Post by Cornbread Mafia on Sept 17, 2014 22:40:23 GMT -6
Sitting together in a bar in Las vegas, two hardcore carolina accents meet the ears of anyone within earshot as Cameron and Shawn Worley contemplate their roles in the UWA Universe.
Cameron Worley: Man…
Shawn just shakes his head.
Shawn Worley: I don’t think we gonna like this match, man.
Cameron nods.
Cameron Worley: Yeah, I know.
He pauses, both brothers glancing towards the door.
Cameron Worley: Even if we’s ready for the match, they got them Angels and then them no-face, no balls havin’ hoodie people too.
Shawn just shakes his head.
Shawn Worley: And that’s not even countin’...
Cameron raises his hand to stop his brother short.
Cameron Worley: Don’t give them whiny motherfuckers any credence at all. They’ve had two chances to prove they should have been in that fucking title match and what did they do in both of ‘em?
Shawn starts to shrug but Cameron shakes his head.
Cameron Worley: Naw, naw, see, they done got they asses handed to them by us in the cage match THEY called for and wanted so badly and then after all they bitchin’, moanin’ and complainin’, how did they do against them sisters from New Orleans?
Shawn nods knowingly.
Shawn Worley: They got they’s heads kicked off.
Cameron nods assertively.
Cameron Worley: Damn right they did! They don’t deserve a goddamn thing no more! They had they chance and they done pissed it away like it was so much of that bullshit they’s spewing all over the place about getting fucked in the first place!
Shawn shrugs.
Shawn Worley: They couldn’t have just been added?
Cameron laughs the idea off completely.
Cameron Worley: What for? They’d already lost to us twice and now they’ve lost to them Kenyons twice too. If they wanted that spot all they had to do was win one of them matches and it ain’t even matter anymore. They beat us just once in them last two matches we had, game over, they ain’t even talking about us with that match, but naw, they couldn’t get the damn job done so they didn’t get that spot. So now, they get another chance at gettin’ in that spot and they fucked it up again so too damn bad! Ain’t nobody feel bad for ya, son, you walked around tellin’ everybody you was so much better than them and now you proved you was either wrong or lyin’ and ain’t nobody really give a damn which because you was such arrogant pricks about it!
Shawn nods his agreement on this one.
Shawn Worley: I spose that’s true.
Cameron nods, not really finding the whole thing funny.
Cameron Worley: Hell yeah cause you notice, when it was just us not getting booked by McBride, it was because we, “wasn’t interesting” but now that it’s them too, oh shit, stop the presses, the company’s gone to hell because they wasn’t on one damn internet pay-per-view show!
Shawn shrugs again slightly.
Shawn Worley: Well, they weren’t booked on a lot of shows.
Cameron just gives his brother a look.
Cameron Worley: Was they allowed in the buildings?
Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: Yeah…
Cameron nods pointedly.
Cameron Worley: Was we?
Shawn shakes his head.
Shawn Worley: No.
Cameron nods pointedly again.
Cameron Worley: Did they still get exactly what they wanted even after all that whinin’, whingin’, bitchin’, moaning’, complainin’ and turnin’ theyselves into Kyle Travis’ biotches?
Shawn nods acknowledgingly.
Shawn Worley: More or less, yeah.
Cameron glances to the door again before shaking his head.
Cameron Worley: And now they’s just done run out of ways to say they was born better when every time they get in the ring they prove otherwise so now it’s time to just pitch a damn fit like fucking babies…
Shawn chuckles.
Shawn Worley: Is kinda sad when ya think about it like that, ain’t it?
Cameron nods in agreement.
Cameron Worley: So now, I spose it’s time to deal with the ones who admit right up front they’s Children.
Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: Think McBride’ll admit right off that he kept us out?
Cameron shrugs in annoyance.
Cameron Worley: He’ll probably just try to tell us we didn’t matter or somethin’.
Shawn frowns.
