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Post by FCPW President Mac Dunney on Mar 31, 2021 1:21:23 GMT
All roleplays for this match to be posted here.
Deadline is Friday, April 9 at 11:59pm EST.
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Post by thebarnburners on Apr 10, 2021 1:44:17 GMT
We open on Gally and Chucky in their side by side recliners in the living room of their apartment, feet up as they sit back, beers in hand, the sounds of a hockey game coming from the TV they face.
Gally: “Been a good week, buddy. Killed it at the gym.”
Chucky: “Murdered it at the gym, bro. Aced leg day.”
Gally: “Leg day all day buddy! Crushed chest and tris.”
Chucky: “Poppin’ pecs like bubble wrap bud! Smashed backs and bis.”
Gally: “Keepin’ our chins up on those chin ups, bro. Pounded out shoulders and core too.”
Chucky: “Shoulders like boulders and abs you can grate cheese on, buddy. Fuckin’ specimens, that’s what we are.”
Gally: “Damn right bud. Got our cardio in too.”
Chucky: “Wind sprints, stairs, hill sprints, rocked the rowing machine too. Fucking cardiovascular machines bro. We go long and we go hard.”
The two share a fist bump before taking long drinks of their beers.
Chucky: “So you got this Tristan Veidt guy. We know anything about him?”
Gally: “Big cat, I know that. Lotsa tattoos. That’s all I got buddy.”
Chucky: “So what’s the plan then, bud?”
Gally: “Speed, skill and tenacity bro. Wear him down, wear him out, Snipe, pin and back to the locker room for a beer. How about you? You got Tees and Walker buddy.”
Chucky: “Tees is a challenge buddy. That jumping piledriver is no joke. But unless we get lucky and him and that Wraith guy are already out of the Turmoil match before we get in, we’re gonna have to beat him eventually.”
Gally: “Fuck, that Wraith guy creeps me out bad buddy.”
Chucky: “Fuckin’ right bud. Gives me the willies. But for Sunday, I’m thinking might be best to try and neutralize Tees and then go Wheel on Walker. Put Petey in plank position, pick up a pin.”
Gally: “Nice alliteration buddy.”
Chucky: “Thanks buddy.”
A buzzing sound can be heard, both men digging their cellphones from their pockets.
Gally: “My rocket’s in the elevator bud!”
Chucky: “Mine’s coming up the stairs buddy! Time to score some takedowns!”
Gally: “Rock some socks!”
The two jump up from their chairs, chugging back their beers before fist bumping once more, the shot fading out as they go to the door to greet a blonde and a redhead waiting there for them.
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