Post by TheLaw on Feb 16, 2017 18:10:54 GMT -5
Dare Clemmens, or should we say Dom's best impression of the Resilience Champion, is standing in front of the camera, rocking those shades and moving his hand between his -fake- brown hair, flaunting his perfect -fake- smile.
"Hey there my Clemmentines! This is me, your hero, your beloved champion,. This time friends, I want to do something different. My opponent is one tough SOB, so enough with the jokes, enough with the crazy dares... I will show you exactly what will happen this Sunday, when I fight The Law. And to do so, I'm asking for the help of a professional"
Dom/Dare barely holds a chuckle saying that word.
"I will give you all a glimpse on the future, with the help of my manager's girlfriend, the greatest Fortune Teller in the world and AWE's COO!"
He walks down the hallway, reaching a massive door with a handwritten plate on it.
Smiling, he knocks at the door, pushing it open. Behind the massive desk, a blonde haired wig on his head, is American Tommy, wearing a classy black suit, a white shirt, huge -fake- golden earrings and a ring on each finger of his hands. On the desk, in a interesting mingling of technology and esotericism, the laptop he's working on lies next to a gazing ball, a Oujia board and all kind of weird stuff, including a skeleton hand candle holder.
"Hey Kass, sorry to bother you, but as the guy who put you in charge, I need to ask you something."
Lowering his shades, Dom/Dare glances around.
"Have you seen Tony? He still owes me money..."
"Tony is sitting at home watching Fox News waiting to be shipped out of the country. Even I don’t believe he is from Sacramento!"
Our hero shrugs.
"Honestly, does anybody buy it? Anyway, my Clemmentines want to know what future holds for their beloved champ. We all now that I am up to face that old bastard Dominic Lawson. You heard him? He seems so convinced he's going to take the title away from me that made me think... Why don't we hit him with some truth straight outta the future?"
Tommy/Kassandrah nods, taking off her jacket.
"The spirits are not cooperating today. They are being straight bitches running the red tsunami. I know what to do!"
The clairvoyant literally rips the shirt open, revealing a huge pair of -fake- hairy boobs to a surprised Dom/Dare.
"Well that's not what I was meaning but..."
"Gotta let them hang free to talk to the spirits. It gets the energy flowing!"
"You have no idea how much it's flowing Kass!"
"Stop it! I'm Tony's girlfriend, remember? I can’t help it he has a small dick!"
Disappointed, Dare sits back on his chair, snorting and pouting like a kid who's been taken away his favorite toy.
"I knew that what they say about asian men was true.. As for me... Well ask my boy Brad! Anyway... Hit me up if you change your mind okay? "
He winks at the camera, while Tommy/Kassandrah starts shuffling a deck of tarot cards. He then starts placing the first two cards on the desk
“Ah The Fool! I know him, that’s Dom!”
His enthusiasm is soon turned off by the fortune teller.
“You are lucky you are good looking, because you are an idiot. It’s you or Benny Stevens.”
Kass/Tommy grabs the ouija board and moves the triangle to yes.
“It’s definitely you. I feel a tingling in my breasts.”
“What Kass? Seriously, I thought we were on the same team! I put you where you are now, and you call me a fool? Not cool sisterl”
Tommy/Kass slaps Dare/Dom from the other side of the table and points at him.
“Quit looking at my tits, boy! If I was going to give it up to someone other than Tony it’d be Harry Potter. He’s a better man and I don’t have to worry about him getting deported!”
Caught red-handed, our hero takes his eyes off her boobs.
“In tarots, The Fool always represents the protagonist of the story. In fact, as you can see, the Emperor, symbol of domination stands next to it. You are the champion, the top dog in the Resilience Division, and don’t let any drunk Boston idiot tell you otherwise, sweetie.”
Dom/Dare nods, waiting for the next card to be turned.
“And the World are my fans, right?”
Tommy/Kass looks at him worried.
“End of a cycle, dude. This can’t be good. Not sure if it means your title reign or the verbal garbage you spew out on the regular.”
“You chose this card because it has a set of tits in it.”
“I would never do such a thing! I’m a classy lady!”
Shaking her head, she turns two more cards.
Dare stares at her, shocked.
“It was definitely your title reign.”
“...”
“The cards don’t lie, Dare. Dom gonna beat that ass come Sunday.”
Finally, Dom takes off his shade and fake hair, turning serious.
“I hope this little play was to your liking. All the ingredients of a typical Dare Clemmens promo were there, except for the 80’s soundtrack… I couldn’t find a crappy enough song to fit the theme.
But what happens at Massacre? It won’t be fun, son. It won’t be pretty. I don’t expect it to be easy of course.
I am not a fool Dare. I didn’t earned my title shot because I’m friend with people in charge.
I earned it, fighting tooth and nail. And you're right, I cut a corner or two when I needed. The ends justify the means. My goal, has always been that title. I finally have the chance to validate my career. I am not afraid of making enemies. I don’t care how many people I trod on, how many times I stumbled and fell. Everything served its purpose.
Sunday it will be more than a clash of generations. It will be more than a title match.
