Post by Sang Réal on Jun 23, 2015 5:58:52 GMT -6
The scene opens to the interior of a tailor shop. This one seems to specialize in men’s suits. This is not a chain store with suits on racks for people to spend their minimum wage paychecks on in an attempt to like the way their look or because they are too fat to wear regular people clothing. This is a privately owned shop. This is where Sang Réal comes for their suits.
Gabriel Krown looks through the various shirts that are hanging up. Connor Murphy is looking through a few of the suits, as if examining them. This seems ironic as the two are, as always, wearing suits.
Murphy: “We would like to take this opportunity to point out that we actually never believed Sentinel was stalking Jeszika Gautier and we would like to point out that we told you so.”
Krown: “We were right. How weird is that? Huh? Huh? We were right and you were all wrong. That makes a victory for us!”
Murphy: “And so once again, we find ourselves in another six man tag team match against Sentinel.”
Krown moves over to look at the ties, holding up a red one and looking it over before he puts it back.
Krown: “This does seem to be a reoccurring theme in our lives.”
Murphy: “However, this time around, we are not teamed with some drugged up gutter skank like Lacey Roberts.”
Krown: “Quite possibly the least classy person there is in the UWA.”
Murphy looks up from the suits, nodding in agreement and then going back to the suits, looking at a black one.
Murphy: “Sure she is the longest reigning UWA Television Champion, or was, but that doesn’t negate the fact she’s a drug using whore who runs off to cry to mommy or goes into a despression spiral when she loses one match.”
Krown: "Such a disappointment. Even when she wins, she still goes to daddy because she is a part-time waitress, because she is just Daddy's little tramp.”
Murphy: “However, this time around, we are teaming with a man of class, ambition, and character in Vince Jones. Yes, there are some that call him a thug, and we can see that, because he is a violent man.”
Krown: “He really is. We blame the upbringing. It is just so tragic when kids get involved with gangs and whatnot. Oh well, what are you going to do?”
Murphy: “We see a great competitor, not as great as us, but still great. A man of drive and ambition, much like us actually. He is also a family man, which we have to respect.”
Krown: “And he is a property owner, in that Silver Baron is his property and he owns him for a few weeks. It is such a tragedy when a pimp becomes a bitch. If only he had kept his pimp hand strong.”
Murphy: “Such is a great shame when a pimp’s hand goes weak, but unfortunately Silver Baron was far too busy trying to hold back the vicious killing machine that is Oblivion to keep his pimp hand strong.”
Krown: “Probably could have used Oblivion at Spring Slaughter.”
Murphy: “And he’s a Las Vegas pimp. That should be a mighty pimp hand.”
Krown: “You would expect it. Sort of like how you would have expected Donzig, a blue collar slob from a working-class city like Pittsburg to go into the ring and drop Jeszika Gautier with a mighty punch as many can, but it did not happen.”
Murphy stops and looks up, raising an eyebrow.
Murphy: “Wow. What an obscure reference. Is he even still alive?”
Krown shrugs a bit.
Krown: I don’t know. It’s like he lost that one match and then just crawled under a rock to die somewhere or something.”
Murphy: “Well I suppose it makes sense he would as you would have to believe that Pittsburg was ashamed he couldn’t knock some woman out with one punch.”
Shaking his head, Krown makes a “tsk, tsk, tsk” sound as he does so.
Krown: “Truly shameful.”
Murphy: “Vince Jones is a welcome change from some of the other partners we have had in the past.”
Clapping his hands together, the technical half of the UWA Tag Team Champions lookins upward and opens his hands as if offering thanks to God.”
Krown: “Oh and such a welcomed change it is.”
Murphy: “We first had Craven.”
Krown: “Yeah, he somehow went from stalking Skylar, who was protected by the Sin City Knights in an attempt to hide from her stalker, and somehow ended up becoming a member of their group. We are not sure how that happened. We are also not totally sure if that is what happened. We honestly do not care in the least about his backstory at all.”
Murphy: “Do not care in the least.”
Krown: “Not at all.”
Murphy: “Then we had to team with Lacey Roberts.”
Krown: “Lacey Roberts, living proof that the UWA does not drug test at all…ever.”
Murphy: “Because who doesn’t want to bathe in Purell and take six showers after a match or try to get rid of the contact high from the smell of their partner?”
