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| {Back stage, arena in Birmingham, 8:48 pm.} {GTA are conviently sitting in the back in their own personal dressing room. What, they get their own dressing room, and they haven't even started wrestling? You damn skippy. This is GTA, the most elite tag team to ever grace Tidal Wave Wrestling, and six men, soon will feel the affect, when GTA drives right over them.} {The Bandit is laying down on the couch, and The Mustang is sitting on a chair watching tv.} --=THE BANDIT=-- Hey, why don't you turn that crap off, and let's go train. --=THE MUSTANG=-- Nah, I'd rather not. --=THE BANDIT=-- Is that suppose to be funny? --=THE MUSTANG=-- Well, actually it was. It worked in 10th grade CP Biology. --=THE BANDIT=-- Impressing a bunch of 15 year olds...special. --=THE MUSTANG=-- Hey! That smart ass remark got me my first date that got some action...ah...Renee Becker...aycaramba. --=THE BANDIT=-- Right...and I really cared to hear that. How about you turn off that second rate porno on HBO, and lets get ready to go to the gym. {The Mustang turns off the tv, and looks over at Bandit. Out of no where, you here a pop from a can opening...oh...ofcourse his Coors Light beer.} --=THE BANDIT=-- You shouldn't drink that sh*t, it'll slow you down in the ring. --=THE MUSTANG=-- Man, you worry to much, I rid all this when I work out. --=THE BANDIT=-- And when will that be? --=THE MUSTANG=-- Right after we go to the bar. --=THE BANDIT=-- Is that all you think of, beer and p*ssy?...huh? --=THE MUSTANG=-- I think about puppies... --=THE BANDIT=-- I'm guessing you are not refering to k-9's? --=THE MUSTANG=-- Cats... --=THE BANDIT=-- Felines...? --=THE MUSTANG=-- Well, when I pet them, I can hear a purring. --=THE BANDIT=-- Anyway, I am out of here, I am focused on our first match, and want to win, we need to prove ourselves. --=THE MUSTANG=-- Don't worry, we will win, I just want to have a good time tonight, and tommorow, maybe...just maybe, I will get serious, but when we step into the ring, I am all business...alright? --=THE BANDIT=-- Alright, lets go to the bar, I hope you are happy if we don't win, because than it's your ass. THE MUSTANG=-- Don't worry, just don't worry... {After their 'argument'...they head out the door, and make their way to the same bar, where The Mustang may actually see the same ass two nights in a row!} |
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