Post by stonedraiders on Jun 28, 2007 11:04:30 GMT -6
Blake Ryder: “Man, I just don’t give a f**k!”
Rex Vinkle: “You said it bro, these bustas ain’t nothin’! What we be doin’ here anyway B?”
Blake Ryder: “We have to wrestle or some shit. Only way we can get money, R.”
Rex Vinkle: “Fo sho.”
These two guys you see talking are known as Stoned Raiders. They’re stoners…that raid. And you guessed it, they’re part of POW now. They may not be real smart, or fast, or strong, but they’re still a tag team that knows how to work together. That’s how they got this far in Kansas City. They were accepted into a place called POW. The reason they join?
Blake Ryder: “Let’s go wrestle to get some cash for our new weed ingredient!”
Rex Vinkle: “You said it B.”
Problem is they didn’t know they were accepted in the New England branch, not Midwest.
Stoned Raiders walked to the entrance of the arena. Just as they were about to enter, a large guy in all black and a headset on stepped in front of them. As guessed, it was a security guard for the large arena. Blake Ryder and Rex Vinkle stepped back, but showed aggressiveness towards the security guard. The guard simply coughed.
Guard: “Sorry boys, can’t enter. You’re not authorized wrestlers here at POW.”
Blake Ryder: “Say whhhaaatt!? We were accepted homie!”
Guard: “Not here. You’ve been transferred to the New England branch. Here’s some money for gas so you can get there. But don’t waste it on other things.”
The guard handed Blake Ryder a block of money. The two partners looked at each other.
Rex Vinkle: “Mayne we got cash! We can get our weed shit now!”
Blake Ryder: “You ain’t a great thinker, huh? If we spend it now, we’ll never get anywhere. We have to make some more money at New England first. We got to head out there and kick some gangsta ass! Let’s head out and show these straight bustas wut be up.”
Rex Vinkle: “Alright, whateva you say.”
Blake Ryder: “Damn right.”
Rex Vinkle: “Shush nig.”
Rex Vinkle: “You said it bro, these bustas ain’t nothin’! What we be doin’ here anyway B?”
Blake Ryder: “We have to wrestle or some shit. Only way we can get money, R.”
Rex Vinkle: “Fo sho.”
These two guys you see talking are known as Stoned Raiders. They’re stoners…that raid. And you guessed it, they’re part of POW now. They may not be real smart, or fast, or strong, but they’re still a tag team that knows how to work together. That’s how they got this far in Kansas City. They were accepted into a place called POW. The reason they join?
Blake Ryder: “Let’s go wrestle to get some cash for our new weed ingredient!”
Rex Vinkle: “You said it B.”
Problem is they didn’t know they were accepted in the New England branch, not Midwest.
Stoned Raiders walked to the entrance of the arena. Just as they were about to enter, a large guy in all black and a headset on stepped in front of them. As guessed, it was a security guard for the large arena. Blake Ryder and Rex Vinkle stepped back, but showed aggressiveness towards the security guard. The guard simply coughed.
Guard: “Sorry boys, can’t enter. You’re not authorized wrestlers here at POW.”
Blake Ryder: “Say whhhaaatt!? We were accepted homie!”
Guard: “Not here. You’ve been transferred to the New England branch. Here’s some money for gas so you can get there. But don’t waste it on other things.”
The guard handed Blake Ryder a block of money. The two partners looked at each other.
Rex Vinkle: “Mayne we got cash! We can get our weed shit now!”
Blake Ryder: “You ain’t a great thinker, huh? If we spend it now, we’ll never get anywhere. We have to make some more money at New England first. We got to head out there and kick some gangsta ass! Let’s head out and show these straight bustas wut be up.”
Rex Vinkle: “Alright, whateva you say.”
Blake Ryder: “Damn right.”
Rex Vinkle: “Shush nig.”