Post by The Notorious on Jul 11, 2020 21:59:34 GMT -5
For the best reading experience. Listen to this as you read the RP.
Conor McGregor: YOU FOOKIN' DID WHAT?!?
We open in the same place we did last week. Conor McGregors home office, Conors face is red with rage as he starts screaming at his new Agent.
Conors New Agent: Mr mcGregor, if you would calm the fuck down I could explai-
Conor McGregor: DON'T YOU EVEN DARE THING ABOUT TELLING ME TO CALM DOWN YOU FOOKIN' CUNT! WHY AM I BOOKED FOR ANOTHER SHOW WITHOUT MY FOOKIN' APPROVAL?
Conors New Agent: Conor. I was just getting to that part of the explanati-
Conor McGregor: DOES IT LOOK LIKE I GIVE A FOOK? WHY AM I IN THIS FOOKIN' BATTLE ROYAL?
Conors New Agent: Because. It gives you a chance to fight for a title. Fight for a big money date in AWF.
Conor clams down a little.
Conor McGregor: Did you say...a Big Money date? Why didn't you fookin' lead with that. Good Job lad!
Conors New Agent: Thank you man. I want the best for my client. Because it's what you deserve, you are the highest paid superstar in the history of combat sports, os getting you a championship match was the least of my worries.
Conor McGregor: How the fook did ye manage it? I t'ought for sure they wasn't gonna give it to me after the fookin' stunt I pulled at the last card.
Conors New Agent: I already told you this, Austin is on our side here, and that is all that fuckin' matters. Plus with the following you bring to the AWF how can they not book you in a match like this?
Conor McGregor: Damn fookin' right. This calls for a celebration. DEE!
As soon as Conor calls out her name, Dee Devlins head peeks inside the door to his office.
Dee Devlin: Yes love?
Conor McGregor: Hey love, bring us some Proper Twelve would ya? We're celebrating tonight. We got ourselves a big money date in the AWF.
Dee Devlin: Oh, did they finally book ye' on the Pay-Per-View that's comin' up?
Conor McGregor: Nah, but this fookin' legend right here got me a chance to fight for one of their belts!
Conors New Agent: Please, I was just doin' my job. Makin' sure that the champ here gets what he rightfully deserves. Which is those big money fights.
Conor McGregor: Fookin' oath cunt. You got a name, kid?
Conors New Agent: Yes sir. My name is -
The kid gets interrupted by Conors phone going off with text after text after text after text.
Conors New Agent: Is everything good mate? Who's messaging you at this hour?
Conor laughs when he see's who it is, he turns the phone around so Dee and the kid can see.
Conors New Agent: Jesus Christ, he must really be getting desperate, I mean look at these texts.
Dee Devlin: Have you not told him you're done wit' that sport?
Conor laughs, turning his phone back to face him, sending off a text to Dana White in response to his pleas.
Conor McGregor: What was that?
Dee Devlin: I said. Did you not end up tellin''im you was done wit' that sport?
Conor McGregor: Of course I did. But it seems that I was the fookin' glue that kept that bullshit company together, he'll end up crawling on his hands and knees to get me to come back
Dee Devlin: Okay love, just make sure you two keep it down. The kids are in bed and I don't want them to wake up.
Conor McGregor: Of course. We'll try our best 'ere, won't we...
Conors New Agent: Kasey.
Conor McGregor: Won't we Kasey?
Kasey: We will try our best.
Dee Devlin: T'ats all I could ask for.
And with that, Dee walks her way out of the office to go and get some whiskey for the three of them, Conor and Kasey getting on together like a house and fire.
Kasey: What did you even send back to Dana? I haven't heard your phone go off since you responded.
Conor laughs, before pulling his phone out of his pocket and throws it to Kasey, who bursts out laughing when he sees what Conor responded with.
