Post by Cornbread Mafia on Mar 20, 2014 0:41:51 GMT -6
Cameron and Shawn Worley stand near the door of a country bar in Carson City, Nevada called the Gem, scanning the old west-looking set-up for a particular face in the crowd.
Cameron Worley: Y’all shoher shill b’heeyer?
Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: Jis cheeyil, Cayam! Shill b’heeyer!
Cameron shrugs.
Cameron Worley: Shoher?
Shawn just shoots him a look.
Shawn Worley: Shay th’ Whirl Chayamp, sh’ain’t goan meyess a maitin jis fo th’ heyelluvit.
Cameron nods as he glances towards the bar. Just as he starts to get board and thinks about getting a drink, his gaze falls upon the very person they’re looking for, UWA World heavyweight champion Aerynn Donnelly.
Cameron Worley: Giz y’rat…
Shawn looks over to his brother.
Shawn Worley: Huh?
Cameron nods to the bar and Shawn looks, finding her amongst the crowd. he smiles and then punches his older brother in the shoulder.
Shawn Worley: Tolya!
Cameron nods slowly, grinning stupidly at Aerynn. As he starts to eyeball her and make comments she really wouldn’t wanna hear, Shawn just glares at him, threatening to punch him again. As they go back and forth, Aerynn is able to locate them. Immediately, she can see what’s going on and can’t help but laugh at both of them. She watches them for a second as Cameron obviously makes another objectionable comment that Shawn refuses to let him off the hook for. She starts to shake her and walk over when suddenly, a police officer bearing a striking resemblance to Travis Tritt from twenty years ago, walks up to the brothers and shakes their hands. Aerynn watches in disbelief as the three men talk amongst themselves for a few seconds, the police officer pulling his notepad out to take something down before he walks back out to the parking lot. Cameron immediately puts on his best “hey baby” smile, Shawn smacking him on the shoulder again for it.
She, in fact, didn't follow them outside. Wasn't her business. And she'd keep it that way. Just because she'd been thrown into a tag team match with Cameron, didn't mean they were suddenly "best friends". Or hell, even really "friends" for that matter. No no. Aerynn had other things on her mind to worry about than the going's on of two "Good Ole' Boys" and their business. Aerynn seen that, "Hey baby." look she was getting from Cameron and physically, she wanted to vomit. He SO wasn't her type. But, being as she had a match to worry about, she put on her best behavior and nodded to both Cameron and Shawn.
Aerynn Donnelly: Lads. Glad ye could meet me t'night. Hope I'm not keepin' ye from anythin' important.
Cameron starts to answer but Shawn gives him an elbow.
Cameron Worley: Wuz thet foer?
Shawn points to Aerynn.
Shawn Worley: Jis geeyiv thayim thowts up…
Cameron shrugs.
Cameron Worley: Aw, wha’eva!
Shawn gives him a look and Cameron seemingly blows his little brother off.
Cameron Worley: Naw, ain’t nuth’n mo impoetint theyin yu, y’all’s the’ chayamp!
Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: Thet Poeleese, he’s kiyin…
She nodded lightly and took another drink from the bottle of Guiness Killian's Red. Only to set it down and look at the two of them. However, she focused on Cameron.
Aerynn Donnelly: So, are ye ready fer Mayhem?
She wanted to make sure that Cameron was ready and that he understood that they were going up against Brody, Gabriel and Pauly. She didn't want any surprises dumped on her again.
Aerynn Donnelly: Are ye gonna be able tae keep yer temper in check with Krown? I know ye got a bone tae pick wit' him.
Cameron Worley: Ahmma beat thet boas ayass!
Aerynn nodded. Only once.
Aerynn Donnelly: Aye, I figured tha' would be tha case. But, in order tae win this match, ye need tae keep a level head. Dinna be goin' in thinkin' yer gonna be hell on wheels, Cam. Tha' may be tha way tae beat Krown. Tha's not tha way tae beat either Pauly.. 'R Broderick. Trust me, I know. On both accounts.
Cameron starts to answer only to catch his brother giving him a, “See, I told you so.” type look.
Cameron Worley: Whatchoo greenin ayat?
Shawn nods to her.
Shawn Worley: Shays th’ Whirl Chayamp, y’all owta leesin tooer! Fala her dayamn leedinall!
She watched the way the two interacted with each other and sat back against her chair. Waiting. Taking another drink of her Guiness, she looked at them and pushed off the stool to stand up.
Her attire for the night was a pair of jeans that looked as if they were painted on. And hugged all the right places. A black tank top that was a mixture of "lady like" and typical Aerynn with chains that hung down the front from side to side and gave a slight "tingle" with she moved. Finish the look off with a pair of black leather knee high heeled boots that those jeans were tucked into.
She looked at both boys and headed outside. Motioning for them to follow her. Shawn nods and both Worley Brothers follow her as instructed.
She led the boys through the bar and then outside. Once they were outside, she headed over to her bike. She looked over to the boys and nodded. Reaching into her back pocket, she pulled out a card.
