Promo: Bushmills and rantings...

[Guest Insanityman]

OoC: Once again Hardy installed a peep camera in the locker room; we can all safely assume it was to catch a peek at Candice…

 

 

 

(Inside a well-furnished locker room two people inhabit the space. With the mandatory black, leather over-stuffed couches and one over-stuffed black, leather chair. Candice lays out on the couch letting her hair flow messily on her shoulders, and a low-cut tan shirt and faded jeans. She looks at Tim Dillon in concern while he takes another steady swig out of his famous family crest in-graved flask).

 

“You know what Candice?” Tim voice says, while you can tell he’s been at his favorite beverage, he’s still sober.

 

“Yes?” She replies staring straight into his eyes.

 

Tim took another swig and smacks his lips, “This is bullshit! How’d I lose?”

 

“It happens honey…” Candice reassures and she gives a small shrug.

 

“Not to me!” Tim snaps and then grumbles his apology. Candice slowly sits up concerned.

 

“Ah, come on… just rant it out.” Candice insists and Tim’s head sinks. “Please?” She begs.

 

Tim’s head suddenly looks up and his blonde hair is wet as he watered it down. The water slowly drips onto his black shamrock patched skate shoes, and he sighs.

 

“I lost my biggest match yet! Plus, now I’ve got Leon under some mental breakdown. Not my fault he’s so slow he couldn’t even avoid our attacks!” Tim Dillon rants, and Candice nods pretending to comprehend.

 

“Can I ask you a question?” Tim asks his newfound girlfriend.

 

“Of course!” She exclaims, almost taken aback.

 

“I’m on the verge of the state of nirvana! I get anguished by me’ emotions very easily, my lass.” He adds in and then collapses into Gaelic. “Fugue? Pfft. Fugue? Fugue?”

 

“That’s his name, m’love.” Candice jokes and Dillon gives her an angry look.

 

“I’m facing the Music Man gone psycho? My right hook will take that laddie down!” Another quick swig, and Candice giggles at the Music Man reference.

 

“Now wait, WHEN I win this match… and WHEN I get my World title shot,” Tim begins, “it’ll be against an old crust?”

 

Another giggle, “The way the ball bounces…”

 

“The ball can bounce from England to Ireland, I want to fight someone who won’t drop dead! Or be old enough to be me’ grandpa’.” His accent getting heavier and he takes another sip at the flask.

 

“Back on the big goof, Leon Sharpe thinks he can take me out? Operative word is think here lassie (and Candice growls), sorry Candice, I’ll show that t-shirt shilling, blarney speaking, empty threatening, son of a bitch!”

 

“Ah, he’s a good guy…” Candice begins to defend, but is cut off.

 

“He can kiss my arse! I’ll beat him down so bad that I’ll stuff him in that duffel bag!” Dillon continues to rant, emotions getting ahead of him.

 

“What about Kamikaze?” Candice asks as she begins to lie back down and she flips her hair away.

 

“He’s fine with me… and so is Dangerous for all I care.” Dillon says and he gives out a long sigh.

 

“Fugue and Leon are my properties… my only worries.” And with that Tim feels much better and he slowly stands up. He starts stalking towards Candice who looks up concerned.

 

Candice is suddenly bombarded by Dillon tickling her, as she goes into laughing hysterics and the battery of the camera conveniently runs out…

 

(Somewhere in Afghanistan, Insane Luchador having grown a dirty, full beard screams in a raspy voice towards the figures walking towards him. His shirt ripped off and his upper body covered in sand, Andrew Rickmen stumbles down and crawls towards the man. He stares at his map realizing he’s only a few hundred paces away. Suddenly U.S. Marine troops are seen stalking around with their guns. One private notices IL and swings his gun towards him.

 

“It’s alive! We’ve got Bin Laden!” He says excitely and then everyone swings their guns at IL. Insane Luchador reads his match which commands him to ask someone for directions to a man’s home.

 

“No, I’m not Bin Laden?” (“Damn it.” They all grumbled). “I’m searching for the Muffin- yes, the Muffin Man. Do you know him?”

 

“The Muffin Man?”

 

“Yeah, says he lives on some lane…” IL flashes his map. Andrew Rickmen in desperation crawls onto one of their shiny boats and drools on them. The solider feels free to slam the BUTT of his gun on the ex True Plague and knocks IL out, yet again).

 

OoC: Should of used Duracell.

[Guest SupaTaft]

Nice promo. Talk the smack and don't smoke the crack.

 

Or sniff cocke...

 

I'm anxious to see where IL is heading.

 

-Taft

[Guest Ace309]

Nice. I like the development of Dillon's character, and Rickmen's treasure hunt gets better and better.