Krown: “Not me.”
Murphy: “Sure, he may be a cocky and violent thug, but as far as we can tell, Vince Jones is clean, disease free and more than likely not going to show up to the match high, unlike someone we know.”
Krown: “Pretty sure she’s been high during a match or two. We could ask.”
Murphy: “So we step into the ring with Sentinel and the Cornbread Mafia.”
Krown: “We’re always willing to get into the ring a UWA World Champion, but Shawn and Cameron this is starting to become sad.”
Murphy: “Do you think we are stupid? We see what is happening here. We see what is going on. One year ago, it was us, Sang Réal, versus you inside the steel cage. Now here we are, heading to that same event and we can’t help notice you two are trying to get back into the ring with us. Why? Do you two actually think you can win the titles on your third time, or that we would give you a title shot?”
Krown: “We thought about it for a while, but then you two went and lost to Cole Hunter and Artemis. I mean you two are an experienced tag team and you lost to a stalker and his plucky sidekick. That’s just shameful. And somehow that should qualify you for a shot at these titles, titles you have failed to win twice, and one of those times was against a team that was literally pulled out of someone’s ass to face you. So no, you are not getting a shot until you prove you have earned it.”
Murphy: “Were you hoping it would be inside the steel cage? Were you hoping that we would want to recapture what we had last year and make it far more spectacular than it was last year? Are you two trying to prove you two are still relevant? Are you trying to prove that you still matter?”
Krown: “Well you two are not relevant and you don’t still matter. You two really haven’t mattered for awhile.”
Murphy: “The fact of the matter is that you did beat us a few weeks ago. But then you ruined it by losing to Cole Hunter and Artemis, so how can we really justify giving you a shot?”
Krown: “An argument can be made that the stalker and his sidekick deserve the shot instead as they beat you.”
Murphy: “We are the UWA World Tag Team Champions. We are not here for you to use to relive past glory when you feel like your star has fallen. We are not like some pair of old jeans for you to put on because we are comfortable.”
Krown: “That’s right! We are not your sister-cousins or your rape sheep!”
Connor Murphy looks up, gesturing with his arms in a sort of “what’s up with that” or more accurately “what the hell?” gesture, looking a bit shocked at what his partner said.
Murphy: “What the hell?”
Gabriel Krown looks somewhat surprised by his partner’s reaction, making a similar gesture.
Krown: “What?”
Murphy: “Hicks of the southern United States are not sheep rapists. That is a cruel and unfair stereotype. They are pig rapists, because according to most of the south, that, along with marrying your sister or cousin, who often is the same person, is acceptable while interracial and same sex couples and sodomy is not acceptable.”
Silently mouthing “Ah”, Krown points his finger at Murphy, wagging it a little as if he realizes his partner is right.
Krown: “You’re right. I apologize to all the god-fearing hicks of the south. That’s my bad.”
Murphy: “See, we feel that your arrogance, your belief that we, the UWA Tag Team Champions Sang Réal, are just here for you to compete against whenever you feel like you need to be relevant or to try and relive some sort of past glory you should not the title shot without earning it.”
Krown: “Other teams deserve a shot, like maybe Bene Elohim, or maybe Silver Baron and Fraser Freeman, if Vince Jones lets him out to reform the Sin City Knights, and Freeman wants to, or maybe Cole Hunter and Artemis, or some other random combination, or even K.I.S.S. if they do not explode into sister-on-sister violence within the next week.”
Murphy: “That is why we propose something like a battle royal open to everyone where the last two people in the ring get the shot at the UWA Tag Team Championships or some sort of match between the various UWA tag teams where the winning team gets a title shot.”
Krown: “We’re still ironing out the details. We’re more the idea guys, not the details guys. We’ll let Georgio and other people figure it out. But you have to admit that it would be a pretty good match and it would be entertaining. We would be curious to see who wins, be it a legitimate tag team or two random people just pulled out of someone’s ass, and what type of match it would be.”
Murphy: “But who knows, maybe, just maybe, you might actually win this and impress someone enough to earn the shot. However, we know you are going to screw that up, because you’ve screwed up every other title match you’ve been in.”
Krown: “You are not good enough to be champions. Sooner or later, probably later as you two are stupid and drunk on moonshine, you will realize that you two will never be champions. We, on the other hand, were born to be champions.”
