Post by Joe Snack Road on May 26, 2006 12:56:43 GMT -5
“Some people say, it’s only by the Grace of God alone that I’m in the McPro “Best of the Super Indy”… but, I’ve never much cared for Grace,” he says, leaned back in his lawn chair.
He sits forward, and saves us a bunch of trouble wearing a geNEON shirt with a nice little sticker reading, “Hi! My Name Is…” and then written in neat print on the sticker it reads “Gavin Usher.”
“I hate any kind of Grace, really. The kind you say before Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter dinner, the kind that is supposedly showered down on people who get something they don’t deserve. That LAWL chick Grace Reyes? Yeah, her too.”
He runs a hand through his hair – short, shaggy. Blonde. We see here how young he is, barely looking more than fifteen or sixteen. Dressing simply with a pair of baggy black pants that someone would pick up from a Hot Topic – y’know, the red stitching, chains all up the yinger and whatnot. As he talks, he pulls a wallet – connected to one of these chains – out of his pocket and spins it about mindlessly, and grins.
“With Teddy Brown guiding us, Dwayne Reade and Ryan Wright representing us in the McPro Tag Division, and a fine young honey in Ruby Moreno off to rip the pants off of some hot black chick, Generation NEON is looking good. And check that match with True Mexico – more like, “True Bunch Of Losers Who Can’t Handle Some Teamwork” if you ask me,” he says, continuing, “And really you might as well have. Because you should get used to seeing people like me, Reade, Wright and Ruby in your face telling you we’re the best, and then going off and proving it. Respect? Athletic ability? Hell with that, we want to win matches. And we’re going to outwrestle you in doing it. S’what we do, geNEON and whatnot.”
He spins his wallet, continually, before tossing it up and catching it as it falls back down, and he looks pleased with himself despite it.
“What does Generation NEON mean, though? One little thing, easy to remember, actually: The future’s so bright, we gotta wear shades.”
He sits forward, and saves us a bunch of trouble wearing a geNEON shirt with a nice little sticker reading, “Hi! My Name Is…” and then written in neat print on the sticker it reads “Gavin Usher.”
“I hate any kind of Grace, really. The kind you say before Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter dinner, the kind that is supposedly showered down on people who get something they don’t deserve. That LAWL chick Grace Reyes? Yeah, her too.”
He runs a hand through his hair – short, shaggy. Blonde. We see here how young he is, barely looking more than fifteen or sixteen. Dressing simply with a pair of baggy black pants that someone would pick up from a Hot Topic – y’know, the red stitching, chains all up the yinger and whatnot. As he talks, he pulls a wallet – connected to one of these chains – out of his pocket and spins it about mindlessly, and grins.
“With Teddy Brown guiding us, Dwayne Reade and Ryan Wright representing us in the McPro Tag Division, and a fine young honey in Ruby Moreno off to rip the pants off of some hot black chick, Generation NEON is looking good. And check that match with True Mexico – more like, “True Bunch Of Losers Who Can’t Handle Some Teamwork” if you ask me,” he says, continuing, “And really you might as well have. Because you should get used to seeing people like me, Reade, Wright and Ruby in your face telling you we’re the best, and then going off and proving it. Respect? Athletic ability? Hell with that, we want to win matches. And we’re going to outwrestle you in doing it. S’what we do, geNEON and whatnot.”
He spins his wallet, continually, before tossing it up and catching it as it falls back down, and he looks pleased with himself despite it.
“What does Generation NEON mean, though? One little thing, easy to remember, actually: The future’s so bright, we gotta wear shades.”