Sunday it’s about fulfilling Destiny, Dare.
You can’t run from fate. You can’t run from The Law.”
"Hey there my Clemmentines! This is me, your hero, your beloved champion,. This time friends, I want to do something different. My opponent is one tough SOB, so enough with the jokes, enough with the crazy dares... I will show you exactly what will happen this Sunday, when I fight The Law. And to do so, I'm asking for the help of a professional"
Dom/Dare barely holds a chuckle saying that word.
"I will give you all a glimpse on the future, with the help of my manager's girlfriend, the greatest Fortune Teller in the world and AWE's COO!"
He walks down the hallway, reaching a massive door with a handwritten plate on it.
ASSANDRAH
TOPLESS PSYCHIC
AWE COO
Smiling, he knocks at the door, pushing it open. Behind the massive desk, a blonde haired wig on his head, is American Tommy, wearing a classy black suit, a white shirt, huge -fake- golden earrings and a ring on each finger of his hands. On the desk, in a interesting mingling of technology and esotericism, the laptop he's working on lies next to a gazing ball, a Oujia board and all kind of weird stuff, including a skeleton hand candle holder.
"Hey Kass, sorry to bother you, but as the guy who put you in charge, I need to ask you something."
Lowering his shades, Dom/Dare glances around.
"Have you seen Tony? He still owes me money..."
"Tony is sitting at home watching Fox News waiting to be shipped out of the country. Even I don’t believe he is from Sacramento!"
Our hero shrugs.
"Honestly, does anybody buy it? Anyway, my Clemmentines want to know what future holds for their beloved champ. We all now that I am up to face that old bastard Dominic Lawson. You heard him? He seems so convinced he's going to take the title away from me that made me think... Why don't we hit him with some truth straight outta the future?"
Tommy/Kassandrah nods, taking off her jacket.
"The spirits are not cooperating today. They are being straight bitches running the red tsunami. I know what to do!"
The clairvoyant literally rips the shirt open, revealing a huge pair of -fake- hairy boobs to a surprised Dom/Dare.
"Well that's not what I was meaning but..."
"Gotta let them hang free to talk to the spirits. It gets the energy flowing!"
"You have no idea how much it's flowing Kass!"
"Stop it! I'm Tony's girlfriend, remember? I can’t help it he has a small dick!"
Disappointed, Dare sits back on his chair, snorting and pouting like a kid who's been taken away his favorite toy.
"I knew that what they say about asian men was true.. As for me... Well ask my boy Brad! Anyway... Hit me up if you change your mind okay? "
He winks at the camera, while Tommy/Kassandrah starts shuffling a deck of tarot cards. He then starts placing the first two cards on the desk
“Ah The Fool! I know him, that’s Dom!”
His enthusiasm is soon turned off by the fortune teller.
“You are lucky you are good looking, because you are an idiot. It’s you or Benny Stevens.”
Kass/Tommy grabs the ouija board and moves the triangle to yes.
“It’s definitely you. I feel a tingling in my breasts.”
“What Kass? Seriously, I thought we were on the same team! I put you where you are now, and you call me a fool? Not cool sisterl”
Tommy/Kass slaps Dare/Dom from the other side of the table and points at him.
“Quit looking at my tits, boy! If I was going to give it up to someone other than Tony it’d be Harry Potter. He’s a better man and I don’t have to worry about him getting deported!”
Caught red-handed, our hero takes his eyes off her boobs.
“In tarots, The Fool always represents the protagonist of the story. In fact, as you can see, the Emperor, symbol of domination stands next to it. You are the champion, the top dog in the Resilience Division, and don’t let any drunk Boston idiot tell you otherwise, sweetie.”
Dom/Dare nods, waiting for the next card to be turned.
“And the World are my fans, right?”
Tommy/Kass looks at him worried.
“End of a cycle, dude. This can’t be good. Not sure if it means your title reign or the verbal garbage you spew out on the regular.”
“You chose this card because it has a set of tits in it.”
“I would never do such a thing! I’m a classy lady!”
Shaking her head, she turns two more cards.
“It was definitely your title reign.”
“...”
“The cards don’t lie, Dare. Dom gonna beat that ass come Sunday.”
Finally, Dom takes off his shade and fake hair, turning serious.
“I hope this little play was to your liking. All the ingredients of a typical Dare Clemmens promo were there, except for the 80’s soundtrack… I couldn’t find a crappy enough song to fit the theme.
But what happens at Massacre? It won’t be fun, son. It won’t be pretty. I don’t expect it to be easy of course.
I am not a fool Dare. I didn’t earned my title shot because I’m friend with people in charge.
I earned it, fighting tooth and nail. And you're right, I cut a corner or two when I needed. The ends justify the means. My goal, has always been that title. I finally have the chance to validate my career. I am not afraid of making enemies. I don’t care how many people I trod on, how many times I stumbled and fell. Everything served its purpose.
Sunday it will be more than a clash of generations. It will be more than a title match.
Sunday it’s about fulfilling Destiny, Dare.
You can’t run from fate. You can’t run from The Law.”