Sang Réal’s brawler, the son of the Irish wrestling legend Shaemus Murphy steps away from the suits and turns, showing off his tailor made suit.
Murphy: “Look at us. We have the look of champions. We carry ourselves as champions. We were born to be champions and we act like it. You do not have that.”
Krown: “You two are inbred, drunken hicks.”
Murphy: “You are not good enough to be champion, not like Vince Jones or Sentinel, who is the first male UWA World Champion in history. We were always meant to be champion. You have had two opportunities to win the titles and you failed both times. We did it in our first opportunity. The third time will not be the charm.”
Krown: “We are fairly sure of that as no one bothered to test Lacey Roberts. And really, there have only been like fifteen champions in UWA history out of thirteen reigns, seven have been male while eight have been female, which I am not how to react to.”
Murphy: “No, Cornbread Mafia, you are not Sentinel or Vince Jones. Everyone has been looking at them and waiting for the day they would finally, finally become a champion. The writing has been on the wall since the day Sentinel came to the UWA that he would be a champion. This was a given with him. Vince Jones shocked the world when he beat Kyle Travis in a triple threat match. No one saw it coming. You two do not have that.”
Krown shakes his head, like he is disappointed or something.
Krown: “Shawn, Cameron, you two are not championship material.”
Murphy: “Now we would like to congratulate Sentinel on becoming the UWA World Heavyweight Champion. The last time we saw him win a title was years ago when he won a tag title right before the place shut down. He never really had a chance to enjoy being champion, which is about the first week before you realize everyone is gunning for you.”
Krown: “Technically, they never lost the APW Tag Team Championships. They technically are still champions, so the reign has to be record setting. We are talking years.”
Murphy: “Yes now you, Sentinel, have finally attained the one title that seems to get defended more often than every other title, which means everyone wants a shot at you. We will admit that we would like a chance at the UWA Championships ourselves, but we are going to reign as UWA Tag Team Champions.”
Krown nods in agreement as he turns away from the ties.
Krown: “Who wouldn’t? It is the UWA World Heavyweight Championship. It is the most desired title in this company, the one that gets all the hype, the buzz, and defended nearly ever pay-per-view. It’s the one everyone wants.”
Murphy: “You have to admire the people who have thrown their names in. Cole Hunter frames you in an overly elaborate scheme that I think most people would really upset about. Vince Jones decided to simply cost you a match, which worked much better actually. It was just so much simpler actually.”
Krown: “It really was. No fuss, no muss, just cost the champion a match and get his attention. You cannot argue with it when it seems to have worked because this match is happening.”
Murphy: “Sentinel, you have captured glory. You have become the UWA World Champion. Now you have the target on your back. And you are teaming with two people who will never, and can never be champions. Cornbread Mafia, time and time again you have tried to rise to the top only to fall. We have risen. This is our time to reign. It is our time. Sentinel has risen and someone is going to take him down. We have risen, but you two are not going to be the team that takes us down.”
Krown: “You are not good enough, and you never will be. Accept it and leave us alone, because we are not here to make you relevant. We did that already. We build you up and you squandered it. We’re not going to waste our time again.”
The brawler of Sang Réal stops looking through the suits for a moment and looks away from them. He smirks a bit, showing that arrogance that has come to be expected of Sang Réal.
Murphy: “So let’s see if the Cornbread Mafia can help Sentinel get a little bit of revenge on Vince Jones, or if they just drag him down, because no one cares that they are here in the UWA and no one cares about them at all. Or maybe, just maybe, we, the UWA Tag Team Champions, the most dominant team in the UWA today, and Vince Jones, the man who would be UWA World Champion, beat the champion and the wannabe champions. That’s Murphy’s Law.”
Krown: “Because we are pretty confident that we can beat you two, because we have done it before and we’re going to do it again, and you just cannot underestimate Vince Jones. This is not a six man tag team match. It’s a handicap match, and you two are Sentinel’s handicap. That’s Checkmate.”
Murphy gestures to himself and his partner.
Murphy: “We are Sang Réal.”
Krown: “And we were born to be champions.”
With his hands in something of a claw gesture, but with his thumbs out, Krown moves them over his waist making the championship gesture most often seen being done by a challenger rather than a champion. However, the gesture does not seem lacking as Sang Réal are the reigning champions. Murphy makes the same gesture, but then lifts his arm up like he is holding a title.
