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Post by Vinny Falcone on Feb 8, 2011 2:33:25 GMT -5
You two RP here.
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Post by Dipper Brothers (Mike & Joe) on Feb 8, 2011 14:41:06 GMT -5
Camera comes on several hours after the GWA Wrestlecade PPV has concluded. We see the Dipper Brothers in their locker room talking as they change their clothes after getting showers because the GWA staff and roster have been invited to Bruno Falcone's club/whorehouse called The Chicken Ranch. Both men seem to be in damn good moods.
Joe Dipper: Well big brother let me start by saying congrats. Then let me say thanks.
Mike Dipper: Thanks alot little bro. But why are you thanking me ?
Joe Dipper: Because you carried the team out there again tonight and you helped me get a little revenge on those two flea infested mutts the Bulldogs.
Mike Dipper: Bro I was only doing what a big brother should be doing. It really is no big deal. So lets not make a thing out of it. Ok ?
Joe Dipper: Ok bro. But just because you don't think it's a big deal. Does not mean it's not a big deal to me.
Mike Dipper: Ok then. Lets just finish getting ready so we can head to the club. Because I am ready to get my grove on.
Joe Dipper: Yeah bro I am hoping Gina is working tonight. Her and I always have a great time together at the club.
Mike Dipper: Of course you do dumb ass. Thats hers damn job. She is doing exactly what she is told to do. Make you feel like your the only man she wants and bam!!!! you spend more money than you should bro.
Joe Dipper: Yeah maybe but damn is it worth it. And don't be pissed bro because she chose me over you.
Mike Dipper: What ever youngster. Everyone knows she like em small. Hahahahaha.
Joe Dipper: Take that back right now. Or...
Mike Dipper: Or what ? You going to tell mom on me.
Joe Dipper: Your damn right I will. Because you and I both know she loves me more than she loves you.
Mike Dipper: If you say so punk.
They finish getting ready and start to head out the locker room when Mike suddenly stops. And grabs his GWA TV Championship and places it over his left shoulder as the exit the locker room and walkdown the hallway and disappear into the parking lot.
Camera fades to black
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Camera comes back on and the Dipper Bros are setting at a vip both inside The Chicken Ranch. They are enjoying some nice big t-bone steaks. Mike is having a baked potato and side salad with his while Joe is having steak fries and a side of apple sauce.
Mike Dipper: Well hows the food bro ?
Joe Dipper: Best damn steak I ever had. And yours ?
Mike Dipper: Its good but not as good as you know who can make.
Joe Dipper: Don't go there bro.
Just then Mike's opponent for this Sunday Trip Master comes walking over to the table.
Trip: Well if it aint the by God GWA TV Champion himself. I see you brought my title with you.
TBC by Trip Master
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Post by tripmaster1 on Feb 13, 2011 3:04:55 GMT -5
STOLEN!
"I don't know what you're doing here, but I sure as hell didn't bring this belt for you, asshole," Mike Dipper says, glaring up at Trip Master.
Trip looks back and forth between the two Dipper brothers, who have now put down their forks in preparation of whatever scuffle was about to happen.
"Listen, don't be a Dipper, Dipshit," Trip says. He shakes his head. "I mean...You know what I mean."
"What are you trying to say, buddy?" Joe Dipper says, standing up. "We should fear you?"
Trip shrugs and looks at Joe dismissively. "I don't believe myself to be Godzilla, so no, I'm not saying that. I just want that belt. Right now, I mean. The FBI is confiscating it as evidence that Mike Dipper real name is Mike Dipshit."
"That does it! You son of a---!" Joe hauls off and starts to swing.
POOOFFF!!!
In an instant, Joe is staggering backward over the table, with a face full of red mist. Trip casually blows it in the younger Dipper's face and nonchalantly pushes him backward. The man lands on the table, definitely ruining the celebratory feast. Mike, of course, shoots into action and springs from his cushioned booth seat, only to be clotheslined by Trip Master. As Mike joins his younger sibling atop the table, his eyes can make out the image of Joey Falcone standing by the bar, not too far away, holding a martini in one hand and chuckling. The GWA bigwig seems to be thoroughly enjoying this.
"F-Falcone!" Mike sits up, still on top of his brother, and tries to make a B-Line for the well-dressed man, enraged that he'd put Trip Master up to this shit. But he, too, receives a cloud of the stinging red vapor in his eyes just as his feet hit the floor. This seems to cause Falcone, some twelve feet away, to laugh heartily, and both Dipper brothers can hear it very well.
Trip Master catches Mike in a bodyslam and plants him on the steakhouse's hard, tiled floor. The wind goes right out of him, and he can't see shit.
"AGH!" Dipper gasps, but that's all the protest he can summish. Trip Master gives him a kick to the ribs, while Joe just barely starts getting up and clearing the red shit out of his eyes. Trip Master reaches over Mike and plucks the Television title off the booth.
"I'll just relieve you of that," he says, smiling. "Like I said, I'm confiscating this on behalf of the FBI. Plus, I like shiny things." Trip Master gives Mike one more good kick to the ribcage as he walks out the door, taking the TV strap with him. Falcone squats down and looks at Mike Dipper, still writhing on his back.
"Just business, son. I have plans for Trippy there and I need to keep him happy. So he's gonna hold on to that belt for a while. Maybe you can even still call it your belt after you face him." He stands up and looks at the man on the floor. "I doubt it, but maybe." Falcone straightens his sport jacket and heads out the door.
Joe Dipper gets down on to the floor next to his brother.
"Don't worry, bro...We'll get that son of a bitch..."
Mike sits up, slowly, and sticks his tongue out. It, like the rest of his face, is covered in the red mist Trip Master spewed at both Dippers.
"Jesus," Mike says, his face a mask of disgust, "Stuff 'astes 'ike SHIT!"
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