Post by Colgate Carnage on Dec 1, 2016 1:10:16 GMT -5
OOC: Won't have time to post another one, good luck Ana. See you dudes next week.
The door’s slammed shut with a force full bang, loud enough to make an echo down the apartment blocks hallway. Moments ago the lady of Colgate’s life, Miranda, had told the one time AWE loser to leave and never come back. It was only supposed to be one, maybe two nights max, not three weeks. She’d called him dumb and claimed to be embarrassed to be seen in public with a guy like him. His stuff had been packed into his oversized duffle bag before he came home from Massacre. If it wasn't for the key she'd given Colgate earlier that week, Miranda would have left it all on the doorstep to avoid the awkward confrontation.
Colgate stands there dejected, ejected from the life of someone he was starting to have warm and fuzzy feelings for. It’s just after midnight on a Sunday night so Colgate contemplates sleeping somewhere in the building to save a few dollars. That grand they just paid him, Cuppola said it’s best to try to not cash the cheque for a couple of days. Maybe Miranda was right. Maybe Colgate is nothing but a bum. Maybe he should go back to be with his own kind in Florida, where the air was warmer, people were nicer and life a bit simpler.
“Hey”
A feminine voice calls out to Colgate but he’s too wrapped up in his head to notice.
“Hey you. You’re the guy who’s been staying with Miranda?”
Colgate turns and see a lady standing in the doorway of the next apartment over. She’s around his age with soft features. Short brown hair rounds off her facial features. She’d be the prettiest girl in town back home, Colgate thinks to himself, but up here she just blends in.
“Yeah… well I was. She uh, kicked me out.”
“That’s a shame. I thought you guys got on well, based on what I could hear through the walls every night... and morning. Say, it’s late. Have you got a place to stay tonight because you can use my couch if you like?”
“Thanks, that’d be great. My name’s Colgate.”
“I’m Jules.”
He starts heading towards her as she turns and enters her apartment, leaving the door open. As he enters Colgate stumbles on the dark coloured robe which Jules was wearing, that’s now on the ground. He throws his duffle bag to the ground and swings the door shut behind him, leaving us with one last audible tidbit.
“You city girls are wild.”
“Alpha, as defined by dictionary.com in the first letter in the Greek alphabet. It’s also one of two or more isomeric compounds in chemistry. Where I’m from, we don’t need no dictionary.com to tell us what alpha means. Alpha means that you’re the big dog, the leader of the pack. It could be a woman but it’s usually an alpha male, which is why I’m a bit confused over Ana’s wanting to be in this tournament. Now don’t get me wrong, I know women can do big things in the world these days and I got nothin’ but respect for the ladies in my life back home but they’re not trying to fight me for the Alpha Male Cup. They’re not trying to get in a physical altercation with me in a manner that could take food out of my mouth if they win. They’re not trying to make jokes about my perfect smile or choice of ring name.”
Colgate Carnage shakes his head in disappointment. The guttery looking bar making the backdrop of this promo is in full swing.
“I’ll be gosh darn honest, I don’t really know a thing about you Anastasia Hayden. I accidently ended up in the Blue Oyster Cult concert and missed your match at Massacre but I heard you put on a doozy against The Riddler. That doesn’t mean I didn’t ask around about you when I found out about this match. Word around town is that you’re an impressive force, one of them PAW enhancement talent folks that’ve been making a name for themselves here in the AWE. Well last week I eliminated one of them from the Resilience Royal Rumble and the week before that, I punched one of them in the dick in Casablanca Pro so be prepared to fall like the rest.”
Suddenly, Free Bird kicks up on the jukebox. The patrons quiet down a little to listen to the sweet melodic beginnings of the song.
“WOOO, GOD DAMN. This is my jam.”
The enjoyment can’t be contained in Colgate’s face.
“'Cause I'm as free as a bird now… And this bird you cannot chaaaaaAAAAaaaaaNNNNNnnnnnNNNnggggggeeeeeee”
“I’m a damn bird Anastacia. A free bird at that, capable of soaring to great heights. Last week I soared a little too high and I paid the price but damn did I go out on my own terms. When life pushes you down, I’m not the guy who’s going to look to the rule book and talk about section 15c because in the rule book of Colgate Carnage, section 15c is about regular flossing and I’m pretty sure we all know the importance of flossing.”
The song begins to pick up but someone by the jukebox hits the next track which plays some indie shit like Franz Ferdinand or something. Colgate freezes in motion, his brain unable to deal with the absurdity.
“You know, Jules warned me. She said that bars around here were filled with yuppies but NEVER did I think I’d see the day that one of them would disrespect a titan of music.”
Colgate turns and see’s the regular looking guy wearing what can be best described as “something the gay one from Friends would wear”. His rage fuels him across to where this man has perched himself by the bar with his pals. Let’s assume this guy’s name is Dean. Dean bops his head along to the tune just as Colgate reaches him.
“Hope you flossed today Dean.”
Dean looks at Colgate, a little confused. Colgate flashes him with an amazing smile before hitting him with the COLGATE CRUSHER in the middle of the bar! Dean’s friends are cowards like Dean and run away. The jukebox screeches to a halt and starts Free Bird back up where it left off. All is right with the world as Colgate flashes a pearly white smile to the camera with a cheeky wink.