The scene fades out as Sang Réal stops gesturing. Murphy picks up a navy blue three piece suit, looking it over and considering it. Krown looks at it and nods, giving the thumbs up.
Gabriel Krown looks through the various shirts that are hanging up. Connor Murphy is looking through a few of the suits, as if examining them. This seems ironic as the two are, as always, wearing suits.
Murphy: “We would like to take this opportunity to point out that we actually never believed Sentinel was stalking Jeszika Gautier and we would like to point out that we told you so.”
Krown: “We were right. How weird is that? Huh? Huh? We were right and you were all wrong. That makes a victory for us!”
Murphy: “And so once again, we find ourselves in another six man tag team match against Sentinel.”
Krown moves over to look at the ties, holding up a red one and looking it over before he puts it back.
Krown: “This does seem to be a reoccurring theme in our lives.”
Murphy: “However, this time around, we are not teamed with some drugged up gutter skank like Lacey Roberts.”
Krown: “Quite possibly the least classy person there is in the UWA.”
Murphy looks up from the suits, nodding in agreement and then going back to the suits, looking at a black one.
Murphy: “Sure she is the longest reigning UWA Television Champion, or was, but that doesn’t negate the fact she’s a drug using whore who runs off to cry to mommy or goes into a despression spiral when she loses one match.”
Krown: "Such a disappointment. Even when she wins, she still goes to daddy because she is a part-time waitress, because she is just Daddy's little tramp.”
Murphy: “However, this time around, we are teaming with a man of class, ambition, and character in Vince Jones. Yes, there are some that call him a thug, and we can see that, because he is a violent man.”
Krown: “He really is. We blame the upbringing. It is just so tragic when kids get involved with gangs and whatnot. Oh well, what are you going to do?”
Murphy: “We see a great competitor, not as great as us, but still great. A man of drive and ambition, much like us actually. He is also a family man, which we have to respect.”
Krown: “And he is a property owner, in that Silver Baron is his property and he owns him for a few weeks. It is such a tragedy when a pimp becomes a bitch. If only he had kept his pimp hand strong.”
Murphy: “Such is a great shame when a pimp’s hand goes weak, but unfortunately Silver Baron was far too busy trying to hold back the vicious killing machine that is Oblivion to keep his pimp hand strong.”
Krown: “Probably could have used Oblivion at Spring Slaughter.”
Murphy: “And he’s a Las Vegas pimp. That should be a mighty pimp hand.”
Krown: “You would expect it. Sort of like how you would have expected Donzig, a blue collar slob from a working-class city like Pittsburg to go into the ring and drop Jeszika Gautier with a mighty punch as many can, but it did not happen.”
Murphy stops and looks up, raising an eyebrow.
Murphy: “Wow. What an obscure reference. Is he even still alive?”
Krown shrugs a bit.
Krown: I don’t know. It’s like he lost that one match and then just crawled under a rock to die somewhere or something.”
Murphy: “Well I suppose it makes sense he would as you would have to believe that Pittsburg was ashamed he couldn’t knock some woman out with one punch.”
Shaking his head, Krown makes a “tsk, tsk, tsk” sound as he does so.
Krown: “Truly shameful.”
Murphy: “Vince Jones is a welcome change from some of the other partners we have had in the past.”
Clapping his hands together, the technical half of the UWA Tag Team Champions lookins upward and opens his hands as if offering thanks to God.”
Krown: “Oh and such a welcomed change it is.”
Murphy: “We first had Craven.”
Krown: “Yeah, he somehow went from stalking Skylar, who was protected by the Sin City Knights in an attempt to hide from her stalker, and somehow ended up becoming a member of their group. We are not sure how that happened. We are also not totally sure if that is what happened. We honestly do not care in the least about his backstory at all.”
Murphy: “Do not care in the least.”
Krown: “Not at all.”
Murphy: “Then we had to team with Lacey Roberts.”
Krown: “Lacey Roberts, living proof that the UWA does not drug test at all…ever.”
Murphy: “Because who doesn’t want to bathe in Purell and take six showers after a match or try to get rid of the contact high from the smell of their partner?”
Krown: “Not me.”
Murphy: “Sure, he may be a cocky and violent thug, but as far as we can tell, Vince Jones is clean, disease free and more than likely not going to show up to the match high, unlike someone we know.”