Shawn Worley: But if he kept us out of the building and off the cards, how can he claim we didn’t matter? Wouldn’t intentionally trying to keep us out of the picture mean he totally thought we mattered?
Cameron nods knowingly.
Cameron Worley: Yeah… and that’d be the second place them idiots are horribly wrong. They keep saying the Children’s time is over, the Children are done, the Children ain’t threats and don’t matter no more.
Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: They’s people ain’t never been huntin’ before, ya figure?
Cameron nods, his eyes showing his level of agreement.
Cameron Worley: Exactly what I been thinkin’. McBride ain’t dead, he’s been wounded and slunk off to lick them wounds.
Shawn shakes his head, obviously concerned.
Shawn Worley: Man, ain’t nothin’ more dangerous than a wounded animal with somethin’ to fight for.
Cameron nods his agreement again, both of them getting lost in that thought for a second.
Shawn Worley: Whatcha think we should do? I mean, like you said, McBride and Maiko ain’t never come alone and now they’s got somethin’ to prove somethin’ fierce especially with Travis shootin’ his damn mouth off the way he is.
Cameron nods.
Cameron Worley: Reckon we should thank him for that, shouldn’t we?
Shawn sits back in his seat while his brother glances down for a second.
Cameron Worley: Hmm… you know… maybe we should…
Shawn frowns in confusion.
Shawn Worley: Maybe we should… what?
Cameron grins.
Cameron Worley: Hey, there’s only one reason he’d see us as a threat…
Shawn stares at his brother for a second and then nods.
Shawn Worley: Call ‘em?
Cameron nods.
Cameron Worley: Call ‘em.
Shawn thinks on this for a second.
Shawn Worley: You sure we wanna do this?
Cameron shrugs.
Cameron Worley: We either call ‘em or we hope everyone else ain’t too wrapped up in they own shit to come help us when the numbers game starts up.
Shawn ponders this for a second and then nods.
Shawn Worley: You’re right, call ‘em.
Cameron pulls out his phone and hits the first number on speed dial.
Cameron Worley: Waylon? It’s Cam… y’all come to Vegas?
He smiles, nodding happily as an idea starts to take shape.
Cameron Worley: Man…
Shawn just shakes his head.
Shawn Worley: I don’t think we gonna like this match, man.
Cameron nods.
Cameron Worley: Yeah, I know.
He pauses, both brothers glancing towards the door.
Cameron Worley: Even if we’s ready for the match, they got them Angels and then them no-face, no balls havin’ hoodie people too.
Shawn just shakes his head.
Shawn Worley: And that’s not even countin’...
Cameron raises his hand to stop his brother short.
Cameron Worley: Don’t give them whiny motherfuckers any credence at all. They’ve had two chances to prove they should have been in that fucking title match and what did they do in both of ‘em?
Shawn starts to shrug but Cameron shakes his head.
Cameron Worley: Naw, naw, see, they done got they asses handed to them by us in the cage match THEY called for and wanted so badly and then after all they bitchin’, moanin’ and complainin’, how did they do against them sisters from New Orleans?
Shawn nods knowingly.
Shawn Worley: They got they’s heads kicked off.
Cameron nods assertively.
Cameron Worley: Damn right they did! They don’t deserve a goddamn thing no more! They had they chance and they done pissed it away like it was so much of that bullshit they’s spewing all over the place about getting fucked in the first place!
Shawn shrugs.
Shawn Worley: They couldn’t have just been added?
Cameron laughs the idea off completely.
Cameron Worley: What for? They’d already lost to us twice and now they’ve lost to them Kenyons twice too. If they wanted that spot all they had to do was win one of them matches and it ain’t even matter anymore. They beat us just once in them last two matches we had, game over, they ain’t even talking about us with that match, but naw, they couldn’t get the damn job done so they didn’t get that spot. So now, they get another chance at gettin’ in that spot and they fucked it up again so too damn bad! Ain’t nobody feel bad for ya, son, you walked around tellin’ everybody you was so much better than them and now you proved you was either wrong or lyin’ and ain’t nobody really give a damn which because you was such arrogant pricks about it!
