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Post by drsmith on Jun 29, 2013 15:48:11 GMT -4
Dr. Smith sits at the table, sipping his lemonade with his title belt sitting beside him. He looks at the title, shaking his head.
Dr. Smith: Cursed, that's what you are. I used to do great as a wrestler...well, okay, good anyway. Then I won you, and now I'm losing all the time. I don't know, is it just me? Is my will to win gone now that I have the prize? Or did a wrestler in the past who owned you die in the ring, his last breath a curse placed upon anyone wearing his title?! Could I be doomed to defeat after defeat?!
The waitress walks up, raising an eyebrow.
Waitress: Uh, are you okay? Can I get you anything?
Looking at her, then back at his title, Dr. Smith clears his throat.
Dr. Smith: Uh, sorry, just talking to myself. Since you don't seem to serve arnie palmers here, please keep the lemonade coming. When I order something with free refills I plan on getting my money's worth!
The waitress smiles in a placating way as she slowly backs away.
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Post by Black Spirit on Jul 1, 2013 15:36:36 GMT -4
ooc: A sad fact is that our 3 main titles have been held by guys that have departed. It’s strange but things like these happen when you get to know so many guys from around the world.
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Post by drsmith on Jul 1, 2013 19:22:47 GMT -4
OOC: Wow, and here I just thought it would be a good "he's gone funny in the head" sort of angle.
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