01-02-2007, 12:33 AM
The glossy red boots. The skin tight spandex. The el chucacabre mask. The troubador had arrived. Struting down the hall, he was a sight to behold. Calm and collected on the outside, inside he was full of excitement. Tonight was his big debut. Soon the world would know his name. El Supremo Hombre.
His mind caught up in thoughts of glory, he didn't notice the other man until they had run into each other. Bleching in Hombre's face, the chubby wrestler muttered an apology and moved to go around. Greasy fingers slid over the large man's shiny new outfit, causing him to frown in dismay.
Then the encounter was over. The other wrestler was gone and Surpremo was left by himself. But it wasn't over. Bursting into the General Manager's office, El Hombre bore down on his desk like a hurricane.
"I want to fight that punta who got his nastiness all over me. Tonight."
Looking at his employee incredulously, Burter replied, "Who?"
"That fat ass greasy sunovabitch!"
"Oh. You mean Buukin. Well, my answer is..."
OOC: Burter?
His mind caught up in thoughts of glory, he didn't notice the other man until they had run into each other. Bleching in Hombre's face, the chubby wrestler muttered an apology and moved to go around. Greasy fingers slid over the large man's shiny new outfit, causing him to frown in dismay.
Then the encounter was over. The other wrestler was gone and Surpremo was left by himself. But it wasn't over. Bursting into the General Manager's office, El Hombre bore down on his desk like a hurricane.
"I want to fight that punta who got his nastiness all over me. Tonight."
Looking at his employee incredulously, Burter replied, "Who?"
"That fat ass greasy sunovabitch!"
"Oh. You mean Buukin. Well, my answer is..."
OOC: Burter?