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Post by Vinny Falcone on Apr 25, 2011 19:37:11 GMT -5
You two RP here.
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Post by JD Screw on Apr 29, 2011 21:01:38 GMT -5
==Camera fades up in Russell Lee’s office. It’s the middle of the night, but still lurking in the darkness is Lee’s “Personal Janitor,” JD Screw. JD is sipping on a Big Gulp and running a duster across a shelf of pictures. He’s running it across roughly and knocking all the pictures off the shelf. They smash on the ground and he looks really happy with himself.==
JD: Oh Lee….you really didn’t know what you were asking for did you?
==JD comes up to a set of dry cleaning handing on a hook on the wall. JD rips the plastic off and is feeling the shirt.==
JD: Nice silk. That must have cost a pretty penny.
==JD grabs the corner and blows his nose on it.==
JD: Now it’s worth double, to a JD Screw fan.
==JD turns to see the camera.==
JD: Oh hey, GWA Fandom, I didn’t hear you sneak in. Good ole JD is fastly becoming employee of the month with all the overtime I’ve been clocking in. Gotta keep this place nice, eh. Well, as nice as Lee deserves. What a week it has been, eh? Worldwide was a huge success last week, I know I didn’t win the title but the “God Of Snore” walked out empty handed as well…and that’s a win in my book. AJ got his ass handed to him, and then Total Useless Esquire got beat AGAIN by myself, God of Smores, and Class Ass Mike C. We worked surprising well, however I have not been able to get the stink off my hand from tagging in Mike C…I don’t know WHAT fungal infection he has but my advice…SEEK A DOCTOR, ASAP!
==JD pulls up Lee’s coffee mug. He spits in it and starts rubbing it with a really disgusting rag.==
JD: Was I mad that all five of the other competitors in the Battle Royal ganged up on me to eliminate me? Hell no. I find it oddly respectful of them as they knew I was the biggest threat in the match and the only way to win was to get rid of me. The GWA World Title is forever in my sights and I will get a shot at it again soon. And the way I’m going to do that? I’m going to walk into the PPV this weekend and I’m going to win the Ace! Sure, it’s another night of numerous matches, but I think last week I proved that I can handle it. First round…who do I have? My oh my…it’s my “friend” Stardust. You know Stardust, I used to respect you over almost everyone in GWA for a while…but the little bitch antics you have been involved with lately…well…they make me sick to my stomach. The whole FBI makes me sick…and I’m disgusted I ever joined with you idiots. What the hell was I thinking? Come the PPV…I think I finally put to bed my stance on the FBI and the GWA roster as a whole. But first Stardust…I have to go through you. We have locked it up a few times in the past and you always came up short…this time. It’ll be no different. I’m a man with a mission, a man with a plan…my janitorial sentence is almost up and I believe that I need to make a huge statement in the GWA and that is winning the tournament. So, if you can pull your head out of your ass, dry off those tear streaked cheeks and sulk you ass down to the ring…take your beating alike a man and I promise you, that you will be back in your dressing room writing more emo poetry and cutting yourself before 10PM!
==JD finishes polishing the cup and throws it over his shoulder with a smash.==
JD: My next match…would be either against Mike C or Izzy Insane. I don’t know Izzy personally, but the fact that his name is a play on words makes me want Mike C to brain him with his cricket bat and send him to a retirement home. Izzy Insane…what is this 1994? Fact is…Mike C and I have been dancing around a one on one match for ages. The powers that be know that it would be a match to end all matches, match of the year and the biggest PPV draw of all time. Is this the time? Can Mike C stop watching repeats of the Royal Wedding and eating scones long enough to beat the mammoth challenge of Izzy? Who knows…depends how bad he wants to fight me. Because I want to put to rest who would win in a match…it’s loud mouth vs loud mouth and I want to make him look up from the canvas and shout. “Blimey! I ain’t got what it takes to beat you, governor. I should go back to my old job of making blood pudding and sweeping chimneys.” But all I’ll hear in my mind is the voice from “Mortal Kombat” saying “Finish him.” And I’ll stick that cricket bat down his big mouth and silence that catchphrase shilling doofus once and for all.
