Post by Gator on Oct 6, 2018 14:00:11 GMT -8
Gator is having a cigarette leaning against a wall somewhere in the void, where all Xtreme Champions seem to be. He sees Donovan Blackwater strolling down the hall, the Xtreme title over his glorious, broad shoulders. Gator squints his eyes. "Luca? Since when were you Xtreme champ?" Donovan stops and turns with a raised eyebrow. Gator realises his error. "Oh, you're that Blackwell dude."
"Blackwater." Donovan corrects. Gator slaps his forehead.
"Shit my bad dude. Hey, so there was this champ years ago called Mark Flynn. We used to have all these awesome adventures, pretty sure we made a TV show. I dunno, it was fucking fun as all heck though." Gator strolls over and rests his arm on one of Donovan's shoulders. "And I was thinking, you've got super powers. I wear a gimp suit to work. I think together we could create something beautiful." Gator winks. Donovan begins to say something, but Gator shushes his soft, luscious lips with a finger. "Ssshhh. I know what you're thinking, but everything is possible... in the V O I D ~" Gator waves his arm mysteriously and the scene star wipes to Miami, 1982.
Gator wearing a white suit, salmon pink shirt and aviators over his mask drives a luxurious speedboat, Donovan stands at the back of the boat a SMG in hand he fires at several men in all black riding jet-skis, who return fire. "Gator!" He shouts with a weird overly american accent.
"What is it, Donnie?" Gator replies in an even more ridiculous British accent.
"These douchebags are gaining on us!" Donovan continues firing. Gator pauses.
"Dude... Don't you have like mind powers?" Donovan thinks.
"Oh yeah!" Donovan throws the SMG over the side and with a swift movement of his hand parts the waters like Moses parting the red sea. Throwing the enemies off their jet skies and into the murky depths. Gator fist pumps looking back and Donovan gives a cocky nod. The two look forward but it seems too late!
"Gator look out!" Donovan points to the small tiki bar they're speeding too on the sandy shore.
"wwwoooooOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAHHHhhh!!!"
"wwwoooooOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAHHHhhh!!!"
The team scream as their boat crashes into the shore and the pair are launched in slow motion with accompanying sound effect through the roof in the tiki bar but perfectly land on stools, covered in straw they lift a fancy cocktail from in front of the and laugh. Todd, Gator's trusty cameraman rolls onto the scene in a pair of rollerskates. "Donovan! You're my hero!" Todd speeds over for a hug but crashes into Donovan and the two fall to the floor, the fat Todd over the Xtreme champ. Gator throws his arms into the air.
"Todd, you buffoon! I'm going to give you the count of three to get of the wonderful Donovan Blackwater!"
ONE!
TWO!
"Blackwater." Donovan corrects. Gator slaps his forehead.
"Shit my bad dude. Hey, so there was this champ years ago called Mark Flynn. We used to have all these awesome adventures, pretty sure we made a TV show. I dunno, it was fucking fun as all heck though." Gator strolls over and rests his arm on one of Donovan's shoulders. "And I was thinking, you've got super powers. I wear a gimp suit to work. I think together we could create something beautiful." Gator winks. Donovan begins to say something, but Gator shushes his soft, luscious lips with a finger. "Ssshhh. I know what you're thinking, but everything is possible... in the V O I D ~" Gator waves his arm mysteriously and the scene star wipes to Miami, 1982.
Gator wearing a white suit, salmon pink shirt and aviators over his mask drives a luxurious speedboat, Donovan stands at the back of the boat a SMG in hand he fires at several men in all black riding jet-skis, who return fire. "Gator!" He shouts with a weird overly american accent.
"What is it, Donnie?" Gator replies in an even more ridiculous British accent.
"These douchebags are gaining on us!" Donovan continues firing. Gator pauses.
"Dude... Don't you have like mind powers?" Donovan thinks.
"Oh yeah!" Donovan throws the SMG over the side and with a swift movement of his hand parts the waters like Moses parting the red sea. Throwing the enemies off their jet skies and into the murky depths. Gator fist pumps looking back and Donovan gives a cocky nod. The two look forward but it seems too late!
"Gator look out!" Donovan points to the small tiki bar they're speeding too on the sandy shore.
"wwwoooooOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAHHHhhh!!!"
"wwwoooooOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAHHHhhh!!!"
The team scream as their boat crashes into the shore and the pair are launched in slow motion with accompanying sound effect through the roof in the tiki bar but perfectly land on stools, covered in straw they lift a fancy cocktail from in front of the and laugh. Todd, Gator's trusty cameraman rolls onto the scene in a pair of rollerskates. "Donovan! You're my hero!" Todd speeds over for a hug but crashes into Donovan and the two fall to the floor, the fat Todd over the Xtreme champ. Gator throws his arms into the air.
"Todd, you buffoon! I'm going to give you the count of three to get of the wonderful Donovan Blackwater!"
ONE!
TWO!