Post by Vinnie Lane on Oct 5, 2018 5:45:49 GMT -8
Vinnie Lane walks down the remodeled X-Treme Wing of the XWF HQ which is currently floating on its island high above the city of [REDACTED]. He has his cell phone to his ear as he inspects the decor - portraits of X Champions of yesteryear, such as Tall Peter Gilmour, Fat Peter Gilmour, Not As Fat Peter Gilmour, and, of course, Maverick.
"Yeah dude, it's weird... like... I bought this football team, right? And it's a bunch of chicks in their underpants. It's freakin' AWESOME, dude. Nip slips and wedgies EVERYWHERE. Plus I based it in Mexico City, so you know there's just hot latina babes everywhere down there... I haven't felt this lucky since when I kept accidentally winning the X-Treme Title a few months back... speaking of which..."
Vinnie pauses as he sees a workman installing a Donovan Blackwater painting on the wall. It's high quality stuff. Oils on canvas. It shows Donovan leaning against a fireplace with a tumbler of scotch in his hand as a quartet of violinists play behind him.
"Dude what is this?"
Vinnie asks incredulously, tugging on the workman's coveralls and gesturing broadly to the oversized painting in its carved wood frame.
"Dis is da new paintin' boss. Donnie asked we do it early this time, I figured what the hey. Guess he knew some artsy fartsy painter and got it all done last week - he says da invoice is on ya desk."
"WHAT!? Heck no dude! First of all, the portraits don't go up until he's a FORMER X-Treme Champion! Those are the rules! Second of all, we have an in house art team for stuff like this! For crap's sake, Scully's portrait was a paint by number and it cost twenty dollars! This looks like it belongs in a mueseum!"
"Indeed it do, sir... indeed it do... I can't even put it into woids..."
The workman dabs at the tears forming in his eyes with a hankie, then continues.
"They shoulda sent a poet."
Vinnie's hands begin to shake as visions of six-figure invoices dance in his head. Finally he grabs the portrait off the wall and throws it to the hallway floor. He stands on top of it, stomping in anger, pinning the painting to the concrete floor beneath his pink snake skin boots.
"This isn't fair dude! It isn't FAIR!"
Vinnie stomps once...
Twice...
....
"Yeah dude, it's weird... like... I bought this football team, right? And it's a bunch of chicks in their underpants. It's freakin' AWESOME, dude. Nip slips and wedgies EVERYWHERE. Plus I based it in Mexico City, so you know there's just hot latina babes everywhere down there... I haven't felt this lucky since when I kept accidentally winning the X-Treme Title a few months back... speaking of which..."
Vinnie pauses as he sees a workman installing a Donovan Blackwater painting on the wall. It's high quality stuff. Oils on canvas. It shows Donovan leaning against a fireplace with a tumbler of scotch in his hand as a quartet of violinists play behind him.
"Dude what is this?"
Vinnie asks incredulously, tugging on the workman's coveralls and gesturing broadly to the oversized painting in its carved wood frame.
"Dis is da new paintin' boss. Donnie asked we do it early this time, I figured what the hey. Guess he knew some artsy fartsy painter and got it all done last week - he says da invoice is on ya desk."
"WHAT!? Heck no dude! First of all, the portraits don't go up until he's a FORMER X-Treme Champion! Those are the rules! Second of all, we have an in house art team for stuff like this! For crap's sake, Scully's portrait was a paint by number and it cost twenty dollars! This looks like it belongs in a mueseum!"
"Indeed it do, sir... indeed it do... I can't even put it into woids..."
The workman dabs at the tears forming in his eyes with a hankie, then continues.
"They shoulda sent a poet."
Vinnie's hands begin to shake as visions of six-figure invoices dance in his head. Finally he grabs the portrait off the wall and throws it to the hallway floor. He stands on top of it, stomping in anger, pinning the painting to the concrete floor beneath his pink snake skin boots.
"This isn't fair dude! It isn't FAIR!"
Vinnie stomps once...
Twice...
....