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Post by Vinny Falcone on Mar 14, 2011 12:21:49 GMT -5
You two RP here.
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Post by Deathstroke on Mar 19, 2011 3:33:18 GMT -5
[The camera shows Deathstroke walking backstage at a GWA house show. He is dressed in baggy blue jeans, black boots, a white t-shirt with the word MONSTER on the chest in black lettering, and black sunglasses. He walks along until Betty Lee walks up to him with Mic in hand. He stops and sighs.]
Betty Lee - "Deathstroke, I was hoping to get..."
[He raises a hand, cutting her off. She looks away, looking pissed. He looks at her with grin as he pulls his sunglasses off and tucks them into his shirt.]
Deathstroke - "Now then... Please continue..."
[She rolls her eyes and shakes her head.]
Betty Lee - "I would appreciate it if you tried to be professional..."
[He eyes her for a moment as she adjusts her hair.]
Deathstroke - "You're kidding, right?"
Betty Lee - "What?"
Deathstroke - "You would appreciate it if I tried to be professional? You're fuckin with me, right?"
[She shakes her head.]
Betty Lee - "That's what I said. That's what you heard. I hope we're on the same page here."
[He eyes her for a moment and then nods with a chuckle.]
Deathstroke - "Let me tell you something, bitch..."
[He snatches the Mic from her hand and glares at her. She looks shocked.]
Deathstroke - "I don't want you talking too close to me cuz I don't wanna catch an STD from your skank ass."
[She looks pissed. He waves her away.]
Deathstroke - "You can go now. I got it from here. Go suck another dick. If there are any left around here that you haven't sucked. Trust me when I say this... You won't get on this one."
[She walks away in a huff, cussing. He nods into the camera with a smile.]
Deathstroke - "Hi, my name is Deathstroke. Some call me Stroke. Some just don't call me. Anyway... Let's get right to it. I'm sure Skanky Lee wanted to ask me about the TV Title Tournament..."
[He shakes his head slightly.]
Deathstroke - "I really don't give a shit about that. I know how this place works. They want you to work through these fuckin tiers to get over. That's fucked up, but I can deal. I know what I want and I will cut through any of these fucktards to get it. First fucktard is you Jacoby Douglas. It's not personal, son. It's just business. You are in my fuckin way. That cannot and will not be allowed. I will remove you and continue on my merry fuckin way. I'm not gonna stand here and spit out to witty little line for you to slap onto your wall. Not my style. Not how I roll, for you kiddies out there."
[He steps closer to the camera.]
Deathstroke - "My goal is not the TV Title. My goal is the World Title. If taking this TV Title gets me closer to my goal, then so be it."
[He steps back from the camera.]
Deathstroke - "Jacoby Douglas, you fall first. First victim. Not that last. Not by a long shot."
[He shakes his head.]
Deathstroke - "Scott Reaves... Who? Moving on..."
[He sighs and rolls his eyes.]
Deathstroke - "Ezekiel Tyson... A former World Champion here in GWA... You have my attention. You have worn the belt. You will be removed nonetheless. You are merely an obstacle."
[He nods with a grin.]
Deathstroke - "PT Merciless... My old buddy..."
[He chuckles.]
Deathstroke - "Don't think I'll half step on your ass. You're another obstacle that will be removed. Count on that."
[He nods and rolls his shoulders slightly.]
Deathstroke - "That bring me to the fat fuck of the group... Tsunami..."
[He shakes his head with a grin.]
Deathstroke - "You think I'm old? You think I'm washed up?"
[He sighs and shakes his head slightly.]
Deathstroke - "Let me tell you this, tons of fun... I have been doing this since before you were a tickle in your daddy's fuckin pants. I have taken bigger bitches than you and dropped them to the fuckin ground and stood back with a smile on my fuckin face. You see this?"
[He smiles a big smile.]
Deathstroke - "That's what you'll see after I drop your fat fuckin ass to the mat. Me smiling. Me holding the TV Title. Me moving onto bigger and better things. Me moving closer to my goal. Your fat ass can talk all the shit you want to... At the end of the day, I'm the fuckin Monster and you're just that fat fuck that tried to stand in my way."
[He looks in to the camera with a stern look on his face.]
Deathstroke - "You made it personal, fat boy. I'm going to make an example out of your fat ass."
[He drops the Mic but keeps looking into the camera for a moment. He backs away from it with a grin and walks off.]
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