Post by atlas on Apr 20, 2006 5:47:45 GMT -5
The camera comes into focus as Atlas lays side ways on a couch. One leg planted firmly on the arm. His hand rested on the television remote. He’s watching taped episodes of PCW wrestling. He looks up to see the camera man gives the thumbs up to start. He nods and sets up. “I thought I’d send another promo out. I know nobody can get enough of me” He clicks off the television and looks directly into the camera. “You know I’ve had thoughts about our little feud Peggy, and I don’t think it’s necessary.” He winks at the camera. “I mean what reason is there for us to be at odds?” Atlas gives a half smile. The type that suggests he’s up to something. “This match isn’t even really that important. I mean after all, we both know you can’t take me. We can wrestle around for a bit, I’ll even let you get some grapples in. After a few minutes you can lay down and I’ll pin you 1.2.3. “
He leans back against the couch, plops his feet onto the coffee table. “Hell, why don’t we just say screw this match and go get some beers.” He reaches down in front of the couch and picks up a two leader of Dr. Pepper, guzzles it for a moment. “I’m not a big beer fan, but they the occasional beer never hurt nobody. Am I right? Atlas reaches into a pocket and pulls out a cigarette and lighter. “Do you smoke? No? Me neither, bad habit to have. He tosses both aside. “Tell yah what man, we skip the match this weekend I’ll by yah dinner.” He’s smiles another sly smile. “Take my offer man I strongly recommend it. I’d really hate to beat you like a small dog.” The smile fades and he has a plain look on his face. “I don’t need to threaten you. That’s not what I’m here for. We’re cool you and I.” Pats himself on the chest, right next to the heart. “Hey I didn’t mean most the things I said before about you, and God, and stuff. I got respect for the Good book. Hell I’d of taken the apple, screw the snake. Who cares what he thinks right?”
Atlas leans back against the couch. He’s lying down but still looking into the camera. He looks at his watch for a second then drops his arm down against the couch. “Well I got a young lady coming in fifteen minutes so I should start wrapping up here man. But you think about my offer. You can save yourself a whole lot of embracement.” He looks toward the door and back at the watch. Fourteen minutes left. “In the end you will make the final decision. We can either be good friends, or I can bust your skull open with a led pipe. Honestly doesn’t matter too much with me. I’d rather not humiliate you in front of the Good Lord.” He looks at his watch, and then the door. Atlas stands from the couch smiling “Well here we go I’ll be back in five minutes.”
The scene fades to black, and then comes back. Atlas has on a pair of blue jeans, a tee-shirt with the word BONDAGE in large letters, and a red jacket with blue stripes. The jacket has the picture of a tiger and the SJH football team on it. “Don’t want you getting the wrong idea man; I graduated high school years ago.” He laughs and walks to the door. As he reaches for the knob, a knock comes from the other side. He opens the door to reveal an extremely attractive brunette. She looks like a very mature sixteen or very young nineteen. He waves back toward the camera. “Well I guess I’ll see you at the show. Glad we could have this little conferenc
He leans back against the couch, plops his feet onto the coffee table. “Hell, why don’t we just say screw this match and go get some beers.” He reaches down in front of the couch and picks up a two leader of Dr. Pepper, guzzles it for a moment. “I’m not a big beer fan, but they the occasional beer never hurt nobody. Am I right? Atlas reaches into a pocket and pulls out a cigarette and lighter. “Do you smoke? No? Me neither, bad habit to have. He tosses both aside. “Tell yah what man, we skip the match this weekend I’ll by yah dinner.” He’s smiles another sly smile. “Take my offer man I strongly recommend it. I’d really hate to beat you like a small dog.” The smile fades and he has a plain look on his face. “I don’t need to threaten you. That’s not what I’m here for. We’re cool you and I.” Pats himself on the chest, right next to the heart. “Hey I didn’t mean most the things I said before about you, and God, and stuff. I got respect for the Good book. Hell I’d of taken the apple, screw the snake. Who cares what he thinks right?”
Atlas leans back against the couch. He’s lying down but still looking into the camera. He looks at his watch for a second then drops his arm down against the couch. “Well I got a young lady coming in fifteen minutes so I should start wrapping up here man. But you think about my offer. You can save yourself a whole lot of embracement.” He looks toward the door and back at the watch. Fourteen minutes left. “In the end you will make the final decision. We can either be good friends, or I can bust your skull open with a led pipe. Honestly doesn’t matter too much with me. I’d rather not humiliate you in front of the Good Lord.” He looks at his watch, and then the door. Atlas stands from the couch smiling “Well here we go I’ll be back in five minutes.”
The scene fades to black, and then comes back. Atlas has on a pair of blue jeans, a tee-shirt with the word BONDAGE in large letters, and a red jacket with blue stripes. The jacket has the picture of a tiger and the SJH football team on it. “Don’t want you getting the wrong idea man; I graduated high school years ago.” He laughs and walks to the door. As he reaches for the knob, a knock comes from the other side. He opens the door to reveal an extremely attractive brunette. She looks like a very mature sixteen or very young nineteen. He waves back toward the camera. “Well I guess I’ll see you at the show. Glad we could have this little conferenc