((Yes I will be RPing with myself for this segment. Sue me, it sounded fun. mad P: ))
The ring is decked out with a shag carpet and 2 extremely comfortable recliners. There is a hookah between the recliners along with an ice chest full of soda. The scent of marijuana is present.
"Fortune Faded" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers blares as a surprised crowd rises to their feet in applause and cheer. Travis Nightsky comes walking out onto the stage, his arms raised high above his head. He walks down the ramp, high-fiving his homies at ringside. He rolls into the ring and picks up a microphone.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it is I! I have travelled here to SWA for a few reasons. The first being that it is EEW territory, so that entitles me to come here and run a muck when I feel like it." He paused for laughter. "The second reason is I've noticed something a few of the people here have in common. I mean think about it... Tristan Trinity, Shadow, Dauth. How could I afford NOT to come and play a small part in this?"
"Now I would like to introduce my guest for this evening. He is my cousin, from Chicago Illinois, Dauth!" The crowd mostly boo'd after Dauth's unexplained antics last week against Snypa. "Generation Swine" by Motley Crue blares throughout the arena as Dauth appeared atop the stage. He had a cocky look on his face as he made his way down the ramp and got into the ring.
Travis Nightsky raised his mic and began to speak, "So Dauth I notice you've been quite busy the past week or so..." Dauth now picked up a mic, "Hell yeah I have. I'm making sure everyone here knows just who Dauth is."
"Well that's just fantastic. Is that the reason behind your attack on Snypa last week?" Travis asked.
"Let's just say I have my own agenda. But that is a big part of it, yes."
"I see. What does your agenda involve?"
Dauth spoke up, "Weed, hookers, party, and a hefty pay increase. Speaking of weed I see this hookah here is broken..." Dauth leaned over and reached into his pocket, before pulling out a rather large stash of Marijuana and loading the hookah to it's limit. He handed Travis a hose as he sparked it up and took a few hits.
"Damnit Dauth you're nothing short of a genius." Travis eagerly accepted the offer before plopping down in one of the chairs and opening a soda. "So I gotta ask, what's your overall goal here in SWA?"
Dauth now kicked back as well and opened his own soda. "Well, I'm making history dawg, shiiiit. I'll do whatever it takes to whoever it takes to get to where I need to be. I'll stab anyone in the back if it'll keep people guessing about me, and I'll do anything to get what I need." Dauth stopped suddenly, and just stared at Travis.
Travis, sensing some tension, rose to his feet. He raised the mid and spoke one more time. "Well that's all the time we have tonight. Thank you old friend, it's been..... enlightening." He turned to leave.
The moment Travis turned his back Dauth charged from his chair in an attempt to clothesline Travis from behind, but Travis ducked. With Dauth now infront of him Travis waited for him to bounce off the ropes before trying to clothesline Dauth himself.
Dauth grabbed Travis' arm before he hit it and hip-tossed Travis across the ring. He went for a leg drop but missed when Travis rolled out of the way. He dropkicked Dauth to his back before getting up and attempting a standing moonsault. Dauth now rolled out of the way and before he could do anything Travis rolled backwards and got to his feet. The two men charged eachother and ended up hitting a double crossbody and they rolled out of opposing sides of the ring.
Travis and Dauth stare eachother down from across the ring for a few moments before Travis cracks a smile, and Dauth follows. Travis points at Dauth and mouths the words, "Good one." before exitting through the crowd.
Dauth stands there with a smile still on his face before he begins to make his way up the ramp.
