Post by Sheena Ramone on Jun 10, 2010 8:21:37 GMT -5
*Enigma is in his seat on a coach flight to Boston, where the original Aussie Rebels were once again teaming up for Tag gold, or as this federation calls it, Co-Op gold. He takes a lean back in his chair, closes his eyes, and thinks back to when he and JK first challenged for a tag team championship; They had won it, however through disqualification when stable members of the opposing teams stable ran out and hit enigma with a steel chair. That event lead to a huge ‘Tag Team Bushfire match’ at XWA Escape, of which the Aussie Rebels won their first piece of Tag Team gold, and were able to hold on to it for a fair amount of time. However, lately JK has been...well...not himself. Enigma didn’t understand it; one moment his best friend was the happiest guy in the world, he had a good career, a good loving family, the world was his for the taking. Then he and Jasmine went out for dinner; they had never been the same since. And it wasn’t as if Enigma hadn’t tried to find out, on the contrary, he had tried to find out what it was that was wrong with him but to no avail, JK would just change the subject straight away. His train of thought was briefly interrupted by a deep Russian accent*
Russian: Grr....Capitalist plane chairs are too tiny; why did we give in to their demands for money Tim?
Tim: Because, JK and that English Australian guy are fighting a former world champion and a giant for the Co-Op titles. No doubt they will be hammered! Do you seriously want to miss that Vlad?
Vlad: Niet, but I would rather walk than stay on tiny plane.
Tim: Yeah? Well this is all I could afford, that Legal case with me and your sister is just taking too damn long....
*Sheena, who was sitting next to Enigma, angrily replies to the two behind them*
Sheena: Oi, you and your fuckin’ boyfriend there better shut the fuck up, or I swear to god I will fuckin’ drop you both right here!
*The one called Vlad balls his hand into a fist, almost wanting to strike her, however, Tim calms him down and Enigma is allowed to return to his train of thought. JK had gone to Boston a few days prior to Enigma; he said he needed to get a quicker escape from LA for this show; could’ve been from that incident that caused him to be so messed up. Whatever the reason, he was already there and possibly gaining some material on their opponents that week. Not that Enigma really cared about the gold on the line, or the fame and fortune, but rather that he could put on the best show possible yet again. Tyvola seemed like the type of competitor who might be distracted long enough by a piece of shiny foil wrap to get a sneak pin on, although he could be incredibly dangerous when focused on the match, so he was one that should be watched carefully too. As for Travis Roberts, he was a competitor who held onto the Global Championship for the longest amount of time before the company folded earlier this year, he was definitely a top notch competitor, however, Enigma is a current world champion, so they could be closer in skill than he thought. But, like he had just thought, it isn’t about the money or fame, it was about entertaining the fans and stealing the show every damn night; and he planned on doing that*
Voice Over: Ladies and Gentlemen, we are about to begin our decent into Boston, please fasten your seatbelts, check that your seat is in the upright position, and that your tray table is up....thank-you for flying with American Airlines, we hope you enjoyed your flight, and we hope to see you again soon.
*Enigma fastens his seatbelt*
Enigma: Show time...
-End-
Russian: Grr....Capitalist plane chairs are too tiny; why did we give in to their demands for money Tim?
Tim: Because, JK and that English Australian guy are fighting a former world champion and a giant for the Co-Op titles. No doubt they will be hammered! Do you seriously want to miss that Vlad?
Vlad: Niet, but I would rather walk than stay on tiny plane.
Tim: Yeah? Well this is all I could afford, that Legal case with me and your sister is just taking too damn long....
*Sheena, who was sitting next to Enigma, angrily replies to the two behind them*
Sheena: Oi, you and your fuckin’ boyfriend there better shut the fuck up, or I swear to god I will fuckin’ drop you both right here!
*The one called Vlad balls his hand into a fist, almost wanting to strike her, however, Tim calms him down and Enigma is allowed to return to his train of thought. JK had gone to Boston a few days prior to Enigma; he said he needed to get a quicker escape from LA for this show; could’ve been from that incident that caused him to be so messed up. Whatever the reason, he was already there and possibly gaining some material on their opponents that week. Not that Enigma really cared about the gold on the line, or the fame and fortune, but rather that he could put on the best show possible yet again. Tyvola seemed like the type of competitor who might be distracted long enough by a piece of shiny foil wrap to get a sneak pin on, although he could be incredibly dangerous when focused on the match, so he was one that should be watched carefully too. As for Travis Roberts, he was a competitor who held onto the Global Championship for the longest amount of time before the company folded earlier this year, he was definitely a top notch competitor, however, Enigma is a current world champion, so they could be closer in skill than he thought. But, like he had just thought, it isn’t about the money or fame, it was about entertaining the fans and stealing the show every damn night; and he planned on doing that*
Voice Over: Ladies and Gentlemen, we are about to begin our decent into Boston, please fasten your seatbelts, check that your seat is in the upright position, and that your tray table is up....thank-you for flying with American Airlines, we hope you enjoyed your flight, and we hope to see you again soon.
*Enigma fastens his seatbelt*
Enigma: Show time...
-End-
