Post by T Money on Dec 21, 2010 18:21:51 GMT -5
The ring slowly starts to fill with every one that Icy didn’t call out every one trying to jump aboard the Raven Vision switches from it’s black screen to Sweet Money sat on a leather chair with his feet up on the desk.
Sweet Money: Hey guys how you all doing.
Rocking the leather chair back and forth as the camera pans out showing that Sweet is holding a young baby in his arms. The baby is wrapped up in a black and gold blanket. Sweet moves his hand up to his face and slips his glasses down his nose looking down at the baby Sweet smiles then looks back up.
Sweet Money: I see every one out there wanting to know who’s the daddy… is it Jolly Holidays?
Looking down at the bundle in his arms then back up at the camera with a smirk. Holding up a hand and rocking it back and forth.
Sweet Money: Maybe.. Maybe not. Is It Raisin Sharp. I all fairness it may be his I mean all baby’s are bailed a chubby right.
The fans and some of the people laugh at Sweet’s jokes even making Icy crack a smile.
Sweet Money: I’m not sure Jolly is firing full rounds is he… any way that don’t matter must be whisky dick or some thing . Who else we have out there trying to score some air time off the Money’s backs.
Looking closely at the monitor Sweet lets out a loud laugh his head leaning back as he gets himself together.
Sweet Money: Is that my boy Freak-Hula out there with cha. Well Freaky could it be yours.
Shaking his head with a disgusted look on his face.
Sweet Money: Lets hope not for the love of God I hope not… May be it’s the new guys Amale SunderAss.
She looks up at the screen more then pissed screaming some thing up at Sweet but with the cheering from the fans it’s hard to make out what she is saying. Sweet just waves it off and continues.
Sweet Money: Hell lets throw a twist up in here. Maybe Icy is a hermaphrodite and impregnated herself or just maybe the real father of this baby is about to come on out right about now.
The Raven Vision fades and the entrance way is engulfed in green smoke. The music booms out of the pa system and the very well dressed man comes walking out. The smoke covers him from head to toe. The wrestlers in the ring look up as the man becomes clear walking through the smoke.
Allyson Cowell: OMG it’s The Real Deal T Money!!!
Simon Layfiled: Oh well then that just shows how much of a family man he is now don’t it.
T smiles and waves making the fans charge the guard rail making the security guards earn they pay. T holding a large cup of soft drink, sucking on the straw T makes his way over to the commentary team sitting down next to Allyson.
Simon Layfiled: What are you doing back out here T don’t tell me you’re the baby’s father.
Allyson Cowell: Give over Simon and show Mr. Money some respect he’s a veteran and a Hall Of Fame.
T Money: That’s touching Ally but to answer you Simon me and Mr. Raven have come to arrangements and it looks like I’ll be joining you guys out here to call the matches… but no I’m not the father of that child but I know who is.
T with a smile on his face sites back and looks over to the entrance way as Sweet Money steps out through the smoke. His D & G suite hangs over his frame walking a little way down the ramp before stopping and retching into his pocket pulling out a gold diamond in crested microphone and lifting it to his mouth.
Sweet Money: Looks like a lot of you are pissed off but as you may know by now I don’t care I come seeking the same answer as all of you but what you don’t know is DNA testing have been taken place and my uncle T as the results. Now before you all get your knickers in a twist about me knowing the answer to the DNA testing you are infect wrong to think I have that info so like all of you I come out here to ear out Icy and what she as to say on the matter so Icy fire away.
Sweet stands in the entrance way taking off his glasses looking in at Icy who now as all eyes on her.
TBC
Sweet Money: Hey guys how you all doing.
Rocking the leather chair back and forth as the camera pans out showing that Sweet is holding a young baby in his arms. The baby is wrapped up in a black and gold blanket. Sweet moves his hand up to his face and slips his glasses down his nose looking down at the baby Sweet smiles then looks back up.
Sweet Money: I see every one out there wanting to know who’s the daddy… is it Jolly Holidays?
Looking down at the bundle in his arms then back up at the camera with a smirk. Holding up a hand and rocking it back and forth.
Sweet Money: Maybe.. Maybe not. Is It Raisin Sharp. I all fairness it may be his I mean all baby’s are bailed a chubby right.
The fans and some of the people laugh at Sweet’s jokes even making Icy crack a smile.
Sweet Money: I’m not sure Jolly is firing full rounds is he… any way that don’t matter must be whisky dick or some thing . Who else we have out there trying to score some air time off the Money’s backs.
Looking closely at the monitor Sweet lets out a loud laugh his head leaning back as he gets himself together.
Sweet Money: Is that my boy Freak-Hula out there with cha. Well Freaky could it be yours.
Shaking his head with a disgusted look on his face.
Sweet Money: Lets hope not for the love of God I hope not… May be it’s the new guys Amale SunderAss.
She looks up at the screen more then pissed screaming some thing up at Sweet but with the cheering from the fans it’s hard to make out what she is saying. Sweet just waves it off and continues.
Sweet Money: Hell lets throw a twist up in here. Maybe Icy is a hermaphrodite and impregnated herself or just maybe the real father of this baby is about to come on out right about now.
The Raven Vision fades and the entrance way is engulfed in green smoke. The music booms out of the pa system and the very well dressed man comes walking out. The smoke covers him from head to toe. The wrestlers in the ring look up as the man becomes clear walking through the smoke.
Allyson Cowell: OMG it’s The Real Deal T Money!!!
Simon Layfiled: Oh well then that just shows how much of a family man he is now don’t it.
T smiles and waves making the fans charge the guard rail making the security guards earn they pay. T holding a large cup of soft drink, sucking on the straw T makes his way over to the commentary team sitting down next to Allyson.
Simon Layfiled: What are you doing back out here T don’t tell me you’re the baby’s father.
Allyson Cowell: Give over Simon and show Mr. Money some respect he’s a veteran and a Hall Of Fame.
T Money: That’s touching Ally but to answer you Simon me and Mr. Raven have come to arrangements and it looks like I’ll be joining you guys out here to call the matches… but no I’m not the father of that child but I know who is.
T with a smile on his face sites back and looks over to the entrance way as Sweet Money steps out through the smoke. His D & G suite hangs over his frame walking a little way down the ramp before stopping and retching into his pocket pulling out a gold diamond in crested microphone and lifting it to his mouth.
Sweet Money: Looks like a lot of you are pissed off but as you may know by now I don’t care I come seeking the same answer as all of you but what you don’t know is DNA testing have been taken place and my uncle T as the results. Now before you all get your knickers in a twist about me knowing the answer to the DNA testing you are infect wrong to think I have that info so like all of you I come out here to ear out Icy and what she as to say on the matter so Icy fire away.
Sweet stands in the entrance way taking off his glasses looking in at Icy who now as all eyes on her.
TBC