Aerynn Donnelly: Meet me there in an hour. No questions. Just be there.
With that, she started the engine of that beautiful bike of hers and nodded to them once more before she took off down the street.
Cameron watches her leave while Shawn looks at the card.
Shawn Worley: Whatcha thankin?
Cameron grins.
Cameron Worley: Ahhma thankin… mersa, luk whut jis rolled ot thet wai!
Shawn shakes his incredulously.
Shawn Worley: Yu ain’t har top an yu naw eet!
Cameron nods to the card.
Cameron Worley: Aksed t’mate us, daint sh’?
Shawn shrugs.
Shawn Worley: Prolly t’werk ot!
Cameron smirks.
Cameron Worley: Mabbe, or mabbe eeyit’s Awstra partay!
Shawn rolls his eyes.
Shawn Worley: Yu ain’t een sad eet rat!
Cameron’s eyes go wide with rage.
Cameron Worley: Ahm tallinya eet’s posbull!
Shawn fires right back.
Shawn Worley: An Ahm tallinya yu goon an col thet woem’n a weeitch, yu goan b’eet’n thoo a sraw!
Cameron shakes his head dismissively.
Cameron Worley: Yu jis doan lack thet she lacked me an not yu!
Shawn stares at him, incredulous.
Shawn Worley: Boa, yu eeeinsan!
Cameron Worley: Wha? Cowz sh’ cauled me’ Cayam?
Shawn snorts derisively.
Shawn Worley: Evabody cauls yu Cayam, yu moeron!
Cameron shrugs.
Cameron Worley: Whaeva, ahmagoin!
Shawn nods as if this was a foregone conclusion.
Shawn Worley: Heyell yeyes, we goin!
Cameron points accusingly.
Cameron Worley: Didna invat yu!
Shawn takes a step back.
Shawn Worley: Scayuse me?
Cameron nods.
Cameron Worley: Y’hard me!
Shawn can’t believe his ears.
Shawn Worley: Yu kaint be sarus! Yu dun gotta a mayatch gainst paple yu naw ain’t goin ply far an’ yu goan tayell me t’fuckowf?!!?
Cameron Worley: Ain’t tallinya nuthin yu didna alrady naw!
Shawn just stares at his brother in utter disbelief. Cameron stares back for a second before Shawn punches him in the shoulder yet again.
Shawn Worley: Aw bullsheeit, y’allmose hayad me!
Cameron shrugs.
Cameron Worley: Gotsta joa mahsayelf sumha, dontah?
He nods and the two brothers walk back towards their car, knowing it wouldn’t do well to show up drunk for this.
Cameron Worley: Y’all shoher shill b’heeyer?
Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: Jis cheeyil, Cayam! Shill b’heeyer!
Cameron shrugs.
Cameron Worley: Shoher?
Shawn just shoots him a look.
Shawn Worley: Shay th’ Whirl Chayamp, sh’ain’t goan meyess a maitin jis fo th’ heyelluvit.
Cameron nods as he glances towards the bar. Just as he starts to get board and thinks about getting a drink, his gaze falls upon the very person they’re looking for, UWA World heavyweight champion Aerynn Donnelly.
Cameron Worley: Giz y’rat…
Shawn looks over to his brother.
Shawn Worley: Huh?
Cameron nods to the bar and Shawn looks, finding her amongst the crowd. he smiles and then punches his older brother in the shoulder.
Shawn Worley: Tolya!
Cameron nods slowly, grinning stupidly at Aerynn. As he starts to eyeball her and make comments she really wouldn’t wanna hear, Shawn just glares at him, threatening to punch him again. As they go back and forth, Aerynn is able to locate them. Immediately, she can see what’s going on and can’t help but laugh at both of them. She watches them for a second as Cameron obviously makes another objectionable comment that Shawn refuses to let him off the hook for. She starts to shake her and walk over when suddenly, a police officer bearing a striking resemblance to Travis Tritt from twenty years ago, walks up to the brothers and shakes their hands. Aerynn watches in disbelief as the three men talk amongst themselves for a few seconds, the police officer pulling his notepad out to take something down before he walks back out to the parking lot. Cameron immediately puts on his best “hey baby” smile, Shawn smacking him on the shoulder again for it.
She, in fact, didn't follow them outside. Wasn't her business. And she'd keep it that way. Just because she'd been thrown into a tag team match with Cameron, didn't mean they were suddenly "best friends". Or hell, even really "friends" for that matter. No no. Aerynn had other things on her mind to worry about than the going's on of two "Good Ole' Boys" and their business. Aerynn seen that, "Hey baby." look she was getting from Cameron and physically, she wanted to vomit. He SO wasn't her type. But, being as she had a match to worry about, she put on her best behavior and nodded to both Cameron and Shawn.
Aerynn Donnelly: Lads. Glad ye could meet me t'night. Hope I'm not keepin' ye from anythin' important.
Cameron starts to answer but Shawn gives him an elbow.
