Alexander Aries
Registered but either hasn't added self to a roster yet or doesn't RP
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(cheered heavily at home; hated by some; dips between clean/dirty)
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02-25-2016, 11:52 PM
Alexander sits there, flipping the very same blade in his hand and catching it by the handle each time. His jaw moves as he chews his gum, turning away a hand full of pain killers offered to him by the medical staff. He was straight edge, through and through. The serious look on his face twists upwards into a cocky, shit eating grin.
"'Ey Prince?" He chuckles. "Mom's spaghetti tastes like shit, much like your career looks like shit. Did ya really think that ya were going to walk out of that ring tonight as a winner? Two streaks continued tonight, boy-o. My winning streak, and the streak of ya gettin' yer ass handed to ya by yer superiors."
A pretty girl with long blonde hair and blue eyes, low cut blouse showing her ample tits appears on the screen and whispers in Aries' ear. Aries just scoffs. "Well, give the lit'l bugger a bleedin' t-shirt. I don't care. See, this is why the handicap should be segregated from us healthy people! Ya give 'em a bleedin' wheelchair ramp an' they want bleedin' preferential treatment!"
Aries' smile reappears. "Look, Macy, count yaself amongst the lucky. Go home, eat ya mum's spaghetti an' watch bleedin' Eight Mile a few more times. Then, Ya come back an' maybe Ya might beat a curtain jerker or somethin'."
"Bott'm of the card wit' ya, boy. There's a new Prince in town."
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