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Post by stonedraiders on Aug 2, 2007 13:20:11 GMT -6
The camera focuses on Blake Ryder and Rex Vinkle, the POW Online Tag Team Champions.
Blake Ryder: “Wait a sec nigga, Online?”
Blake Ryder: “Oh hellz naw.”
Anyway, they’re walking down the streets of Cleveland. They enter a small diner, which has little to none customers inside. They both choose their own booth and relax. The waiter goes over, takes their orders, gets it, comes back etc. Yeah, all that useless shit.
Rex Vinkle: “Yo Blake, so what we be doin’ now?”
Blake Ryder: “I hear dat we gotta face da CIA again, but dis time, online.”
Rex Vinkle: “Fo reelz?”
Blake Ryder: “Fo reelz. But it ain’t for da titles. So dis iz just gangsta anyway.”
Rex Vinkle: “So where da f**k we gonna wrestle then?”
Their dinners arrive.
Blake Ryder: “f**k mayne, at da HQ probs.”
Rex Vinkle: “Dat big buildin’ n shit? Mayne, and it’s da CIA right?”
Blake Ryder: “We all good homie.”
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