After that? What are my choices? Ass Mason, Dick Master, Brainless Brian or Prick Blanchard? Well, I hope our resident vigilant nutter makes it through his group because we have some unsettled business to conduct. The last two times we have met in the ring, he has walked out with the win. This is a wrong that needs to be righted and Mason I want you to focus real hard and make it through your group so that we can stand on the grand stage one on one and settle this. Or are you too busy getting your new costume made for your midnight prowls. Bring it you crazy jack ass! I want to beat some sense into you.
That is, of course, if you make it past Co-Magnum, P.T. Ball-less, La Feme Nakita or the GWA World Champion…the man mountain Tsunami.
Let’s just say, I wouldn’t be upset if Tsunami made it through to the finals, because after one match he’ll be winded, after too match he’ll be unable to walk, but after three…a stiff breeze would knock that tub’o’lard off his cottage cheese ass and one Six Pack Splash later we would have a new holder of the Ace Up The Sleeve Contract. And make NO mistake about it Tsunami…I would cash it in immediately and finish you once and for all. But I’m sure you’d be happy with that…the faster your beaten the quicker you can get back to the buffet line.
I didn’t know Paul Rowland…but I know that he would want everyone’s favourite redneck to walk out with the contract and I’m all about making wishes come true. People want to call me a redneck? People want to call me a drunk? A hillbilly? A commoner? These are NOT insults to me, guys…I wear my common folk badge with pride. I am one of the hard working, hard drinking people that this country was built with. And no Brit, Sumo, Rusky, or any of the other cavalcades of village idiots is going to stop me from the top. Believe it.
==JD’s cell phone starts to ring. He pulls it out and the name says “Rick Diamond.” JD hits ignore and puts it back in his pocket.==
JD: Not yet, amigo. Not yet.
==JD walks away and you can hear some more things breaking as we fade to black.==
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Post by Stardust on Apr 30, 2011 16:45:14 GMT -5
{We get a shot of Stardust in some remote location. A desert it seems. Standing atop a cliff, looking down below to a small-little ranch style home. Dressed in blue jeans, a black short sleeved shirt. He stands there looking down.]
Stardust:The only place I can be alone and not be bothered. Again Russell went out of his way to make a point. Don't mess with him. Don't screw with Betty.
[He laughs.]
Stardust:Yet we find out JD hooked up with her and well. It's me who gets the full wraith. Now I have been off the grind trying to get my head back into the game. Ever since this whole mess, ever since me and Chase well. You all know. Are not on speaking terms. I'm on a losing streak. No big deal.
[He pauses and than continues.]
Stardust:So how do I stay in touch? Dr. X and Pedro regular give me news. Some people will say this whole "em" thing is to not like me. That I should stop being so damn emotional. Forgive me for being so human. I know this match. It's gonna be probably the same old result. Russell, you try and I do mean TRY and get in my face. I will dust off my boots and Star Struck or better yet. Give you a Greetings from Green Bay. I don't care what happens afterward. I want this thing tween you and I to be done with.
[He continues to look down. At the place he and Chase had shared some alone time with. Where they came to be alone.]
Stardust: You can fire me. I don't care. It is time I take a stand, it is time I finally get my head back into the game and take care of business. Heck, I would probably better well off any place you are not in. Either way. I want this done.
{He slowly turns and begins the walk down, back towards the house. He stops for one last word.]
Stardust: This PPV will be a night. A night probably many will not care about. But I assure you. Either way you'll see Russell on his ass and me walking out with a smile on my face.
[The scene fades as he walks into the house and gets ready and packed to head off towards the show and who knows? A last night in GWA or not? Only time and how things play out shall tell.]
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