna finish it up? ::The camera turns to Snake Eyes, he looks tired and flustered after the long journey. He obviously doesn't feel like answering any more questions:: Snake Eyes: Jeezes, Simon...Is interviewing people the only thing that matters to you? ::Simon looks quizically at Snake Eyes, pondering the proposed question:: Simon Marsh: Hmmm, pretty much, yeah. In all seriousness though I would like to finish up our interview if you wouldn't mind. Snake Eyes: Dangitt, fine. Start up your questions. I figger we could finish 'em up in the hotel room. I would go back to my house, but it's not the time right now. ::Simon Marsh rattles off about three completely and totally unrelated wrestling questions and the scene skips to the hotel room:: ------------------------------------------------------------------------ :: It's a little hotel room, comfy however. Leather chairs are scattered across the room. Simon and Snake Eyes are on opposite sides of the room. Simon Marsh is still holding the crumpled piece of papers, on which is written the questions. Zooming in on the television, the recent John Vendetta promo is airing:: Simon Marsh: Now, what do you think of that Snake Eyes? Snake Eyes: Well, tell ya what... selling my soul to the devil is not on MY to-do list. Sorry to say John Vendetta, but I do think you're losing your mind. ::Simon Marsh chuckles a little bit after Snake Eyes finishes:: Simon Marsh: I see. Now, I noticed that you're a cruiserweight. Any thoughts on the title in that division? Snake Eyes: Well, yes, actually. I would appreciate being able to show off my skills in my area of expertise, fighting cruiserweights. And Martin Swift, I know you have your own 'personal problems' with your daughter and everything, but on September 15th I want a chance to fight for the Cruiserweight Title. I blew it in the Nations Title tournament, and you know that. But this time, I vow I will NOT LOSE!!! SOOOOOOO, if you want a real Cruiserweight Champion, then I expect you to book me in that match. ::Simon Marsh looks down at his paper, but Snake Eyes begins to wrap it up on his own. He talks tiredly:: Because when you roll Snake Eyes, you run out of LUCK! |
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