Max and Playboy meeting with GM Mauler

GM Mauler is sitting in his office at a Tuesday Night Honor show. The door swings open and in comes both Max Thomas and Paul "Playboy" Andrews. These two men come in to Mauler's office not knowing what is going on. GM Mauler stands up out of his chair.

GM Mauler: I'm glad the two of you could make it. First of all let me say something, I know you guys don't like eachother but you both put aside your differences when I schedule you two to team with each other in matches. You guys put aside your disliking for each other and fight for the sake of Revive! That is why I am naming you both Co-Captains of team Revive! at "Battle of the Brands"

Both Playboy and Max's jaws just drop and turn to look at each other.



OOC: Max, Paul... Add in what you guys want to say

--Max closes his eyes and shakes his head quickly, trying to knock the information into an order that makes sense within his mind, before looking at Mauler with an 'are you kidding me?' look on his face.--
Max: What did you... Be co-captain with...
--He shakes his head again.--
I can't argue at all with making me, the single greatest rising star in this industry, captain... But why with him?

GM Mauler: You two are the best this brand has to offer, I can't imagine anyone else I'd rather have leading this team.
Max: Again I can't argue with that sir, but....
--Max pauses and looks at Playboy, clearly thinking to himself.--
You know what, I respect your decision boss.
Just don't blame me when this meathead can't deliver.
--He pushes Playboy's arm, being pushed himself more than moving the larger man, as he turns and walks out of the office.--

(OORP: Playboy's parts next to finish it. Sorry if the quality isn't the best, big stressful moment (one of about a thousand as of late) put me out of the mood to write but I wanted to get something at least.)

Boss, feel free to add any comments you want in between lines.

In addition, if Max doesn't mind, please add this somewhere in the match where Max has the upper hand.
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The crowd begins a 'Monkeyass... Monkeyass' chant.

Max looks to Playboy unsure of what the chant is about. Playboy lifts his arms to his side, shrugs his shoulders and says "I don't know", then points to the opposing corner like they're the ones who must have caused it.

Whe Max turns his back to resume the match, Playboy lifts his arms up and down to encourage the crowd to get louder with their chants.

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