Shawn nods his agreement on this one.
Shawn Worley: I spose that’s true.
Cameron nods, not really finding the whole thing funny.
Cameron Worley: Hell yeah cause you notice, when it was just us not getting booked by McBride, it was because we, “wasn’t interesting” but now that it’s them too, oh shit, stop the presses, the company’s gone to hell because they wasn’t on one damn internet pay-per-view show!
Shawn shrugs again slightly.
Shawn Worley: Well, they weren’t booked on a lot of shows.
Cameron just gives his brother a look.
Cameron Worley: Was they allowed in the buildings?
Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: Yeah…
Cameron nods pointedly.
Cameron Worley: Was we?
Shawn shakes his head.
Shawn Worley: No.
Cameron nods pointedly again.
Cameron Worley: Did they still get exactly what they wanted even after all that whinin’, whingin’, bitchin’, moaning’, complainin’ and turnin’ theyselves into Kyle Travis’ biotches?
Shawn nods acknowledgingly.
Shawn Worley: More or less, yeah.
Cameron glances to the door again before shaking his head.
Cameron Worley: And now they’s just done run out of ways to say they was born better when every time they get in the ring they prove otherwise so now it’s time to just pitch a damn fit like fucking babies…
Shawn chuckles.
Shawn Worley: Is kinda sad when ya think about it like that, ain’t it?
Cameron nods in agreement.
Cameron Worley: So now, I spose it’s time to deal with the ones who admit right up front they’s Children.
Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: Think McBride’ll admit right off that he kept us out?
Cameron shrugs in annoyance.
Cameron Worley: He’ll probably just try to tell us we didn’t matter or somethin’.
Shawn frowns.
Shawn Worley: But if he kept us out of the building and off the cards, how can he claim we didn’t matter? Wouldn’t intentionally trying to keep us out of the picture mean he totally thought we mattered?
Cameron nods knowingly.
Cameron Worley: Yeah… and that’d be the second place them idiots are horribly wrong. They keep saying the Children’s time is over, the Children are done, the Children ain’t threats and don’t matter no more.
Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: They’s people ain’t never been huntin’ before, ya figure?
Cameron nods, his eyes showing his level of agreement.
Cameron Worley: Exactly what I been thinkin’. McBride ain’t dead, he’s been wounded and slunk off to lick them wounds.
Shawn shakes his head, obviously concerned.
Shawn Worley: Man, ain’t nothin’ more dangerous than a wounded animal with somethin’ to fight for.
Cameron nods his agreement again, both of them getting lost in that thought for a second.
Shawn Worley: Whatcha think we should do? I mean, like you said, McBride and Maiko ain’t never come alone and now they’s got somethin’ to prove somethin’ fierce especially with Travis shootin’ his damn mouth off the way he is.
Cameron nods.
Cameron Worley: Reckon we should thank him for that, shouldn’t we?
Shawn sits back in his seat while his brother glances down for a second.
Cameron Worley: Hmm… you know… maybe we should…
Shawn frowns in confusion.
Shawn Worley: Maybe we should… what?
Cameron grins.
Cameron Worley: Hey, there’s only one reason he’d see us as a threat…
Shawn stares at his brother for a second and then nods.
Shawn Worley: Call ‘em?
Cameron nods.
Cameron Worley: Call ‘em.
Shawn thinks on this for a second.
Shawn Worley: You sure we wanna do this?
Cameron shrugs.
Cameron Worley: We either call ‘em or we hope everyone else ain’t too wrapped up in they own shit to come help us when the numbers game starts up.
Shawn ponders this for a second and then nods.
Shawn Worley: You’re right, call ‘em.
Cameron pulls out his phone and hits the first number on speed dial.
Cameron Worley: Waylon? It’s Cam… y’all come to Vegas?
He smiles, nodding happily as an idea starts to take shape.