Cameron Worley: Wuz thet foer?
Shawn points to Aerynn.
Shawn Worley: Jis geeyiv thayim thowts up…
Cameron shrugs.
Cameron Worley: Aw, wha’eva!
Shawn gives him a look and Cameron seemingly blows his little brother off.
Cameron Worley: Naw, ain’t nuth’n mo impoetint theyin yu, y’all’s the’ chayamp!
Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: Thet Poeleese, he’s kiyin…
She nodded lightly and took another drink from the bottle of Guiness Killian's Red. Only to set it down and look at the two of them. However, she focused on Cameron.
Aerynn Donnelly: So, are ye ready fer Mayhem?
She wanted to make sure that Cameron was ready and that he understood that they were going up against Brody, Gabriel and Pauly. She didn't want any surprises dumped on her again.
Aerynn Donnelly: Are ye gonna be able tae keep yer temper in check with Krown? I know ye got a bone tae pick wit' him.
Cameron Worley: Ahmma beat thet boas ayass!
Aerynn nodded. Only once.
Aerynn Donnelly: Aye, I figured tha' would be tha case. But, in order tae win this match, ye need tae keep a level head. Dinna be goin' in thinkin' yer gonna be hell on wheels, Cam. Tha' may be tha way tae beat Krown. Tha's not tha way tae beat either Pauly.. 'R Broderick. Trust me, I know. On both accounts.
Cameron starts to answer only to catch his brother giving him a, “See, I told you so.” type look.
Cameron Worley: Whatchoo greenin ayat?
Shawn nods to her.
Shawn Worley: Shays th’ Whirl Chayamp, y’all owta leesin tooer! Fala her dayamn leedinall!
She watched the way the two interacted with each other and sat back against her chair. Waiting. Taking another drink of her Guiness, she looked at them and pushed off the stool to stand up.
Her attire for the night was a pair of jeans that looked as if they were painted on. And hugged all the right places. A black tank top that was a mixture of "lady like" and typical Aerynn with chains that hung down the front from side to side and gave a slight "tingle" with she moved. Finish the look off with a pair of black leather knee high heeled boots that those jeans were tucked into.
She looked at both boys and headed outside. Motioning for them to follow her. Shawn nods and both Worley Brothers follow her as instructed.
She led the boys through the bar and then outside. Once they were outside, she headed over to her bike. She looked over to the boys and nodded. Reaching into her back pocket, she pulled out a card.
Aerynn Donnelly: Meet me there in an hour. No questions. Just be there.
With that, she started the engine of that beautiful bike of hers and nodded to them once more before she took off down the street.
Cameron watches her leave while Shawn looks at the card.
Shawn Worley: Whatcha thankin?
Cameron grins.
Cameron Worley: Ahhma thankin… mersa, luk whut jis rolled ot thet wai!
Shawn shakes his incredulously.
Shawn Worley: Yu ain’t har top an yu naw eet!
Cameron nods to the card.
Cameron Worley: Aksed t’mate us, daint sh’?
Shawn shrugs.
Shawn Worley: Prolly t’werk ot!
Cameron smirks.
Cameron Worley: Mabbe, or mabbe eeyit’s Awstra partay!
Shawn rolls his eyes.
Shawn Worley: Yu ain’t een sad eet rat!
Cameron’s eyes go wide with rage.
Cameron Worley: Ahm tallinya eet’s posbull!
Shawn fires right back.
Shawn Worley: An Ahm tallinya yu goon an col thet woem’n a weeitch, yu goan b’eet’n thoo a sraw!
Cameron shakes his head dismissively.
Cameron Worley: Yu jis doan lack thet she lacked me an not yu!
Shawn stares at him, incredulous.
Shawn Worley: Boa, yu eeeinsan!
Cameron Worley: Wha? Cowz sh’ cauled me’ Cayam?
Shawn snorts derisively.
Shawn Worley: Evabody cauls yu Cayam, yu moeron!
Cameron shrugs.
Cameron Worley: Whaeva, ahmagoin!
Shawn nods as if this was a foregone conclusion.
Shawn Worley: Heyell yeyes, we goin!
Cameron points accusingly.
Cameron Worley: Didna invat yu!
Shawn takes a step back.
Shawn Worley: Scayuse me?
Cameron nods.
Cameron Worley: Y’hard me!
Shawn can’t believe his ears.
Shawn Worley: Yu kaint be sarus! Yu dun gotta a mayatch gainst paple yu naw ain’t goin ply far an’ yu goan tayell me t’fuckowf?!!?
Cameron Worley: Ain’t tallinya nuthin yu didna alrady naw!
Shawn just stares at his brother in utter disbelief. Cameron stares back for a second before Shawn punches him in the shoulder yet again.
Shawn Worley: Aw bullsheeit, y’allmose hayad me!
Cameron shrugs.
Cameron Worley: Gotsta joa mahsayelf sumha, dontah?
He nods and the two brothers walk back towards their car, knowing it wouldn’t do well to show up drunk for this.
