Pierce Larkin vs Mike Savior

[Maximilian Price (Co-Owner)]

You two RP here.

[Pierce Larkin]

The camera fades into a dimly lit jazz club. A local band is on stage, playing a calming jazz tune. Couples were on the dance floor, swaying softly to the beat. The camera pans over towards a booth in the corner. The table has three empty tankards... Of Chocolate Milk. The camera lands on Pierce Larkin, who finished chugging his third tankard down. He grins at the camera, a chocolate mustache on his lips. "What can I say? I love me some Chocolate, and some milk." He swipes the mustache off his lips, then frowns. "Now let's get serious here, I'm one of the first shortstops ever to set foot in the AWF ring, right? So, first match is against a six footer." He shrugs. "Not like I can't handle it, but sheesh. That guy, I'm sure has some talent. But I've seen talent, written on a fella's jacket as I tossed him out the window." He leans back into his seat. "Mike, Buddy. I hope you're ready to do the twist, maybe on one foot, maybe on both." He chuckles to himself. "Either way, I'm looking forward to this match." He grins ear to ear. "See you there, Savior."