Krown: “Pretty sure she’s been high during a match or two. We could ask.”
Murphy: “So we step into the ring with Sentinel and the Cornbread Mafia.”
Krown: “We’re always willing to get into the ring a UWA World Champion, but Shawn and Cameron this is starting to become sad.”
Murphy: “Do you think we are stupid? We see what is happening here. We see what is going on. One year ago, it was us, Sang Réal, versus you inside the steel cage. Now here we are, heading to that same event and we can’t help notice you two are trying to get back into the ring with us. Why? Do you two actually think you can win the titles on your third time, or that we would give you a title shot?”
Krown: “We thought about it for a while, but then you two went and lost to Cole Hunter and Artemis. I mean you two are an experienced tag team and you lost to a stalker and his plucky sidekick. That’s just shameful. And somehow that should qualify you for a shot at these titles, titles you have failed to win twice, and one of those times was against a team that was literally pulled out of someone’s ass to face you. So no, you are not getting a shot until you prove you have earned it.”
Murphy: “Were you hoping it would be inside the steel cage? Were you hoping that we would want to recapture what we had last year and make it far more spectacular than it was last year? Are you two trying to prove you two are still relevant? Are you trying to prove that you still matter?”
Krown: “Well you two are not relevant and you don’t still matter. You two really haven’t mattered for awhile.”
Murphy: “The fact of the matter is that you did beat us a few weeks ago. But then you ruined it by losing to Cole Hunter and Artemis, so how can we really justify giving you a shot?”
Krown: “An argument can be made that the stalker and his sidekick deserve the shot instead as they beat you.”
Murphy: “We are the UWA World Tag Team Champions. We are not here for you to use to relive past glory when you feel like your star has fallen. We are not like some pair of old jeans for you to put on because we are comfortable.”
Krown: “That’s right! We are not your sister-cousins or your rape sheep!”
Connor Murphy looks up, gesturing with his arms in a sort of “what’s up with that” or more accurately “what the hell?” gesture, looking a bit shocked at what his partner said.
Murphy: “What the hell?”
Gabriel Krown looks somewhat surprised by his partner’s reaction, making a similar gesture.
Krown: “What?”
Murphy: “Hicks of the southern United States are not sheep rapists. That is a cruel and unfair stereotype. They are pig rapists, because according to most of the south, that, along with marrying your sister or cousin, who often is the same person, is acceptable while interracial and same sex couples and sodomy is not acceptable.”
Silently mouthing “Ah”, Krown points his finger at Murphy, wagging it a little as if he realizes his partner is right.
Krown: “You’re right. I apologize to all the god-fearing hicks of the south. That’s my bad.”
Murphy: “See, we feel that your arrogance, your belief that we, the UWA Tag Team Champions Sang Réal, are just here for you to compete against whenever you feel like you need to be relevant or to try and relive some sort of past glory you should not the title shot without earning it.”
Krown: “Other teams deserve a shot, like maybe Bene Elohim, or maybe Silver Baron and Fraser Freeman, if Vince Jones lets him out to reform the Sin City Knights, and Freeman wants to, or maybe Cole Hunter and Artemis, or some other random combination, or even K.I.S.S. if they do not explode into sister-on-sister violence within the next week.”
Murphy: “That is why we propose something like a battle royal open to everyone where the last two people in the ring get the shot at the UWA Tag Team Championships or some sort of match between the various UWA tag teams where the winning team gets a title shot.”
Krown: “We’re still ironing out the details. We’re more the idea guys, not the details guys. We’ll let Georgio and other people figure it out. But you have to admit that it would be a pretty good match and it would be entertaining. We would be curious to see who wins, be it a legitimate tag team or two random people just pulled out of someone’s ass, and what type of match it would be.”
Murphy: “But who knows, maybe, just maybe, you might actually win this and impress someone enough to earn the shot. However, we know you are going to screw that up, because you’ve screwed up every other title match you’ve been in.”
Krown: “You are not good enough to be champions. Sooner or later, probably later as you two are stupid and drunk on moonshine, you will realize that you two will never be champions. We, on the other hand, were born to be champions.”
Sang Réal’s brawler, the son of the Irish wrestling legend Shaemus Murphy steps away from the suits and turns, showing off his tailor made suit.
Murphy: “Look at us. We have the look of champions. We carry ourselves as champions. We were born to be champions and we act like it. You do not have that.”
