Post by fuggingolliwog on Sept 21, 2015 21:25:17 GMT -5
Low against the horizon, a jet liner makes it's soaring descent against the backdrop of the minty orange sunset. The plane extends its landing gear and rolls seamlessly onto the tarmac of BWI Airport in southern Maryland.
OPP sits on the hood of his rented Chevy Camaro, waiting for the arrival of his tag team partner. The Pimps had signed with an upstart promotion in the New England territory after a stellar run with several indie feds in the west. OPP had travelled for football during college, but this would be the first time spending a considerable time away from LA. He had come to Baltimore a month earlier to scope out the local scene, learn the codes, and to figure out which neighborhoods to keep away from.
Seeing his homeboy with a fresh new whip, DMC begins his salutatory dance at the beginning of the parking lot and boogies his way over. OPP responds in kind and their dances soon converge and coalesce with eachother, ending in an elaborate handshake with whistles and stomping. In unison: "Sup Pimp?"
DMC - I been pimpin since pimpin was pimped off.
OPP - I done pimped until I pimped my pimp proper.
DMC - Yo, with the ride tho?!
OPP - Had to flex. True Pimps come to B-More!
DMC - For real tho. What set we talkin?
OPP - Man, don't think you know this city because you watched the Wire. Fools be thick out here, money too. We'll meet up w/ the homeboy Tron later, but first we got some other business to attend to.
DMC - What/s that?
OPP - I got a message from that jabrone Brandon Bishop. Says, only one of us gets to compete for the strap at the first show.
DMC - Cold blooded.
OPP - You know what this means of course...
DMC - Shit man, we gon have to bro down til we find out which of us is Ric Flair, and which is that turd Arn Anderson.
OPP - Bro down for points. Numerical positioning of bananas. And you know how I hate bananas.
In unison: B-More Bro Down!
OPP sits on the hood of his rented Chevy Camaro, waiting for the arrival of his tag team partner. The Pimps had signed with an upstart promotion in the New England territory after a stellar run with several indie feds in the west. OPP had travelled for football during college, but this would be the first time spending a considerable time away from LA. He had come to Baltimore a month earlier to scope out the local scene, learn the codes, and to figure out which neighborhoods to keep away from.
Seeing his homeboy with a fresh new whip, DMC begins his salutatory dance at the beginning of the parking lot and boogies his way over. OPP responds in kind and their dances soon converge and coalesce with eachother, ending in an elaborate handshake with whistles and stomping. In unison: "Sup Pimp?"
DMC - I been pimpin since pimpin was pimped off.
OPP - I done pimped until I pimped my pimp proper.
DMC - Yo, with the ride tho?!
OPP - Had to flex. True Pimps come to B-More!
DMC - For real tho. What set we talkin?
OPP - Man, don't think you know this city because you watched the Wire. Fools be thick out here, money too. We'll meet up w/ the homeboy Tron later, but first we got some other business to attend to.
DMC - What/s that?
OPP - I got a message from that jabrone Brandon Bishop. Says, only one of us gets to compete for the strap at the first show.
DMC - Cold blooded.
OPP - You know what this means of course...
DMC - Shit man, we gon have to bro down til we find out which of us is Ric Flair, and which is that turd Arn Anderson.
OPP - Bro down for points. Numerical positioning of bananas. And you know how I hate bananas.
In unison: B-More Bro Down!