Post by Coffin Puppets on Mar 8, 2010 15:10:36 GMT -5
*A camera catches up with the Coffin Puppets as they wander around the ELF Arena. Core has the Mayhem title slung over his shoulder and the two are engaged in idle conversation.*
Werwulf: I'd say we aren't doing bad. Especially just starting out here.
Manticore: You make it sound like this is your first rodeo. *smirks* There we go, you need a cowboy outfit.
Werwulf: Yea, um...NO. Seriously though, ELF is supposed to be about the Elite, and look what's happened so far. We put Evolve or Die in their places, so well in fact, they cease to exist. You then picked up that lil trinket there and successfully defended it, and I advanced in my first round match for the Elite Championship. Not too shabby huh?
Manticore: Maybe. You gotta get by this Doc Death clown next though, and I wager you don't. And after you get your tush handed to you, I defend against this.. ArKum. Where do all these freaks come from? I mean seriously, what mental facility let all these weirdos run free?
*Wulf just shrugs as they continue on.*
Werwulf: Maybe they're just like those pathetic lil 'Juggalos' or what ever. Ya know, one of those lil cliches where ya gotta act or look crazy and act like it's actually what your life is like.
Manticore: Possibly. Though, that does bring an interesting question to mind. If you think the opposition is a joke, and you obviously think less then highly of most of the wrestlers...just what is your intent here, and why was I drug along?
Werwulf: Ahh.. *he smiles wide* ..my dear Core, that, merely time will tell. For now, let us focus on Havoc.
*Core adjusts his title and nods his head, and the Puppets continue their aimless wandering.*
Werwulf: I'd say we aren't doing bad. Especially just starting out here.
Manticore: You make it sound like this is your first rodeo. *smirks* There we go, you need a cowboy outfit.
Werwulf: Yea, um...NO. Seriously though, ELF is supposed to be about the Elite, and look what's happened so far. We put Evolve or Die in their places, so well in fact, they cease to exist. You then picked up that lil trinket there and successfully defended it, and I advanced in my first round match for the Elite Championship. Not too shabby huh?
Manticore: Maybe. You gotta get by this Doc Death clown next though, and I wager you don't. And after you get your tush handed to you, I defend against this.. ArKum. Where do all these freaks come from? I mean seriously, what mental facility let all these weirdos run free?
*Wulf just shrugs as they continue on.*
Werwulf: Maybe they're just like those pathetic lil 'Juggalos' or what ever. Ya know, one of those lil cliches where ya gotta act or look crazy and act like it's actually what your life is like.
Manticore: Possibly. Though, that does bring an interesting question to mind. If you think the opposition is a joke, and you obviously think less then highly of most of the wrestlers...just what is your intent here, and why was I drug along?
Werwulf: Ahh.. *he smiles wide* ..my dear Core, that, merely time will tell. For now, let us focus on Havoc.
*Core adjusts his title and nods his head, and the Puppets continue their aimless wandering.*