Krown: “You two are inbred, drunken hicks.”
Murphy: “You are not good enough to be champion, not like Vince Jones or Sentinel, who is the first male UWA World Champion in history. We were always meant to be champion. You have had two opportunities to win the titles and you failed both times. We did it in our first opportunity. The third time will not be the charm.”
Krown: “We are fairly sure of that as no one bothered to test Lacey Roberts. And really, there have only been like fifteen champions in UWA history out of thirteen reigns, seven have been male while eight have been female, which I am not how to react to.”
Murphy: “No, Cornbread Mafia, you are not Sentinel or Vince Jones. Everyone has been looking at them and waiting for the day they would finally, finally become a champion. The writing has been on the wall since the day Sentinel came to the UWA that he would be a champion. This was a given with him. Vince Jones shocked the world when he beat Kyle Travis in a triple threat match. No one saw it coming. You two do not have that.”
Krown shakes his head, like he is disappointed or something.
Krown: “Shawn, Cameron, you two are not championship material.”
Murphy: “Now we would like to congratulate Sentinel on becoming the UWA World Heavyweight Champion. The last time we saw him win a title was years ago when he won a tag title right before the place shut down. He never really had a chance to enjoy being champion, which is about the first week before you realize everyone is gunning for you.”
Krown: “Technically, they never lost the APW Tag Team Championships. They technically are still champions, so the reign has to be record setting. We are talking years.”
Murphy: “Yes now you, Sentinel, have finally attained the one title that seems to get defended more often than every other title, which means everyone wants a shot at you. We will admit that we would like a chance at the UWA Championships ourselves, but we are going to reign as UWA Tag Team Champions.”
Krown nods in agreement as he turns away from the ties.
Krown: “Who wouldn’t? It is the UWA World Heavyweight Championship. It is the most desired title in this company, the one that gets all the hype, the buzz, and defended nearly ever pay-per-view. It’s the one everyone wants.”
Murphy: “You have to admire the people who have thrown their names in. Cole Hunter frames you in an overly elaborate scheme that I think most people would really upset about. Vince Jones decided to simply cost you a match, which worked much better actually. It was just so much simpler actually.”
Krown: “It really was. No fuss, no muss, just cost the champion a match and get his attention. You cannot argue with it when it seems to have worked because this match is happening.”
Murphy: “Sentinel, you have captured glory. You have become the UWA World Champion. Now you have the target on your back. And you are teaming with two people who will never, and can never be champions. Cornbread Mafia, time and time again you have tried to rise to the top only to fall. We have risen. This is our time to reign. It is our time. Sentinel has risen and someone is going to take him down. We have risen, but you two are not going to be the team that takes us down.”
Krown: “You are not good enough, and you never will be. Accept it and leave us alone, because we are not here to make you relevant. We did that already. We build you up and you squandered it. We’re not going to waste our time again.”
The brawler of Sang Réal stops looking through the suits for a moment and looks away from them. He smirks a bit, showing that arrogance that has come to be expected of Sang Réal.
Murphy: “So let’s see if the Cornbread Mafia can help Sentinel get a little bit of revenge on Vince Jones, or if they just drag him down, because no one cares that they are here in the UWA and no one cares about them at all. Or maybe, just maybe, we, the UWA Tag Team Champions, the most dominant team in the UWA today, and Vince Jones, the man who would be UWA World Champion, beat the champion and the wannabe champions. That’s Murphy’s Law.”
Krown: “Because we are pretty confident that we can beat you two, because we have done it before and we’re going to do it again, and you just cannot underestimate Vince Jones. This is not a six man tag team match. It’s a handicap match, and you two are Sentinel’s handicap. That’s Checkmate.”
Murphy gestures to himself and his partner.
Murphy: “We are Sang Réal.”
Krown: “And we were born to be champions.”
With his hands in something of a claw gesture, but with his thumbs out, Krown moves them over his waist making the championship gesture most often seen being done by a challenger rather than a champion. However, the gesture does not seem lacking as Sang Réal are the reigning champions. Murphy makes the same gesture, but then lifts his arm up like he is holding a title.
The scene fades out as Sang Réal stops gesturing. Murphy picks up a navy blue three piece suit, looking it over and considering it. Krown looks at it and nods, giving the thumbs up.