The door’s slammed shut with a force full bang, loud enough to make an echo down the apartment blocks hallway. Moments ago the lady of Colgate’s life, Miranda, had told the one time AWE loser to leave and never come back. It was only supposed to be one, maybe two nights max, not three weeks. She’d called him dumb and claimed to be embarrassed to be seen in public with a guy like him. His stuff had been packed into his oversized duffle bag before he came home from Massacre. If it wasn't for the key she'd given Colgate earlier that week, Miranda would have left it all on the doorstep to avoid the awkward confrontation.
Colgate stands there dejected, ejected from the life of someone he was starting to have warm and fuzzy feelings for. It’s just after midnight on a Sunday night so Colgate contemplates sleeping somewhere in the building to save a few dollars. That grand they just paid him, Cuppola said it’s best to try to not cash the cheque for a couple of days. Maybe Miranda was right. Maybe Colgate is nothing but a bum. Maybe he should go back to be with his own kind in Florida, where the air was warmer, people were nicer and life a bit simpler.
“Hey”
A feminine voice calls out to Colgate but he’s too wrapped up in his head to notice.
“Hey you. You’re the guy who’s been staying with Miranda?”
Colgate turns and see a lady standing in the doorway of the next apartment over. She’s around his age with soft features. Short brown hair rounds off her facial features. She’d be the prettiest girl in town back home, Colgate thinks to himself, but up here she just blends in.
“Yeah… well I was. She uh, kicked me out.”
“That’s a shame. I thought you guys got on well, based on what I could hear through the walls every night... and morning. Say, it’s late. Have you got a place to stay tonight because you can use my couch if you like?”
“Thanks, that’d be great. My name’s Colgate.”
“I’m Jules.”
He starts heading towards her as she turns and enters her apartment, leaving the door open. As he enters Colgate stumbles on the dark coloured robe which Jules was wearing, that’s now on the ground. He throws his duffle bag to the ground and swings the door shut behind him, leaving us with one last audible tidbit.
“You city girls are wild.”
“Alpha, as defined by dictionary.com in the first letter in the Greek alphabet. It’s also one of two or more isomeric compounds in chemistry. Where I’m from, we don’t need no dictionary.com to tell us what alpha means. Alpha means that you’re the big dog, the leader of the pack. It could be a woman but it’s usually an alpha male, which is why I’m a bit confused over Ana’s wanting to be in this tournament. Now don’t get me wrong, I know women can do big things in the world these days and I got nothin’ but respect for the ladies in my life back home but they’re not trying to fight me for the Alpha Male Cup. They’re not trying to get in a physical altercation with me in a manner that could take food out of my mouth if they win. They’re not trying to make jokes about my perfect smile or choice of ring name.”
Colgate Carnage shakes his head in disappointment. The guttery looking bar making the backdrop of this promo is in full swing.
“I’ll be gosh darn honest, I don’t really know a thing about you Anastasia Hayden. I accidently ended up in the Blue Oyster Cult concert and missed your match at Massacre but I heard you put on a doozy against The Riddler. That doesn’t mean I didn’t ask around about you when I found out about this match. Word around town is that you’re an impressive force, one of them PAW enhancement talent folks that’ve been making a name for themselves here in the AWE. Well last week I eliminated one of them from the Resilience Royal Rumble and the week before that, I punched one of them in the dick in Casablanca Pro so be prepared to fall like the rest.”
Suddenly, Free Bird kicks up on the jukebox. The patrons quiet down a little to listen to the sweet melodic beginnings of the song.
“WOOO, GOD DAMN. This is my jam.”
The enjoyment can’t be contained in Colgate’s face.
“'Cause I'm as free as a bird now… And this bird you cannot chaaaaaAAAAaaaaaNNNNNnnnnnNNNnggggggeeeeeee”
“I’m a damn bird Anastacia. A free bird at that, capable of soaring to great heights. Last week I soared a little too high and I paid the price but damn did I go out on my own terms. When life pushes you down, I’m not the guy who’s going to look to the rule book and talk about section 15c because in the rule book of Colgate Carnage, section 15c is about regular flossing and I’m pretty sure we all know the importance of flossing.”
The song begins to pick up but someone by the jukebox hits the next track which plays some indie shit like Franz Ferdinand or something. Colgate freezes in motion, his brain unable to deal with the absurdity.
“You know, Jules warned me. She said that bars around here were filled with yuppies but NEVER did I think I’d see the day that one of them would disrespect a titan of music.”
Colgate turns and see’s the regular looking guy wearing what can be best described as “something the gay one from Friends would wear”. His rage fuels him across to where this man has perched himself by the bar with his pals. Let’s assume this guy’s name is Dean. Dean bops his head along to the tune just as Colgate reaches him.
“Hope you flossed today Dean.”
Dean looks at Colgate, a little confused. Colgate flashes him with an amazing smile before hitting him with the COLGATE CRUSHER in the middle of the bar! Dean’s friends are cowards like Dean and run away. The jukebox screeches to a halt and starts Free Bird back up where it left off. All is right with the world as Colgate flashes a pearly white smile to the camera with a cheeky wink.