Boy Bakla's Temptation

With the ill luck that seemed to follow Boy Bakla, it seems the our favorite cheerful fruitcake lost the shine in his smile. First, he had to spend double for ring-side seats, then someone disfigured a sentimental shirt that belonged to him. Boy Bakla heaved a heavy sigh as he ponders his luck. Just then he trips over a shiny metal briefcase. Rubbing his sore shin, Boy Bakla curses as he massages his bruised shin. He then takes a look at the perpetrator of this crime. Toppled over, the shiny and guilty briefcase only emanated apathy to Boy Bakla's plight. Angered by this, Boy Bakla kicks the briefcase which flies into the air hitting the locker room walls bursting open. Lo and behold $100 bills scatter through the air as the briefcase gaped wide after receiving the fatal blow of Bay Bakla's kick. Quick on his feet, Boy Bakla cleans up the bills and put them back into the case. There is no one in the locker room, no one will ever know if Boy Bakla takes the money. And like any sane person, he did...

wrestlers and staff were making way for the sad man as he power-walked down the hall. his tense, furious body language made it clear that leaving him alone was a pretty good idea.

he was seriously considering finding a heavy lead pipe to wrap around chriso's thick head when he bumped into one of the new wrestlers as he turned the corner.

it was boy bakla.

the sad man glared at the newcomer, who simply eeked when he found himself face to face with the mohawked brute.

the sad man walked by him without saying a word, still fuming over chriso.









boy bakla gains 15 moxie

No other words could describe the man Boy Bakla met while clutching a shiny and a bit dented metal suitcase. The only words that came into mind is SAD. What a sad sad man. Boy Bakla thought as he stayed out of the aura of depression surrounding the very sad man. An aura so thick you can feel it's warmth as it grazes your skin, reaching out with it tentacles of depression. Better not get in his way. Boy Bakla mused as he inched away. But just then, Boy Bakla's judgment changed, maybe the aura of sadness would go away if he shared his current good fortune, oh the inhumanity, to choose to keep a ton of cash, or share it with a sad depressed good-looking... Well as things went, good looking men are Boy Bakla's ultimate weakness, so without further thought, Boy Bakla called out.

"Um, hellooo!!! Mr. Sad Person!!!" Boy Bakla chased after The Sad Man.

the mohawked man halts as boy bakla catches up to him. he warily eyes the newcomer, who is giving him a warm smile.

"yeah?" he gruffly asks boy bakla.

Boy Bakla nervously avoids the stares of the gloomy mo-hawked man. "Well I was just wonder maybe um... I have this case of money you see and um... You are so sad maybe you want to share it with me? Then you'd be not so sad."

the sad man blinks at that. it's only then that he realizes what is in boy bakla's briefcase.

he quickly looks over his shoulder, then over boy bakla's shoulder.

"what ya playin' at? what ya got in mind?" he roughly asks bakla.

"Welll... You seem sad and all, I want to share, we both benefit, and maybe at a later time if I need some assistance..." Boy Bakla smiled, at the same time thinking, the mo-hawk ain't really bad, if the frowning man only doesn't frown, he'd be more appealing, but then again he already has Dank...

the sad man appears intrigued by bakla's proposal. chriso and the evil he represents can perhaps be handled another day.

"that be nice offer, boy. let's talk somewhere. we don' need t'be here till the show anyways," he gestures towards the end of the hall, which leads to the building exit.

Boy Bakla followed the mo-hawked man to the exit as he thinks maybe there can be enough room for two men in his life, one for business and one for pleasure.